“Savannah cats are so cool I bet it’s amazing having one”
Yeah so this is me at midnight trying to wear out Baby Satan because my partner has to wake up for work at 6 am
Qat Sr. and Baby Satan have this new game called
“Try to get separated by the bedroom door through loudly fighting and then use our mammoth sizes as the TWO BIGGEST GODDAMN DOMESTIC CAT BREEDS LEGAL TO OWN as a bartering ram against said door”
Made the mistake of coming to the apartment complex hot tub 30 minutes before it closes for my back problems
I’m now surrounded by sailors saying shit like “I don’t know how to take girl pics for Insta” and “this looks gay dude” and “I want braces cause cute girls have them”
Other choice quotes:
“Are we gonna finish Borat?”
“White people problems Right Chase?”
“I’m not into politics”
“Who’s gonna clean up the vodka bottle glass we don’t have a broom for the hot tub”
One of the girls with them:
“No like we have a other insta account for our wide angle photos it’s ok”
It’s been three years since #JamalKhashoggi was brutally murdered by Saudi Arabia and Muhammad Bin Salman.
There is no body to bury for loved ones to grieve.
There is no justice.
And there is no forgetting.
Right after Jamal Khashoggi’s death was announced, I was on Al Jazeera to talk about the geopolitical ramifications, especially for the US-KSA ‘special relationship.’
Little surprise to anyone, my pessimism about accountability was…well-founded.
Forgive the incoherence in that interview (it was 3 am), yet my larger point stands.
Jamal Khashoggi’s barbaric execution by Saudi Arabia proves the lie of ‘Mohammed Bin Salman the reformer,’ and—
— underscores the utterly vulgar hypocrisy of US alliances and foreign policy.
Qat Jr. was making a LOT of noise during this morning’s talk, so I wanted to troubleshoot before the next one I’m doing here in a bit.
At first, it seemed like his regular…
… “breakdancing in the litter box” nonsense
But on further examination, I learn…
HE’S DIGGING HIS POOP OUT TO USE AS A SOCCER BALL.
Thankfully, I’ve got enough time to clean this up and lock him in another room for my next speaking engagement.
Wrapped up a long, long day with a last-ditch “please let this wear him out so he doesn’t breakdance in the litter box or play rugby with his poop” effort.
Tonight, we took Hex on a walk to the pool.
(And I swear to God he’s already even bigger than yesterday - AGAIN).