Probably the reason we were taught as kids, along with toilet training, that we could never ever ever ever enter our parents bedroom
The emergency vet thinks he probably has a brain tumor. 
He wasn’t walking very well right after the seizure, but that seems to be OK this morning. We confined him to the laundry room last night to keep him from trying to jump on things before he was stable again, but he seems to be walking OK this morning. Our vet is away for Thanksgiving, but has been IMing with me about him.
At least he came home last night. I suspect that we will all take our time to say goodbye and then put him down in the next couple of weeks.
Oh I’m so sorry about your kitty. It’s always hard to say goodbye and even harder in this season. I know you gave him a great life, and just know that there are bunches of us here on SDMB who are sending you our sympathy. Give the kitty all the treats he can eat and a cuddle from me.
I live a two hour plane ride away from my mother, and when I visit her she tends to try too hard to be hospitable. I try to be a grateful son and bear it, but not always successfully.
Later on ( long after the greetings and “catching up” chatting ) I’ll be sitting on her couch, upright, feet on the floor, enjoying whatever I’m reading and she’ll see me, and this happens:
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Her: Come on, relax! Put your feet up
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Me: No, I’m fine
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Her: Get comfortable!
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Me: I am comfortable
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Her: You don’t know how to relax.
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Me: What do you mean? I prefer to sit this way. I’m comfortable
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Her: How can you be comfortable that way? Why can’t you just relax?
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Me: I am comfortable, and I am relaxing…but I gotta say this debate is making me less and less relaxed. If I were to sprawl out on the couch lying down, I’d be doing something I DO NOT feel like doing.
Or, when getting ready to go to turn in:
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Her: Are you warm enough?
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Me: Oh yes, fine.
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Her: I’ll get you some more blankets.
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Me: No no no. You know me…I have thick blood. I get hot easy and I like it cool.
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Her: Really…it’s no trouble
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Me: PLEASE! I’m fine!
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Her: Here, here’s the remote, watch some TV.
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Me: Nah…I’m gonna turn in
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Her: You mean you don’t watch TV in bed?
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Me: No. Never. Don’t even keep one in the bedroom. Don’t want to.
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Her: ( incredulous ) Hhhhmmmm.
A friend of my aunt had to evacuate her home near Paradise because of the Camp Fire. She came home to find that her house had been spared, but it had been looted of all of her valuables.
The Bros and I have been known to ask Mom (and, less frequently, each other) "we’ve known each other for how long?"when one of us is having trouble processing something that the questioner has done for decades.
I’m glad the raise was restored.
This sort of thing weighs on my mind. Every day there’s a new reason to be embarassed to be a human being.
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I hate people.
This level of arseholism is exceptional.
So “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” is racist now?
Context?
“Charlie Brown Thanksgiving SO UNFAIR. Great Pumpkin presented as Fake News. Just because LARGE & ORANGE. That. Is. Racism!"
Franklin ( kid of color)had to sit on lawn chair during Thanksgiving. Oh yeah off to the side.
Where the hell did that 1st come up?
My house has a low, easily climbable wall. Because it is over 100 years old, local zoning laws prevent me from raising it. I have security “beams” that sound the alarm but due to position they can’t cover where we park.
Recently I caught a very hung-over homeless guy asleep in my wife’s car. She had not locked it. He’d obviously decided to rob us but fell asleep on the job. I chased him out, he won some small change from the ashtray that we use for parking, but that’s all.
But then he came back. And my wife had not locked the car again (this is becoming something of a theme) and this time, he got a pair of expensive trail running shoes. He triggered our alarm as he tried to go further into the garden, so he did not manage to steal my wife’s insanely expensive yoga mat, which also came out the car, (who knew yoga mats could get expensive? I knew.) which he left behind after he vaulted the wall.
And he came again. And who forgot to lock her car?
And, this morning, again, and guess whose wife didn’t lock the car?
Let me not mention my disappointment at my two large dogs, for whom a soft bed in a warm place is clearly preferred to doing some sort of guard dogging.
Anyway.
Judging from his clothes and the fact that he passed out during his first robbery, it’s clear that this guy is not an expert in the thievery business. But he has worked out that my wife’s car is a soft target. I would like him to stop, and given that he’s been back now 4 times, I would like him to be stopped in a fucking unpleasant way.
I would, also, despite my incredible anger that my wife has not learnt something of a lesson here, to remain married, because in every area aside from “locking cars” she is the perfect companion for me.
This puts me in a quandary, because I would very much like to do things that are illegal to this fine gentleman, but if I do so I may be placed in jail; which in turn would probably lead to divorce.
Right now my second best plan (the first best plan is illegal, so I can’t post it here) is to glue razor blades smeared with raw chicken (to assist with infection) on the parts of the wall where he habitually climbs.
Or I could try to remind my wife to LOCK THE FUCKING CAR.
- Speak to your dealership about getting auto locks for your doors. Your car might have that feature but you can turn them on or off. Well, check the car manual, first, I suppose.
1a. If it’s not possible to turn on auto locking for your wife’s car, get a spare key fob and hang it by the door you let the dogs out for their bedtime whiz. Make it your own habit to press the lock feature before you and your dogs repair for your beauty sleep. This will be 100% more effective than nagging your wife.
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Look into getting web cams with cloud backup to cover the place where you park. When you get a good headshot of the dude take it to the cops.
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It might be worth signing up for a month of service from a web cam that’s monitored by a security system that can send in the mounties if they spot the guy. Shouldn’t take long. He’s obviously made your spot his fishing hole.
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Consider getting a garage, preferably one with auto locking door.
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Fill the car with skunks.
I will look very closely into this; however, I’m not sure how easy it would be to obtain the sufficient number of skunks (I’m estimating 4 to 6 for a sedan-size car?)
One might do it, if said weapon just woke up from a all winter nap and was, shall we say, fully charged…
I live in a country that has no skunks, so if I am going to import any I am going to import enough to do the job.
I’d estimate the volume of the interior of the car to be around 7 cubic metres. I’m basing my estimate on 0.8 to 1.3 skunks per cubic metre. I’m not sure what the going rate is for skunks is these days: perhaps I could get a deal on Etsy
Note: I have never met a skunk in person so my estimate may be inaccurate.
1 will do. Trust me.
However, skunks don’t like to spray in confined spaces. More likely, what’ll happen is the skunk will freak out, run out of the car, and then spray, necessitating the guy to shut himself in the car to avoid most of the foulness. 
Perhaps a better plan is needed…