My reaction, "Aw, creepy cutie. Spiky boy. Rawr. Nope, No, NO, WHY?!"

My uncle still calls to share his joy when someone calls him Sir. He's only begun to transition into his truest self later in life and I'll never get tired of the happiness and self-confidence he displays nowadays.

Bless your heart. Did you get paid at least?

Kids showed up expecting another feel-good like Totoro or Kiki... Well, the trauma's made us stronger in the end right? Right!?!

I've had a Pembroke and currently have a Cardigan. My Pem LOVED to frolic in the snow, and I'd have to practically drag him back indoors. My Cardi couldn't care less. He's "meh" about it until it piles up too high for him to walk comfortably and then he's completely over it.

Awww ham. I have had several Syrian hams throughout my life and they were all sweethearts. On the other hand, my sister got a Campbell's dwarf and it was the most vicious, for its size, creature that I've ever crossed paths with. I'm pretty sure spite powered every cell of its tiny body.

Weaponised incompetence is such an insidious thing

I'm so terribly sorry for your loss.

Hard to mistake the Munchkin breed. Little legs, big attitude.

I love how even after getting benefits every couple of years they make you go through the "yep still effed up" paperwork. Just in case your chronic illness has been miraculously cured type of thing.

They are giving "orange cat braincell"