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In Varberg in Sweden we had one cat who would come to the supermarket every day and watch the people comming in and out:
This is Molle. Molle likes to watch people come and go from a busy supermarket. Molle likes to be pet so you can pet Molle. Please don’t feed Molle. Molle lives next door.
Well, guess I’m gonna go hungry cuz it’s time to pet the kitteh, no time for shopping
More directly, “This is Molle. He came to Varberg in 2013 and has found his favorite place here at Hajen [“The shark?”] and can sit here for hours and watch all the people passing by. He loves to be petted but DO NOT FEED HIM as he has a family and lives in a house behind the shop.” This is the ICA supermarket chain in Varberg, I believe. I have never been there, so I am not sure what the shark reference is (and there’s even a shark logo in the lower right corner), and my Swedish ain’t that great.
Googling some, I think it’s in reference to a submarine class (type) in the Swedish Navy. But it might be a reference to “Hajen Lågpris,” or “we slash prices” kind of thing. You probably knew this, but I just posted it for non-Swedes.
Dairy is bad for cats!
Ice cream and bacon are bad for humans :p
As the old saying goes, live well, eat healthy, die anyways. This cat’s got the right idea!
(For anyone who’s curious: many cats lose the ability to digest milk as they get older, mostly due to not drinking it much anymore. The side effects are similar to human lactose intolerance. Cow’s milk also contains a lot of fat, so it’s not a good idea for them to have it too often even if they can digest it.)
Even kittens shouldn’t have cows milk but rather formula or nursed by thier mother: https://www.petmd.com/news/view/can-kittens-drink-milk-37852
He knows his limit though.
Cats can’t break down dairy, that bartender is an idiot
yep
It’s Puss… in boots.
So, I was in a bar that looked just like thin in New Orleans one night. Spoiler alert, a lot of bars look like this in New Orleans. When a cop rode his horse into the bar right next to me. The bartender then took a handful of maraschino cherries and fed them to the horse. Aside from my very rational distaste for cops the horse eating cherries part was cute.
Focus that distaste on bad cops, there are good ones and having a police presence in a bar hopping area is never a bad thing imo.
There is no such thing as a “good cop.”
While I agree at least from a philosophical standpoint. I am related to too many cops. My uncle was the captain of the Birmingham police Dept. He was the last person to arrest MLK jr. before MLK assassinated. I have worked with cops. I was the bouncer at a bar and we hired cops on the weekend. Those cops were notorious for letting underage chicks in if they were hot. Also, one of the main groups that hung out at that bar were 1% motorcycle club, most of which were local cops. One time a friend flipped off a driver that almost ran us over. The driver came back and told us he was the mayor of the town and his son was chief of the police. He left and the cops showed up. They threatened us with batons and tasers. They arrested my friend for disturbing the peace. I once had a cop choke me while I was handcuffed because he couldn’t find “the dope”. Yet I can say that out of all the interactions I’ve had with cops only one was beneficial. I had a cop drive me home one night when I was walking home drunk.
So, no one should be presumed guilty until proven innocent. My experience tells me that cops are all pieces of shit and are not here for my or anyone else’s benefit, unless you have money.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot. I have a cousin that was a retired deputy. He shot and killed his drug addicted son in cold blood because he was tired of him begging. The county he was a deputy with investigated it and deemed it self defense.
Something right out of a movie
I am a case study in what happens when you just go with it to an extreme. I’ve been thinking about starting a community where I share stories about things I’ve done, things that happened to me, and more importantly the people I’ve met. I’ve been to Nepal and Tibet with a new age cult. I was a homeless heroin addict for over a decade. I was a racist piece of shit until I met an hiv infected gay man that took the time to teach me about empathy, and I am eternally grateful for the lessons he taught me.
I have tons of stories like this one and more. Far far crazier ones. My mom died when I was 7 and my dad worked a whole bunch of overtime and dated a lot. I didn’t really have parents. So I collected parental figures. One was a single dad biker that looked like captain Jack sparrow, but it was the 90’s. He made dinner for me every night. That way when I left night college I had a hot meal. He passed away last week.
I had a mother figure that was like a female early cuyler from squidbillies. She was red neck as fuck and always had a .38 revolver with her. She got me my first checking account. She also sold me Xanax.
you should call the community Main Character Syndrome
I wouldn’t be against it. After all it’s the story of my experiences. From my point of view. So, I mean that would literally make me the main character. No “syndrome” necessary.
I would also like to point out that in many stories I am far from the main character. I am simply someone that was present for something unusual. For instance, One time I accidentally hung out with a murderer a few days after he killed, but a few days before he turned himself in. He only told me this once we were alone, and he went into great detail. I’m not the main character in that one. It’s just told from my perspective.
I think that’s Molly’s on Decatur and am pretty sure I have seen that cat!
Aside from this adorable picture, New Orleans was a major disappointment. Bourbon street smelled like puke. Signs everywhere telling you to be careful or you’ll be robbed or murdered. Did not feel safe in any way.
New Orleans reminds me of cities in 3rd world countries I have visitied. It has some cool history, music, and architecture, but it feels dangerous in a lot of parts. I heard a lot of gunshots in my short stay there. Also, like you said, it stinks.
And don’t ever play Cajun bingo aka RAZZLE DAZZLE
I’ve had a great time every time I’ve gone to NO. Such a fun city.
Absolutely. It’s so lively there and with all the people around at all times of the night, I never felt unsafe. Just people out having a good time
Molly’s in the Market! Great place for a drink anytime of day!
Hello from Lafayette, LA
Give me a drink bartender.
All the time?
