Post Punk Kitchen Forum

I say goodbye to my cats, usually in the form of "Bye, bye, boys!" Which is usually followed with "Have fun storming the castle!" "Think it'll work?" "It would take a miracle." "Bye, bye!"

I've replayed this scene hundreds of times over the last 3 years.

I thought that crying alone in my apartment was something I was done with 6 years ago, but here I am again. None of my real life friends will ever know about this, because I need to keep up my strong lady persona, but the reality is that I am feeling pretty terrible.

Aww hugs allularpunk <3
I may possibly be fighting off loneliness by tucking myself into bed with a pandacookie monster as my cuddle buddy.

I like the cut of your jib! Panda With Cookie plush friends make being alone 37% more fun. Because you're never alone when a plush friend made with love is around.

Aw me too! Which one do you have?

I snuggle with a red corduroy pirate :) what do you have? Our monsters should meet!

We'll bring them on the road with us!! I have a big purple fleecey pirate for sleep-snuggling and also a wee green pocket monster for pocket adventures.

It's been a while since I've ordered from pandacookie - I think the two of you have inspired me to spend some money! I need a cuddle buddy.

My confession: I went to the supermarket yesterday, and picked up enough sushi to feed about three people, but it was really just for me. The woman behind the counter said, "Have a fun superbowl party!" Yep, I just went home and stuffed my face.

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Like! I wish I could get some sushi now. Mmmmm sushi.

Also, was that a humblebrag?

I want a photo of the monster road trip fun.

You bet!

Oh! I may try that one to shake things up a bit. I usually go through an elaborate monologue whereby I tell Morty that he is not in charge, that Hackie is in charge, and then I praise Hackie for being the Best and Favorite cat and then tell them that Poof! is second in command, and the dogs come next, and that Morty will probably never be in charge and then, finally, I am out the door!

(I do think Hackie likes all of the responsibilities and privileges that go with being in charge.)

When I take a shower late at night I make one of my dogs come into the bathroom to protect me since my bathroom door doesn't lock. They make me feel safer even though one is a super friendly elderly Lab and the other one barks and then runs away when he sees someone.

Guess what? I'm a nitpicky bisque.

All I ask is that PLEASE, if i am going to have to be responsible for shopping, i need my family members to WRITE what they need on the LIST, since i am not psychic.....
so we came back from vacation to find that someone had used all our kitchen sponges to clean the bathroom (we have only one bathroom. i don't get the math either) and was using STEEL WOOL to wash dishes, and ruined some of my japanese bowls. I threw away the steel wool and put a piece of loofah sponge in the sink and we all suffered, oh how we suffered, using a loofah to wash dishes.
Amazingly, i did not go sprinting to the store, and yet sponges did not appear on the list.
steel wool reappeared in the kitchen (purchased somewhere?).
i threw that shiitake away too.

Last night, someone apparently took time out of their busy schedule to go buy sponges. Because just writing it on the forking list is more difficult than going to the market.

I just tried to fart and instead, peed a little. Whoops.

I love you so much.

Aw, why can't Morty be in charge? Just once

I talk to, and for, my dogs all the time. Constantly.

We do this with the cats also, but to a lesser degree. And when I talk to Kristofferson it is usually varying shades of "Shut up! I'm not coming upstairs right now! YOU DO NOT CONTROL ME." I also need to tell him I hate him before I go to bed at night.

Well, he's a little irresponsible!

Every since we started talking about talking to (and as) our animal friends, I've been paying extra attention to what I say to the cats. Our conversations generally go like this:

'Meow'
'Hello!'
'Meow!'
'I know!'
'Meow murrp mrow'
'Oh really?'
'Meow! Meowmeow!'
'Tell me more!'

It just goes on and on and on like that...

My cat conversations generally go like this...

"Meow"
"I know"

"Meow"
"not right now"

"Meow"
"you cant crunchies?"
"Meow"
"ok, let's get you some crunchies"


"Yowl (from other room)"
"What are you doing in there? Come over here"
"Meow"
"ok, good, I was worried"

I think I have said this exact thing word for word. There are many things in this house I do not eat or use and I do not know when we are out of them.

My confession: I put everything possible in the dishwasher. When shopping for kitchen equipment I will not buy something that is hand wash only (unless it is a fancy occasional-use item).

How's that cat ever gonna learn any responsibility if you don't give him any?

My partner and I used to have rediculous conversations, wherein one of us would act as the cat's translator and tell the other what the cat had to say. These were not always short simple conversations, either.


From this thread, I am going to interpret that everyone does this with their pets.

(also, my parents live in a rural area & someone abandoned a pregnant cat near their house, they have tried to get as many cats as possible fixed, but they have a small colony, which they feed. My dad has theme songs for some of the cats, which he sings to them. For a while, he wanted to make short moves about various cats, going about their secret lives...)

I feel like your dad and I could be best friends.