little annoyed by the gf's telling of it, first words weren't calling her out "babe call some one calll some one" she was in bed sleeping as far as i knew until she finally came to the scene after i turtled out the b-room to peak out what all that irregular sounding of clawing at the floor was all about. not just cat on dog playing it was excessive clawing at the floors, i say clawing but like running sideways cause his nails are long and he doesn't allow us to cut his nail. so i peak out and see legs flailing in the kitchen. i pull my pants up my un-wiped ass and run to him. did he eat something he wasn't supposed to, is he choking, idk, i take his head in my arms, kinda pump on his chest a little to dislodge anything he might be choking on, idk, im just as terrified as the eyes he's giving me, he's just as scared and i think i'm gonna lose him. and the only thing i can give him in this frightening situation is that i'm here, i love you, and i'm here, and you're not going alone, and please don't please don't please don't please don't please don't please don't please don't
Good news for our brothers and sisters in the UK, a win for free speech!
Still though police are still recording "non-crime hate incidents".
Someone tell these little Einsteins 1984 was not meant to be something you aspire to achieve.