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Probably a good place for this because I couldn't decide if it fit into the good news thread or the complaint thread:

We have a new cat. An absolutely beautiful tabby and she's just the sweetest thing. She's older, but I'm not sure how old. And even given the below, she hasn't so much as hissed or swatted at me or the fam. So, the short version of the story, and the reason it's also kind of a complaint:


I did not want another cat. We have four already. No part of me was like 'let's get another cat' beyond our occasional wishing on a star that we become fabulously wealthy and can afford the money and space to rescue more animals because we just... hate that so many get abused and abandoned.
Cue our piece of fucking white trash cunt neighbors. They finally got evicted, and I noticed they barely moved a single thing into the little U-Haul the day of their move out (and hadn't seemed to move anything at all with their car prior to that). We're friendly with the property manager so I went with her into the house and my god you guys. Fucking disgusting. I kicked a pile of their kids' clothes and a comical amount of cockroaches ran out of it (which now we'll have to worry about coming to our place when they fumigate - but we've always been good at avoiding anything like that). The place was horrifying. An entire fridge and freezer full of rotting food -- at least several weeks' of kitchen garbage all over the floor, food ground into all the carpets. Trash and abandoned (and also trashed) possessions everywhere. There aren't words to describe how disgusting it was.

And when we were glancing around in the living room, a cat ran by. So yeah.. they also abandoned their cat. At this point she'd already been in the house for 2 days with no food, no litter, no water. But the place was such a disaster that the property manager didn't want the liability of letting me chase a cat around this cesspool of a home. It was two more days before she asked me to come over and catch the cat. I had to cut open the back of the couch to get her out of it, as she was hiding in there and obviously terrified.

But she never scratched or hissed when I pulled her out and carried her over to my place. I feel so bad for this poor thing. She's gotta be at least 8 or 9 years old and has such a great temperament. To just be abandoned in utter filth like that.

She's been at our place since yesterday. She's only eaten a little. She still hides a lot unless one of us is really nearby (in which case she comes right to us for some lovin'). But with the other four cats, she's obviously still too scared to do too much exploring. She's gotten a little braver today, which is good to see. And one of our cats, Tybalt, is SUPER friendly and always wants to make new animal friends, so he's hanging around her a bit doing the sniffing and rubbing thing without any hissing or fighting.


So yeah. Didn't want a new cat. Have a new cat. Already love her to death. And my fucking god how badly do I want to track down my old neighbors and visit unspeakable harm on them (they also have an autistic child that should have been taken away given all the times they screamed at him, ignored him, or left him alone so they could go walk to the store - just grade A fuckstain pieces of shit even before I knew about the cat).
 
Damien said:
Probably a good place for this because I couldn't decide if it fit into the good news thread or the complaint thread:

We have a new cat. An absolutely beautiful tabby and she's just the sweetest thing. She's older, but I'm not sure how old. And even given the below, she hasn't so much as hissed or swatted at me or the fam. So, the short version of the story, and the reason it's also kind of a complaint:


I did not want another cat. We have four already. No part of me was like 'let's get another cat' beyond our occasional wishing on a star that we become fabulously wealthy and can afford the money and space to rescue more animals because we just... hate that so many get abused and abandoned.
Cue our piece of fucking white trash cunt neighbors. They finally got evicted, and I noticed they barely moved a single thing into the little U-Haul the day of their move out (and hadn't seemed to move anything at all with their car prior to that). We're friendly with the property manager so I went with her into the house and my god you guys. Fucking disgusting. I kicked a pile of their kids' clothes and a comical amount of cockroaches ran out of it (which now we'll have to worry about coming to our place when they fumigate - but we've always been good at avoiding anything like that). The place was horrifying. An entire fridge and freezer full of rotting food -- at least several weeks' of kitchen garbage all over the floor, food ground into all the carpets. Trash and abandoned (and also trashed) possessions everywhere. There aren't words to describe how disgusting it was.

And when we were glancing around in the living room, a cat ran by. So yeah.. they also abandoned their cat. At this point she'd already been in the house for 2 days with no food, no litter, no water. But the place was such a disaster that the property manager didn't want the liability of letting me chase a cat around this cesspool of a home. It was two more days before she asked me to come over and catch the cat. I had to cut open the back of the couch to get her out of it, as she was hiding in there and obviously terrified.

But she never scratched or hissed when I pulled her out and carried her over to my place. I feel so bad for this poor thing. She's gotta be at least 8 or 9 years old and has such a great temperament. To just be abandoned in utter filth like that.

She's been at our place since yesterday. She's only eaten a little. She still hides a lot unless one of us is really nearby (in which case she comes right to us for some lovin'). But with the other four cats, she's obviously still too scared to do too much exploring. She's gotten a little braver today, which is good to see. And one of our cats, Tybalt, is SUPER friendly and always wants to make new animal friends, so he's hanging around her a bit doing the sniffing and rubbing thing without any hissing or fighting.


So yeah. Didn't want a new cat. Have a new cat. Already love her to death. And my fucking god how badly do I want to track down my old neighbors and visit unspeakable harm on them (they also have an autistic child that should have been taken away given all the times they screamed at him, ignored him, or left him alone so they could go walk to the store - just grade A fuckstain pieces of shit even before I knew about the cat).
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Good grief! I'm with you...anyone who abuses or neglects their animals and/or children deserves to have medieval style torture visited upon them.

Not exactly the same situation, but years ago I had to help clean out the home of some elderly members of the ex-wife's family. They lived out in the country, and none of the family was aware of how bad things were out there because these folks would always come into the city for whatever holiday or family gathering was going down. Turns out the woman had Alzheimer's, and since her husband was pretty meek, he'd pretty much gone along with whatever she wished. She wouldn't let him clean, since that was "woman's work", but she never cleaned anything on her own past a certain point (my ex said this wasn't the case when she was younger...this was likely due to the deteriorating mental condition). Anyway, the home itself was filthy, and a nightmare of hoarded crap that was frightening to behold. Cockroaches were everywhere...even in the damned refrigerator! On top of that, there were two very sick dogs living in their backyard, and a colony of feral cats living in the front. One of the cats had apparently been allowed inside...but was just as feral as the ones outside. My then brother-in-law and I had to go into this roach and flea infested home to try to rescue this cat, who was NOT having it. Let's just say that the day ended with us capturing the cat...and us being treated at a local urgent care for bites and scratches. The other cats scattered, and despite setting out traps for them, we never were able to capture any. The cat we did catch eventually was able to live at the dementia care home with the woman, so that was at least a win.

We took the dogs to the vet. One was so sick from heartworms and other issues she had to be put down, but the other we adopted. At that point we already had two dogs and a cat, so we definitely weren't in the market for another pet, but we added this sweet girl to the family. It took her a bit to adjust to city living, as the concept of being able to come inside the house was a foreign one to her. One day she managed to dig her way under our fence (which was amazing since she hadn't been outside long...I was giving her time to do her business), and was found three houses down in a neighbor's pool! She eventually acclimated, and had several years with us before she passed from old age. She was incredibly sweet, and seemed so grateful to be out of such a terrible situation. So, while it was quite inconvenient at the time, I'm very happy we were able to provide her with a happy, healthy life for a while. I have so many great memories of her that I wouldn't trade for anything.
 
I was driving home and this guy is just UP on my ass, in the bad way. I brake checked him, and he cut off the guy next to him to get up next to me. I looked at him ready for obscenities, but he didn't look at all upset. In fact, his face was completely blank. Ignoring me, he got into the middle lane for turning left then cut in front of two cars up, and continued so that he cut in front of the guy in front of me. As we came to the red light, the right-turn lane was open (and where I was going), so he pulled into that and ignored a few chances to turn right until the light turned green, then sped into the intersection to cut across the two lanes in mid-intersection, then turned left into one of the first driveways on the left side of the street.

So, yes, he was a total asshole with no regard for safety, but seeing that he felt absolutely nothing about it was what stayed with me all the way home. He really just did not give a fuck what happened as long as he got to his destination as quickly as possible.
 
Ru1977 said:
I was driving home and this guy is just UP on my ass, in the bad way. I brake checked him, and he cut off the guy next to him to get up next to me. I looked at him ready for obscenities, but he didn't look at all upset. In fact, his face was completely blank. Ignoring me, he got into the middle lane for turning left then cut in front of two cars up, and continued so that he cut in front of the guy in front of me. As we came to the red light, the right-turn lane was open (and where I was going), so he pulled into that and ignored a few chances to turn right until the light turned green, then sped into the intersection to cut across the two lanes in mid-intersection, then turned left into one of the first driveways on the left side of the street.

So, yes, he was a total asshole with no regard for safety, but seeing that he felt absolutely nothing about it was what stayed with me all the way home. He really just did not give a fuck what happened as long as he got to his destination as quickly as possible.
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Is it just me, or does it seem like since the pandemic everyone's forgotten how to drive?
 
SDcomics said:
Is it just me, or does it seem like since the pandemic everyone's forgotten how to drive?
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Its true.

I also believe people have forgotten how to navigate on foot or they just don't give a f*** because people ed to devalue other human beings while we were isolated and I think a lot of people had an issue coming out of it. There really should have been therapy tools. If any of our mental health workers want to chime in on that.

I walk a lot because everything near me is walkable. I have also always treated pedestrian traffic like car traffic. You walk on the right side and the left is oncoming. I was also brought up to take the curb when women, children, the elderly, are within your aura.

And all my life everyone has tended to follow this. Even in countries where the road rules are reversed, this seems to be the same on foot instinct.

But now it seems like every mother f*****, doesn't matter the demographic, loves to just play chicken and they have no intent to lose. And when you're in a store, people love to just park their cart in the most obvious path possible, sometimes even lengthwise, and then tune everyone else out. I don't know if it was always like this. Maybe it's just rose colored glasses. But I really do feel like coming out of the pandemic, people just stopped giving a f*** about every innate common courtesy. Cutting in line. Mouthing off. Trying to bulk up on you. Theater etiquette . Restaurant etiquette .Road rage.

Maybe it's just the decline of civilization.
 
Oh man, here in NY it's become a travesty. Not that it was great before, but like you said, people just don't know how to walk anymore. And they're so unaware of their surroundings that even trying to get past them is almost impossible. Like, just move two freakin' inches to the side and I can get around you. But God forbid you should brush past them, or you're the worst person alive. At first I thought it was just me accepting my status as New Yorker- me toughening up and adopting the "Eyy, I'm walkin' here!" mindset, but nah.

Not to mention, the number of people standing SO close to me in line has skyrocketed in the last year or two. Like, I can't tell you how many times I'm standing in a checkout line and can literally feel someone right behind me- their breath on my neck, the general feeling of being close, etc. I'm not claustrophobic, per se, but people like that make me feel that way. Can't stand people who don't respect personal space. Or couging/sneezing without covering their mouth; granted, that was a problem before the pandemic too, but I can probably count on one hand the number of times people have actually covered their mouths since the pandemic. Like....did we learn nothing? And on the off chance they get called out for it, it's always the same excuse- "Oh, don't worry, I'm not sick." That's lovely, but I don't want to become sick either from your germs.

I think manners and general respect has declined since the pandemic in general, added to the fact that Trump-ism has emboldened people to just kinda live how they want and expect no repercussions (or worse, invite confrontation). This is definitely my "old man yells at cloud" moment, but, like, what happened to manners? Has the Golden Rule turned out to be fool's gold? Like, come on.
 
Okay, I just want to let you all know you're not going to see much of me for the next few days. Lory went to bed early last night with a fever and a headache, and when she woke up this morning she had blisters on the left side of her face. Obviously concerned, we called Urgent Care and set up a video appointment. The nice doctor told us she has Shingles. She's going to be fine. The doc faxed a prescription to our drugstore and she has to take antibiotics for the next eight days. Those pills are big enough to choke a horse but she's getting them down. She'll be okay in a few days but in the meantime it's bed rest and around the clock care. Me and the dog are going to be sleeping on the couch for awhile.

You know, this could have been avoided if she had just gotten her Shingles vaccination. I got mine in 2019 and I'm fit as a fiddle. But no, my brave little native princess, whose ancestors are among the fiercest warriors who ever existed, is scared shitless of going to the doctor and needles. She just absolutely refuses any type of vaccination. The thing is, Lory is the first to admit she's a bad native. Besides being afraid of doctors, heights and wild animals, she hates camping, she hates the outdoors and she hates roughing it. She'll take a four star hotel with a nice soft bed and room service anyday of the week. In other words, she's a wimp. But she knows it. And I love her with all my heart anyway so to me it doesn't matter.

Now before the old jokes start, I just want to say that the shingles vaccine is recommended to anyone 50 and older. I know some of you are getting close to that age if you're not there already. Regular trips to the doctor and taking better care of yourself is just something you're going to have to deal with as you get older. But the way I look at it, yes I may be elderly now but I'm just glad I'm still alive. Having to deal with inconvenience is a whole lot better than being dead.

So a word to the wise and all that. Anyway, take care of yourselves and I'll see you all soon.
 
SDcomics said:
Okay, I just want to let you all know you're not going to see much of me for the next few days. Lory went to bed early last night with a fever and a headache, and when she woke up this morning she had blisters on the left side of her face. Obviously concerned, we called Urgent Care and set up a video appointment. The nice doctor told us she has Shingles. She's going to be fine. The doc faxed a prescription to our drugstore and she has to take antibiotics for the next eight days. Those pills are big enough to choke a horse but she's getting them down. She'll be okay in a few days but in the meantime it's bed rest and around the clock care. Me and the dog are going to be sleeping on the couch for awhile.

You know, this could have been avoided if she had just gotten her Shingles vaccination. I got mine in 2019 and I'm fit as a fiddle. But no, my brave little native princess, whose ancestors are among the fiercest warriors who ever existed, is scared shitless of going to the doctor and needles. She just absolutely refuses any type of vaccination. The thing is, Lory is the first to admit she's a bad native. Besides being afraid of doctors, heights and wild animals, she hates camping, she hates the outdoors and she hates roughing it. She'll take a four star hotel with a nice soft bed and room service anyday of the week. In other words, she's a wimp. But she knows it. And I love her with all my heart anyway so to me it doesn't matter.

Now before the old jokes start, I just want to say that the shingles vaccine is recommended to anyone 50 and older. I know some of you are getting close to that age if you're not there already. Regular trips to the doctor and taking better care of yourself is just something you're going to have to deal with as you get older. But the way I look at it, yes I may be elderly now but I'm just glad I'm still alive. Having to deal with inconvenience is a whole lot better than being dead.

So a word to the wise and all that. Anyway, take care of yourselves and I'll see you all soon.
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I had shingles at 42. Didn't even know that's what it was. My ear started looking like a grizzled old boxer's cauliflower ear and it hurt like hell inside and out. Thought I had an ear infection and went to an urgent care clinic and she treated me for an ear infection.

A few days later I looked in the mirror and noticed one side of my mouth wasn't smiling when the other side did. I managed to get an appointment with my actual doctor and he diagnosed me with Ramsey-Hunt disease which is when the shingles virus get into your ear and facial nerves and causes paralysis on one side of the face.

It was a lovely week or so having to tape my eye shut at night and having my drinks pour out one side of my mouth if I wasn't careful. My biggest regret was that it didn't happen around Halloween because I would have made a badass Two-Face with a little makeup.

Luckily I made a full recovery with no lasting paralysis but fuck shingles forever. Hope your wife's doesn't last long and isn't too bad. It's no fun.
 
A not insignificant part of my job involves driving around to sites/clients. I drive a lot. And have been driving a lot as long as I've been in this industry - so 15 years. To my mind, nothing has really changed from pre- to post-pandemic. People have always been miserable narcissists. I've spent my whole career watching people change lanes without even turning their heads as a regular multiple-times-per-day occurrence, cutting three lanes to not miss their exit, not understanding or CARING how things like zipper merges work, and just generally driving like selfish pieces of shit that, moreover, don't even seem to be -aware- that other people exist or matter. And when called out, it's clear they also don't really give a fuck. Even people that you would otherwise say are perfectly kind, reasonable folks.

Put everyone in a car and 75% of the population becomes the worst kind of selfish dickhead you've ever met.
 
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