The cats or the boxes?
Central Illinois book lover, cat lover, CPA
The cats or the boxes?
To Kill a Mockingbird, of course.
Here’s a very technical paper that studied nose vs mouth vs combined nose-and-mouth breathing:
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7455204/
I confess it was over my head and I just skimmed it. But the conclusion says, “The high filtration efficiency of the nasal cavity together with its efficient clearance mechanisms lead to the recommendation to prefer the nose breathing over combined or mouth breathing.”
The conclusion also says, “There is general scientific agreement that lower airways are more vulnerable to severe infections” and “From this point of view, the nasal inhalation is preferential because it significantly reduces the number of particles penetrating to lower airways.” I’d guess that means that shallow breaths are probably preferable, but you’d need to read the article to confirm that.
Heterosexual men want to look at boobs. If she thinks this is “weird,” I feel she needs something explained to her.
Greebles. They’re often on the ceiling at our house.
“She had six strong legs and it frightened me. She had insect eyes but I could still see that the look she gave him you give to me.”
Why would he want to? The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
I had a cat that was maybe 6 or 7 years old when she suddenly started having seizures. After a seizure, she’d be wobbly for a few days, then eventually back to normal… until it happened again. Vet couldn’t figure out what was going on. We decided to try to track when she had the seizures—was it when she ate something out of the ordinary, got exposed to something unusual, on a recurring schedule? That sort of thing. We quickly found out that within a day or two of giving her a dose of Frontline flea treatment (the kind you drip on the back of their neck) she’d have a seizure. We stopped giving her Frontline and she never had another seizure.
We have one. The cat likes it, and we love it. Super-easy to empty.
—Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
—That’s as may be, but it’s still a frog!
—What else?
—Well, don’t you even take the bones out?
—If we took the bones out, it wouldn’t be crunchy, would it?
Central Illinoisan here, and I’m pretty sure the half of Illinois south of the Mason-Dixon Line is the South, not the Midwest.
American here, but I agree with a traditionally Polish or German gift. I’ve always thought Polish pottery is lovely.
A kidney donated from a living donor often lasts longer and performs better than a kidney from a deceased donor. Donating a kidney to a stranger can begin a paired donation chain that can result in several people getting kidneys. If you are seriously thinking about donating, I strongly encourage you to do some research with reputable sources, talk to some people who’ve donated themselves, talk it over with your loved ones, and maybe talk to some transplant coordinators at the nearest transplant center. It’s not something to be undertaken lightly, but living donors are saints.
A feed full of cats.
American here, and I’ve never heard anyone seriously answer the phone this way. I did have a co-worker who would answer “Go for Mike” as a joke when he knew the caller. I had the impression it was from silly comedy or sit-com or meme that went around for a while.
I just wanted to add this link to xkcd’s survey results about color names because it’s fun and possibly relevant.
Lou Reed - Rock ‘n’ Roll Animal
Third one from the end looks a little stretched.