[id: 6 cat pictures. pic 1 is of a fluffy orange cat, sitting in a doorway looking up shocked. a possum is behind it. the cat is labelled “chidi”, the possum is “the desire to use almond milk in his coffee”
pic 2 is a grey striped cat desperately trying to put it’s face in a bowl. a human hand is pushing the cat back by the head, but it’s still leaning forward into it, making its eyes look huge.
the cat is “chidi” and the bowl is labelled “almond milk”.
pic 3 is a light grey cat sitting next to the edge of a sink, labelled “chidi”, next to a carton of milk, labelled “almond milk”. the cat is making a really intense facial expression, and scrunching up it’s face like it’s angry or sick
pic 4 is a very blurry picture of a cat, it’s eyes are closed and baring it’s teeth, as if crying out or hissing. it’s labelled “chidi after drinking the almond milk”
pic 5 is a very fluffy cat lying down on it’s back, it’s wide eyes open as if in shock, as someone is vacuuming it’s tummy. the cat is “chidi” the vacuum head is “almond milk related guilt”
pic 6 is a grey cat looking sad and hunched over, with a human hand giving it the middle finger. the cat is labelled “chidi drinking the almond milk”, the hand is “also chidi”]
my fav thing in wildlife research is the concept of animals being “trap happy” meaning the same animal goes into a trap on purpose again and again after it’s caught the first time bc it was like “hey…..there was food in there and Zero (0) predators and then they just let me go in the morning…….”
on one hand it fucks up our data but on the other hand……..I Get It you Funky Little Rodents
if it were pouring rain on my walk home from work at night and I found a big metal box full of pizza and a bed where no one else could bother me and the only condition is that in the cold light of day I’d have to face a bunch of scientists weighing me and then letting me go on the sidewalk I’d probably end up in there a lot.
How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if I slam dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the old ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?
‘Tis the fuckin’ season, friends!! Get out there and live your worst life!!
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