One time I thought I was gonna have a seizure, I layed down and curled up saying fml, and my cat came running from the other room and layed on my chest. No seizure. love you buddy, my familiar.
if you think this is bad, just yesterday or the day before I got a popup for some fucking Jake Logan documentary. like lol wtf, who cares about that shithead? lmao, even.
Not all cats but I’ve certainly had some cats that were way more in tune with things.
Our cat Midnight, our best mouser, protected the pet hamster from the other cats when it got out of its cage.
She also never laid on me. But one night, laying on my sister’s bed, she laid on my back and purred like crazy. I was in a very dark headspace that night. Suicidal ideation and what not (something I struggled a lot with in my life due to childhood trauma that has mostly resolved with the help of EMDR, Buddhism, and plant medines).
I did some time for growing psilocybin. Midnight came to me in my dreams. My spirit guide, again, in that dark place.
She lived to be eighteen. Great friend. Much more than a pet.
edit: She also snatched a piece of roast right off my plate lol. She was sitting on the arm of the couch and waited until I turned my head, distracted, talking to my gf.
I have watched a ton of their documentary stuff and enjoyed it all. Lots of interesting topics I’d never think to watch shows on otherwise. My favorites have been the one about the Pepsi points guy and the McDonald’s monopoly money theft. But the American Gladiators was solid.
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