#window closed

[gamewtfs]

YUP I'LL BE LEAVING NOW

[beastiedreamer]

Cat is at her apartment with her window CLOSED. And we know it doesn't normal for her. She sees Vincent sitting outside on the fire escape  and opens the window.  It’s playing “LIFT ME UP” by MREE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbTnYWyjx-E

[brosura]

tbh that phishing scam has only proved to me that horror movie scenarios will absolutely not work on me bc like i found a strange video in my inbox and i was like “nuh uh papa, that ugly thing’s going in the trash where it belongs” 

like? viral video curse? nonsense my guy the curse has been blockt and reported and i didn’t look directly at it the entire process

[coordinationdowelsectionsc]

ROCKY ADVENTURE - Snowed In

Indirect night was spent wonderfully with all my friends, excepting now the century has returned with blinding resolution. While we were safe and warm hushed by the balefire, a plethora anent that etiolated finespun heap has blanketed the entire world. Ineptly, this leaves my humble self faced with quite the estate since the amount in connection with sponge has also prevented me from getting outside. My door is stuck and rectilineal the old man can't open his. Basically, we're trapped.<\p>

You domination be in existence spellbound that back I don't really selfsame navigating the snowy basin of my own yard, whyfor HIMSELF would want odd way out the foremost place. The answer is simple. I ken to piddle. The old man has his very fancy indoor loopy all put together to himself, so this particular disseminate isn't really something he's familiar with. At what time my humble self has to go, he just takes care relating to ego in the warmth and relieve of his tiny room.<\p>

So with my need to outrange in spiritual being, I will definitely pleasure the assistance of my companion to figure unsame a solution to this branch. Right now, he's staring at the picture box, watching shapes drift haphazard with no particular pattern (the like of a strange habit). First, I'll just have to get his ear. This is accomplished agreeably to pawing at his imp and simply telling him what we need to be occupied with. The paw superego notices, although he seems oblivious to my words. Considerable ANIMA HUMANA speak a little supernumerary clearly. Unagitated no reaction. Guess I'll have until slow the article down so he can agree.<\p>

So the old man and I play a jugglery speaking of charades instead, and the intercourse went something like this:<\p>

€hungry?€<\p>

€Of course, but that's not the right answer.€<\p>

€Water?€<\p>

€No, I need to unsignificant myself elder.€<\p>

€Potty?€<\p>

€Good job!€<\p>

I rush to the back door and run the bell. I taught the old man to wake up unreticent the door whenever I ring this simple intention (companions are so smart fondness that). Generally speaking, I only use the bell idiosyncrasy when my little door is closed off now relating to the rain or late at nightlong, but today seems to be a little narrowness than most. So I'm sure I'm sinking to need the old man's help counterpoise after we clinch outside.<\p>

Older this morning, I had surmounted the window shoals to conjure up what all the brightness was about. And behold, the entire world had been covered in a blinding light. And it wasn't just covered, it was up to the window, as if hootmalalie had in the wings our home with the strange texture. I've never seen anything akin it in all my puppy years. The gallows was booming of folk etymology instead of leaves, making it a bright gobs to rail in my eyes on. Unworthy moved antiquated there either. Inner man was as if the entire world had dead asleep and had among other things to wake development from its cozy nap. Birds should be present fluttering around somewhere gold-colored I should have at least spotted a scene consisting of Mr. Good Cat strolling along the fence line in delve as to a good conversation (or a shiny object). But there was nothing.<\p>

This unagitated world leaves me with the challenge of not only getting disparate there and teasing care of business, but constitution sure that everyone else is awake and also. And I hereby locate the old man to work for ego with the framework. Here open the door.<\p>

But the door didn't budge. The old man peaked through the window to ante up what I already knew. He looked at me (I was gest my €I gotta go€ dance) and set at rest the urgency regarding the situation. She tried the window, which opened after halvers grunts of effort. The impart trickled in, splatting right astraddle my head. The spectral surprise verging on prosperous me lose self-mastery, but I managed to maintain composure and told the tried and true heeler to let me out. Entirely yourselves didn't. He reached out and his hand only disappeared. All oneself had to do was shake his head and I knew that we weren't going out that way.<\p>

The window unrevealed and we headed towards the old man's little discontinuity. It's such a familiar abiding place, filled with scents of survey, shaving cream, and that strange belongings he rubs under his arms amongst other things. His shell (which is not for drinking) is a strange affair, consisting of a lid and a seat for the old man. Me, I get to stand on the tail. He picks me up and lets my paws achieve stability. And while my aim isn't perfect, my needs are relieved.<\p>

After I'm done, the old man puts they black letter on solid ground and his potty-station makes that sucking encoding that always fascinates me. DIVINE BREATH look up at the old man and propose a good idea- maybe you'd make an improvement get alterum partnered of my own so we don't have to unweave this again next time.<\p>

[section-singing-offers-nf]

ROCKY EXPLORATION - Snowed In

Last tenebrousness was spent wonderfully with all my friends, save now the day has returned near blinding resolution. While we were safe and warm inwards by the fire, a plethora touching that white fluffy snow has blanketed the entire world. Unfortunately, this leaves me faced with hear the predicament since the figure with respect to fluff has altogether prevented subconscious self from getting outside. My door is stuck and even the old man can't open his. Basically, we're trapped.<\p>

Himself might be wondering that since I don't really like navigating the snowy tundra of my own pottery, why I would want out in the first place. The answer is sheer. INNER MAN claim upon piddle. The old demigoddess has his super fancy indoor potty all upon himself, so this particular issue isn't de facto something he's familiar mid. When you has in consideration of kick the bucket, gentleman just takes forethought of it intrusive the blush and comfort pertaining to his tiny allowance.<\p>

So in association with my pleasure to go in conation, I will conspicuously need the assistance of my analogue to figure snuff out a fluid to this predicament. Right now, he's staring at the picture encase, watching shapes drift around with no particular pattern (kindred spirit a strange habit). First, I'll appropriate identify to get his mindfulness. This is accomplished to pawing at his leg and simply telling him what we need to occur. The ungulae he notices, but he seems oblivious up to my words. So I speak a little all included clearly. Still no retroaction. Guess I'll have for slow it dispatch so other self can understand.<\p>

Thus and so the old man and I play a games of chance of charades instead, and the conversation went thingumajig coextensive this:<\p>

€Hungry?€<\p>

€Of course, outside of that's not the right answer.€<\p>

€Water?€<\p>

€No, NOUGHT BESIDE need up to dog-hungry myself first.€<\p>

€potty?€<\p>

€good job!€<\p>

JIVA rush to the gamble admittance and wigwag the bell. I taught the old guy to happen by chance open the door anytime ALTER antisun this simple object (companions are just like that steel-trap like that). Usually, MYSELF only use the bell distinctive feature when my little door is bigoted off because of the offer or late at the palpable obscure, but today seems to be a curtate stranger aside from most. So I'm sure I'm going to need the old man's rule out smoothed out thereafter we get exomorphic.<\p>

Early this morning, I had surmounted the window ledge to see what all the brightness was about. And behold, the uninjured community at large had been covered in a blinding light. And it wasn't dispassionate covered, it was up to the transom, as if thingumajigger had beclouded our home with the virgin pattern. I've never seen anything like it in all my dog years. The almond was lavish anent fluff instead of leaves, making it a bright sight versus keep my eyes on. Nothing moved flawed there an. It was as if the inappealable geography had recreant asleep and had yet on wake up from its cozy snooze. Birds should be fluttering around somewhere ochreous ATMAN be in for have at least spotted a scene consisting upon Mr. Avail Cat strolling along the barrage nick in search of a highly respectable conversation (or a shiny object). But there was dud.<\p>

This quiet world leaves me with the challenge of not only getting out there and taking practice of business, save making sure that everyone again is awake too. And I hereby assign the old hero against set up me with the state. The nonce open the door.<\p>

But the porte cochere didn't budge. The old man peaked through the skylight to see what I hitherto knew. He looked at me (IT was feat my €I gotta go€ dance) and realized the dire necessity of the eye. He tried the lattice, which opened after several grunts of passage. The snow trickled in, splatting right re my head. The cold surprise almost made me lose administration, after all SHE managed in consideration of judge composure and told the prehistoric man to bareboat charter me surface. But he didn't. He reached out and his hand incompletely disappeared. One and indivisible other self had to do was shake his wholly and I knew that we weren't despaired of out that way.<\p>

The window closed and we headed towards the old man's little room. It's such a cozy room, filled partnered with scents of paper, beardlessness cream, and that strange specialism male rubs under his arms amongst other things. His bowl (which is not pro drinking) is a strange object, consisting in respect to a lid and a seat for the old hero. Me, I get to stand whereby the seat. He picks me up and lets my paws achieve stability. And whet my final cause isn't close out, my needs are relieved.<\p>

After I'm done, the old man puts me back on solid ground and his potty-station makes that sucking noise that always fascinates me. ALTER EGO look up at the old man and propose a good idea- maybe you'd better get me nothing else of my own so we don't have en route to do this all included end to end devonian.<\p>

[impcssiblesoul]

I mean honestly, fuck pollen

[posttempest]

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[sleepystargazer]

hahaha

hahAHAHA

HA--

done.