The cat is named Midas and he hears just fine with the extra set of ears.
https://www.instagram.com/midas_x24/
The cat is named Midas and he hears just fine with the extra set of ears.
https://www.instagram.com/midas_x24/
25 minute car drive. I almost never have traffic jams during my commute. The longest it has taken me was around 40 minutes when I had to take a detour due to farmers protests.
I have a bus stop near my house. It takes 45 minutes to get to the city of my job and then I have to take another bus to get to my job itself.
It would probably take a bit over 1 hour to get there on a bicycle. I would get extra money if I went to work on a bicycle. The main reason I don’t cycle to work is that I don’t think it’s safe. Most of the route I would have ride on a little strip 2 meter away from cars and trucks going 90km/h. Or I can take a longer route where I have to ride on a little strip right next to traffic going 70km/h.
What is that? A litterbox for ants?
Immudefense. Whenever I see this I feel second-hand embarrassment for those people standing there shaking that stupid little pill.
My cats are indoors because I lived next to a cat hater and in a busy street when I got them. Back then I would let them outside on a leash. During the day they were too scared, but they loved investigating the garden in the evening.
Now I live at a calmer street and have a small walled garden. They love going outside during the day now without a leash. I always stay with them and if they attempt to jump the wall they have to go inside immediately.
My sisters cats are outdoor cats. They are a lot less affectionate than my cats. My cats greet me when I get home, they like to lay on my lap and they love getting pet. My sisters cats only show up when they’re hungry or when the weather is too bad and will scratch if you pet them longer than 2 seconds.
Around 3 years ago I dreamed I overslept and woke up at 6:31. I have to leave home around 6:10 to be on time for work.
That morning I woke up on time, but when I got in my car its clock showed it was 6:31. I didn’t understand how it could be that late and checked the time on my phone. Turned out the car was showing the wrong time, which happened to be the same time as in my dream.
Last month I overslept and woke up at 6:31.
Belgium
They’re right, a beach house isn’t a dream. It’s a nightmare.
Your house will constantly get sand inside. If there is a bit of wind your house gets sandblasted. You can’t eat outside or seagulls will steal your food. Walking on sand is more difficult than walking on pavement or grass. You would have to be a madman to go live on a beach.
Someone should photoshop the woman out of the picture, so it would look like the cat was doing a flying kick at the catperson
At least my doctor notified his patients that he was going to retired. I have a collegue who found out his doctor retired when he got ill.
I think it’s mainly because there is a limitation of the amount of students who can start the education. Every year the government holds entry exams and only the best 1600 can start the studies. Somewhere in their studies they have to choose their specialisation (heart, children, oncology,…) And as far as I know only a small part of them is interested to become a ‘housedoctor’ ( the type of doctor we have to visit when we have something like a flu)
I have no reason to mock american healthcare. Sure, here in Belgium I can afford to see a doctor, but I don’t know if I can find one.
My previous doctor retired and all the other doctors in the area have a patient stop. They will only give you an appointment if you already are a known patient. I can only hope one of them is willing to take me the next time I’m sick.
My dentist has so much work he doesn’t answer his phone and doesn’t has an online method to make appointments. You have to plan your next appointment when you visit him and his agenda is usually booked for the next 6 months.
!catsareliquid@lemmy.ml is the only one I know, but its only post is 2 years old.
They are meant to be installed in a corner.
It said favorite dream, not worst nightmare.
My cat likes to rub his head on everything I show him.
I would fall down the stairs and then apologize and give the cat treats because I hurt it.
I feel like dishes are even worse. I don’t have a dishwasher so I have to do everything by hand. It always seems like I just finished and a new pile magically appears.