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My roommates & I have been feeding & giving water to these two street cats in our neighborhood. They spend all their time in our backyard now. This one is very sweet & friendly. The other oneβs more skittish. A third one comes by sometimes. Heβs all white & kind of scary looking. I call him Il Diavolo Blanco. The one in the picture I call Kiko.
May 21, 2024
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Kliko is our neighbourhood cat. They will sit in front of our door, waiting to be let in every week or so. Then they'll walk in as if they own the place and nap for a few hours on our couch before saying their goodbyes again. I have named them Kliko, as we have no idea who their owners are so no way to find out their real name. Kliko loves attention and has a mind of their own. They come and leave when they please and are very open to greeting cuddles but like to sleep without any touching. They seem chill with everyone but have a special liking to my housemate's girlfriend (as can be seen in the picture). They like to beg for food scraps (which we never give) and will visit our house to hide from thunder. I really love having this creature around that comes and goes when they please and love that Kliko feels safe enough here to hide and rest.
Sep 16, 2024
There's this cat gang of six cats living outside where I'm staying in Lisbon. I'm trying so hard to make them my friends. Going to buy them some Dreamies so I can fully win them over. This one guy has the most human face I've ever seen on a cat outside of a medieval painting.
Oct 4, 2024
One time we threw a houseparty and as I was saying goodbye to some guests at 2 am, Kliko showed up. The little attention whore they are, Kliko immediately came up to meet these new people. Twisting between their legs, Kliko easily won the favour of my definitely drunk friends. My friends were delighted to find out that Kliko was okay with being picked up. Kliko was held like a baby by two of my friends, one of them dressed up as a dark fairy. Perfect ending to a wonderful party.
Sep 16, 2024
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This is a confession post, not a recommendation, not even much of an anti-recommendation. Tbh it reads like a humilation ritual. Honestly just keep scrolling; it's not worth reading. I'm just posting it because I think I had a point when I first started writing this, one which I lost pretty wuickly. But I spent a good couple of minutes typing this all out, so I'll post it anyway. Thank God I'm anon. If you do read it, please forgive me.
My friend Tyler brought a joint to the super bowl party last night. He handed it to me & told me about how it had weed diamonds in it while I smoked, he told me that it was some good shit and that I wouldn't have to smoke so much of it since I've got such a low tolerance & all, but I could also smoke as much as I liked, seeing as he had a bunch more & that it was the super bowl & we had a bunch of wings on the way anyway, so might as well smoke some more weed so you know what? yeah, i smoked some more weed since what's the harm anyway it's just weed after all.
I've been a mess all day. I've been slow & stupid & disgustingly horny since I woke up this morning; but really honestly since I smoked the weed. If you're one of those types that "actually becomes more functional when you're smoking weed" & that I should "just let people enjoy things" I don't know what to say to you. I'm going to be weird for 4 weeks now and it's all my fault. This happens every time.
Even when it doesn't turn me into a non-verbal paranoiac nutcase, even when it's enjoyable to me in that moment-- I become something lower than a beast. I stand over the platter of chicken wings & gorge until I am sick and then I gorge even more. My stomach becomes distended & my face and fingers are covered in thai curry buffalo chicken fat goo. I waddle around & fart & I find this very funny. I confuse the sound of my own voice with that of my younger sisters & this is incredibly disqueting to me. Do I really sound like that? I become a big confused overgrown fat baby.
I'm going to be be weird for four weeks now. Slow. I was supposed to meet up with my friends to watch Luka's debut for the Lakers. I'm stitting at my desk typing this up; procrastinating going to the gym (which I can NOT neglect [especially after my evening of spiritual obesity]) & the game starts in 5 minutes. Stupid. Typing out this confession right now is painfully difficult. Every word that I type has the appearance of a whitehead that can't be popped to me. This textbox full of blemishes so infuriatingly, stubbornly, immutably DISGUSTING. I feel sick just reading back what I'm writing here. Once again, if you've made it this far, forgive me. This is a confession, not a recommendation. Disgustingly horny. This one I won't elaborate on. Forgive me.
It's not because I smoked weed. The smoking of the weed was just the first movement in a sequence that had already begun before I'd even accepted the joint from Tyler. My own spiritual weakness is the mantle upon which all of these failings hang. I'm not this way because I smoked weed, I'm this way because I'm the type of guy that smokes weed even though I know what it will do to me. There are 999,999,999 other weeds in my life that I am all too willing to permit myself. I haven't eaten anything but bread & butter all day. The lakers game is starting soon. Off to the gym I go.
Feb 11, 2025
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