Tag: Enfoiré

Feline philanthropy.

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First things first: Enfoiré had an emergency endoscopy this morning and is on his way to recovery. The picture below was taken shortly after he returned home. He is high as fuck.

Yann still needs financial rehabilitation, so the GoFundMe remains active. The $3000 goal is based on the loan Yann took out. Ideally, he’ll be able to pay off his loan as soon as possible before the interests start eating into his repayments.

The good news is that 43% of the goal was reached within 24 hours. The great news is that it shows Yann how many people care: not just close friends but also people who understand that such a pet emergency is a significant life event. I was more optimistic than Yann when I set up that fundraiser: I’d witnessed a flurry of kindness, many of which came from unexpected sources, after my accident last year.

Before I expound on my sentimentality, because I know everyone wants to know the answer to the question, “What was it that the little shit ate, anyway?”

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Go Fund Meow.

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A grey cat with large pupils stares at the person standing behind the camera from inside a bath tub.

I’ve created a GoFundMe to help Yann with Enfoiré’s emergency surgery. The cat formerly known as “My Round Son” swallowed something he shouldn’t have swallowed. He’ll be getting surgery tomorrow morning. Yann has already paid a lot of money out of pocket. He didn’t want to ask others for money, but I reminded him that it’s okay to ask for help. Think about how you’d feel if your friend asked for help for the same reason.

I have a personal relationship with Enforié, so of course I want to help as much as I can! Small donations add up, so don’t sweat it if $2 is the best you can do. Thank you! ❤️

Reborn on the internet as a cat.

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My top three skills are:

1. I’m exceptionally fast at throwing words up on the screen. My average is over 100 words per minute, and I can type in bursts of 130wpm, which puts me in the top 1%. This is almost meaningless, especially as I’m prone to repetitive strain injuries. At best, it allows me to make Boomers feel inadequate.

A circular digital alarm clock with camo pattern is shown with a Smartie shaped device meant to be inserted under the pillow to shake the person awake. The text reads
What a strongly worded product description.

2. I have excellent circadian rhythm. Ask me what time it is, and I’m usually able to correctly guess within a 15-minute range. I don’t need an alarm clock to wake up (many deaf people use either a flashing or a vibrating alarm clock). Jet lag doesn’t seem to affect my internal clock: I can still get up at 5am Japan Standard Time if needed, and I have!

3. I have the world’s most airtight asshole. Of course, I fart, but I do so within the confines of a washroom, or when I’m alone. I never fart in public. The ex with whom I lived for more than five years can vouch for this, as can Yann, my co-habitator of three years. This is a skill I’ve developed out of what I believe to be basic decency.

But enough about me. Please now direct your attention to…

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The 18 lives of Bubble and Enfoiré.

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Yesterday morning, I started my day with a seventeen-minute-long video of a husky named Gohan eating his fancy chow. This is what I’ve replaced social media with: YouTube videos of dogs eating. I was not going to watch the entire video, but the cats found it to be quite captivating. I don’t even feel bad: this video has 3.4 million views, and Gohan is heckin’ adorable.

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