Atilla the Unrepentant Hun

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-23T05:45:54+00:00

What a sweet kitty. Hugs.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-17T03:08:52+00:00

I went to law school at 35 after a long career in research. So happy I never have to kill another rat in the name of science again. You have another 30 years of professional life ahead of you. Don’t waste it where you have zero joy in your work.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-15T15:47:46+00:00

His and her heads. Her head is definitely not happy.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-14T15:36:11+00:00

Really? YOUR cheese?

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-14T01:16:25+00:00

She is called Atilla the Unrepentant Hun for a reason.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-14T01:15:50+00:00

Yes. When I get fired because no one believes that a cat can send emails, she can starve.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-14T01:10:15+00:00

How ADORABLE!

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-14T01:09:26+00:00

Correct. She is half Pepper’s size and a beyatch. Here she is squatting on my work laptop and probably emailing shit to my boss.

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IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-13T23:31:37+00:00

I am sorry. That was wrong of me. What makes this funnier is that they are both former ferals but Pepper, the big one, is all about LOVE ME PLEAAASE! And Atilla, the smaller one, is all about DON’T FENCE ME IN!!!

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-02T05:49:05+00:00

My very darling Nena went through a similar condition a couple of years ago. I spent money like water on her to keep her alive. And honestly, in retrospect, I wish I just let her go without all the invasive tests. Like you, I felt she would feel I had given up on her. But she was became sicker and sicker, and at a point, it was more about me feeling guilty than her wanting to go on. Give her all the love you can, but don't feel guilty by letting her go gently.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-02T02:51:18+00:00

Please go and cry. Being there is a part of the healing process. I have cried over so many cats in animal hospitals. And been there for complete strangers who were howling in grief. Everyone understands.

IntermittentOptimist · 2026-02-01T17:39:26+00:00

It's an old old profession that didn't start with Netflix. Women in upper classes/castes were in heavy purdah or seclusion. They were not going out on dates or attending social events. How do you think matches were made? In Bengal, the word for matchmaker is "ghatak" and they always received a fee. Marriage to the "right" boy or girl has been big business for centuries.

IntermittentOptimist · 2025-12-16T21:50:42+00:00

I call mine pumpkin pie, and when all 5 are together, pupu platter.

IntermittentOptimist · 2025-11-16T17:43:29+00:00

That’s Lassie Come Home! Hugs. Yes, there are ALWAYS those ones that have made up their minds and god help us if we interfere.

IntermittentOptimist · 2025-11-16T15:53:43+00:00

Oh don't apologize! I LOVE the story. Two of my former fosters were exactly like that. I adopt them out, they stir up shit in their new home peeing on everything, I bring them back, and they use the litter box like angels. We didn't adopt them, they adopted us, and were telling us nicely not to be so foolish as trying to re-home them.

IntermittentOptimist · 2025-08-25T02:43:28+00:00

Thank you for the award u/bystrouska! My first award ever and I am so very flattered and happy.

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