Cathy Davis. Blue tick. 🙋💙🌼🌺🌷🌸🌻💐

Happily retired and enjoying life. 😊😊😊

[Calvin and Hobbes Daily @CalvinB0t]

1/4/1989

[karen thompson @karenfthompson]

Hungry husband is still in London with his mummy
He has a wonderful bedside manner and he’s been looking after her diligently for the past few days..

Rose is coming on a treat ,
She walked outside today from the front door to the back door and sat outside with a blanket over her knees and had a cup of tea..

All hail hungry husband…

After my rubbish week and seeing as I’m on my own with just the dog

This is my dinner, my darling Twits …
I think it’s a complete All round diet and it’s got to be at least five of my five day..😊

Anybody wants to pull up a chair and share with me?

[Indieretailgirl @indieretailgirl]

Today the care home called me to ask if Dad was with me. Turns out he absconded. He went to the pub I took him to on Friday. It was a great pub. He caught the little train with the money I gave him for an emergency. He's plotting it in this photo in hindsight. We found him.

[Gordon @gorcampbell]

I set up a sting operation to find out who is nicking my milk as it's been stolen for 3 weeks in a row. Milkgate mystery solved. I got them on camera.

If you see them around, let them know they've been rumbled.

[FeelGoodTales @feelgoodtale]

I went to the shelter to drop old towels. Just a quick 15-minute lunch break.
Then I heard them. Two pitbull puppies crying in a kennel. Not barking—crying. Small, sad sounds like humans.
“What's their story?” I asked.
Volunteer said: “Owner gave them up today. Didn’t know dog was pregnant. Kept mom, dumped puppies. Said nobody wants pit puppies now.”
I saw them: caramel boy with pink nose, white girl with one brown ear. Stuck together like they couldn’t separate.
“They never left mom… or each other,” she said.
I called my husband.
“Don’t freak out.”
“How many?”
“Two.”
“Pitbull puppies? Okay.”
Eight months later: Biscuit 55 pounds, pure chaos. Gravy 48 pounds, full attitude. Still sleep together. Still cry if apart. Still have towels in trunk. Never dropped them.
Best things in life are not planned. They just happen. 🐾💛

[S writes 📝 @WrittenBy_SS]

I almost called the police on my new neighbor.

Every night at around 9:00p.m., an elderly man walked out of his apartment carrying an empty picnic basket.

He’d disappear for about an hour and come back with the basket still empty.

No groceries.

No food.

Nothing.

At first, I ignored it.

But after seeing the same routine for nearly two months, curiosity got the better of me.

One Tuesday, I decided to follow him.

He didn’t go to a store.

He didn’t meet anyone.

Instead, he walked to the oldest cemetery in town.

He stopped in front of a single grave, took a folded tablecloth out of the basket, spread it carefully over the grass, and sat down as if someone were sitting across from him.

Then he started talking.

He laughed.

He apologized.

He even paused, as though he was listening to replies.

I watched from a distance, convinced I was witnessing a man losing his mind.

When he finally stood up to leave, I stepped out and introduced myself.

He smiled before I could say a word.

“I know,” he said. “You’ve been following me for three weeks.”

I was too embarrassed to deny it.

Instead, I asked the question that had been bothering me for days.

“Who are you talking to?”

He looked at the headstone.

“My wife.”

I didn’t know what to say.

He noticed.

“Everyone thinks I’m pretending she’s still here,” he said. “That’s not it.”

“Then why come every night?”

He looked down at the empty basket.

“Because forty-two years ago, we promised each other that no matter how busy life became, we’d have dinner together every evening.”

He smiled.

“We kept that promise for thirty-eight years.”

Then his smile faded.

“The night she died…”

“…I chose one last business meeting instead.”

[𝕮 @XCzsnx]

I was at the park. My daughter was on the monkey bars. A mom named Clarissa walked over and started taping "Warning" signs to the equipment. She said, "The metal is too hot. And the height creates a 'fear-response' that stunts emotional growth. I’m creating a 'Safe-Zone' on the grass."

Clarissa’s son, Jasper, was wearing a helmet, knee pads, and a life vest (at the park). She said, "We only do 'grounded' activities."

My daughter finished the monkey bars and yelled, "Look, I’m a monkey!"

Jasper saw her, ripped off his helmet, and made a break for the slide. Clarissa shrieked, "Jasper! The fear-response! Think of your amygdala!"

Jasper shouted, "I LOVE MY AMYGDALA!" and slid down the slide face-first. He landed in the mulch, laughing his head off.

Clarissa ran over, checking for "micro-traumas." "He’s going to need a 'healing circle' tonight!"

I said, "He looks like he just needs a second turn."

Jasper nodded. "Again! Again!"

Clarissa dragged him away, claiming the playground was "psychologically unregulated."

Let the kids have the fear-response, Clarissa. It’s called fun.

[𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊✨ @Bennieeexyz]

Standing in line at the post office when the guy in front of me turned around and whispered "I'm mailing divorce papers, what's your story?"

Me: What?

Him: Everyone here is either mailing something important or avoiding going home. Which one are you?

Me: (pause)

Me: Avoiding home.

Him: Thought so. What's there?

Me: Empty rooms. Boxes I haven't unpacked. It's been eight months.

Him: Since?

Me: Since my son moved out for college. The quiet's too loud.

Him: (nodding)

Him: I get that.

We moved up in line.

Him: You gonna unpack those boxes?

Me: Eventually.

Him: No you won't. You'll move again before you do.

Me: How do you know?

Him: Because I have seventeen boxes from my last three moves. Never unpacked any of them.

Me: What's in them?

Him: No idea. That's the point.

His turn came. He mailed the papers. Looked relieved and terrified.

He turned back to me before leaving.

Him: Unpack one box tonight. Just one.

Me: Why?

Him: Because staying stuck is easier than moving forward, but it's not better.

I unpacked a box that night.

Old photo albums. My son's baby pictures.

Cried for an hour.

But it felt right.

Unpacked another box last week.

Kitchen stuff.

Started cooking again.

For one.

That's okay though.

Better than eating over the sink.

That guy was right.

Staying stuck is easier.

But not better.

[ℋ𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎 @Am_hailey]

I popped into the local pizzeria for a quick bite.
Me: “Hey! I’d love a medium pepperoni pizza.”

Server: Didn’t look up from his phone at all

Me: “Excuse me? Just ordering a pizza please.”

Server: “Thin crust or deep dish? Hand‑tossed or pan? Extra cheese or light? Any veggies on top? Spicy or mild? Cut in squares or slices? Ready in 15 or wait longer? Any allergies? Name for the order? Pay now or later?”

Me: “Um… is it too much to ask you to greet me first? This feels like a police interrogation!”

Server: “I just need the details right. What’s your problem?”

Me: “My problem is you didn’t even say hello!”

Server: Rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

Me: “Forget it, I’ll grab food down the road.”

Server: “Suit yourself, don’t let the door hit you.”

He went right back to scrolling his phone.
No pizza, no apology, no nothing.
Done and dusted in less than 2 minutes.
Not coming back to this spot any time soon

[Esperanza @Jaachi_light]

I didn’t invite my brother to my wedding.

Half my family boycotted it because of me.

They called me bitter.

Petty.

Heartless.

Unforgiving.

I let them.

What they didn’t know was that my brother had just gotten out of rehab.

He’d been sober for only three weeks.

He looked me in the eyes and begged me:

“Please don’t invite me.

I don’t trust myself around an open bar yet.

[Esperanza @Jaachi_light]

”So I took all the hate.

I let them believe I was a terrible sister.

I carried the blame in silence.

A year later.

On my wedding anniversary.

He handed me a card with tears in his eyes.

“You gave me the gift of another full sober year,” he wrote.

“I know everyone thinks you rejected me…

Thank you for protecting me when I needed it most.

”Sometimes the most loving thing you can do for someone looks exactly like rejection to everyone else.

Protect your people quietly.

Even when it costs you everything.

[Russell Grant @THERussellGrant]

Well the delicious irony you’ve got to hand it to @andyburnham

Rachel Reeves (born February 13th) Chancellor of the Exchequer’s decision not to raise money for defence gave John Healey (born February 13th) a reason to resign.

New PM

@JohnHealey_MP (born February 13th) gets a call from the new PM to become the new Chancellor of the Exchequer: Rachel Reeves (born February 13th) resigns.

Boom! 💥

[𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊✨ @Bennieeexyz]

Park bench, reading a book, when a kid sat next to me and said "are you sad or thinking?"

Me: What?

Kid: Your face. It's either sad or thinking. I can't tell.

Me: (pause)

Me: Both, I guess.

Kid: What are you thinking about?

Me: My brother. He died last year.

Kid: That's sad.

Me: Yeah.

Kid: Do you miss him?

Me: Every day.

Kid: My fish died. I miss him too.

Me: I'm sorry about your fish.

Kid: Thanks. His name was Gerald.

We sat in silence for a minute.

Kid: Do you think dead people know we miss them?

Me: (pause)

Me: I hope so.

Kid: Me too. I tell Gerald every night just in case.

His mom came over and apologized for him bothering me.

Me: He's not bothering me.

Kid: We're talking about dead people.

Mom: Oh god.

Me: It's okay. Really.

The kid waved goodbye.

I started talking to my brother out loud after that. Felt ridiculous at first.

Then it felt necessary.

I tell him things every night now.

Just in case.

Like Gerald.

Like it matters.

It does.

[Hedgehog Cabin @HedgehogCabin]

Something lovely and happy to start the week - baby Odette is now walking perfectly normally!😍
She's no longer dragging her leg and is planting that foot solidly. Her gait is now normal, not even a trace of a limp.
What a miracle!🥹
She's still too small to release and while she's here growing she'll have internal parasite treatments, so she'll return to the wild in tip top shape.
Odette's history:https://t.co/lMxdkeZLOd

[𝕮 @XCzsnx]

I went to a "Mindful Paws" yoga class. The instructor, Harmony, brought four "specially trained" French Bulldog puppies. She told us, "These puppies are trained to enhance your cortisol regulation. If a puppy sits on your mat, it means your heart-rate is optimal."

I brought my dog, Mochi. Mochi is not a French Bulldog; he is a Beagle who thinks every "Om" is a challenge to a barking contest.

The class started. A Frenchie sat on a woman’s mat. Harmony whispered, "Beautiful. Her energy is perfectly balanced."

Then Mochi got loose. He didn't sit; he started a game of "Tag" with the Frenchies. The "cortisol regulation" puppies turned into a chaotic hurricane of zoomies. They knocked over the water station, peed on Harmony’s designer mat, and one Frenchie managed to steal a lady's headband.

Harmony was screaming, "RE-CENTER! PUPPIES, FIND THE ZEN!"

The puppies didn't want zen; they wanted Mochi. The class turned into a mosh pit of yoga leggings and barking.

Harmony cornered me. "Your dog’s frequency is incredibly disruptive!"

I said, "Actually, he’s hitting his 10,000 steps. Look at his heart-rate!"

Harmony asked us to leave.

On the way out, the "balanced" woman whispered, "That was the most fun I've had in years."

Zen is quiet, but zoomies are better.

[The English Oak Project @TheKentAcorn]

You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes

[Hedgehog Cabin @HedgehogCabin]

Please stop giving deviants the oxygen of attention.
When perverts are cruel to animals; paint them, injure them, etc, it's often for attention.
It's bad enough their evil acts get the desired response and make the news, but if you retweet that, quote it, etc, you make their day.
They love it.
They love the attention, and are often encouraged to commit even more deviant atrocities.
And they attract copycats.
Some people would literally do anything for likes.
Plus there are monsters who deliberately harm animals, or put them in danger so they can 'rescue them' as a living - an engagement farm. The more views and retweets/quotes they get, the more money they make.
So please don't share stories of animal cruelties.
It does the victim no good at all, and can cause an awful lot of harm.
And please never spread this 'news' to rescues.
We see enough cruelty and heartbreak close up and personal. It's exhausting, soul-destroying, and it's hard enough to stay strong for our patients - those we can help.
We don't want to see those we can't.

[Paul Rees. ex Rucksack. @HannahIamthest1]

When Ada, the Staffie who adopted me, 5 years ago we heard that she'd had a rough time previously. So my son and I decided that the rest of her life, she'd be spoiled. Once a week she gets rump or sirloin steak cooked to her taste. I never tell her which day, but she guesses! Here she has no idea what's coming. 🤣🤣🤣
Or maybe she's thinking,
'Dad, where's my ******steak?'
🤣🤣🤣🤣

Update.
She smelled it. 😇😇🤣🤣

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We are out and about exploring Torremolinos, time for a drink and a Donut 🍩