1997 - 2014
On August 17th, 1997, this little white kitten came up to our door with sunburned ears. We fed him, gave him water. But it was clear he wasn’t going to survive on his own. I asked my mom if we could keep him. She said that if he was still around, we could. Sure enough, he stuck around, we let him into our hearts, and he stayed there for seventeen years. We called him Baby because he always had a high-pitched meow and it sounded more like a baby crying than anything else
In the past couple of years, he had gotten extremely thin. My parents had taken him to the vet, who gave him a clean bill of health. He was eating and drinking like nobody’s business. He would constantly yell if the water wasn’t fresh and make my mother fill up his bowl.
Today, I got word from my mom that he had passed away in his sleep. There’s a small part of me that’s relieved. So many times, whether it was my parents or just a few years ago with Ophelia, our cats had gotten sick, past the point that they could be cured. So we would have to bring them to the vet so they could be put down.
But Baby got to pass peacefully in his sleep. Warm, happy, unafraid, and surrounded by his humans that loved him so much. I only wish that the brief time I saw him on Sunday wasn’t the last time I was able to see him.
Goodbye, buddy. I’m going to miss you, so much.
At the end of every Police Squad! episode, instead of having a freeze frame, the characters stop whatever they’re doing and keep still as the credits roll.
I can’t begin to tell you how weirded out I was about this.
If you are a man who thinks it’s funny to make misogynist jokes purely to make your female friends uncomfortable/angry, then you are a misogynist. It is not “just a joke.” You literally are finding humor in the discomfort and dehumanization of women. You are not helping, you are not making satire. You are just being misogynist.
Yes, this includes you gay men.