so this is a very late post and I doubt anyone will see it but earlier I got an anon who talked about their picky eater cat and how the call it “Ana-cat,” and admittedly at the time I didn’t think about what that meant but I’ve now realized it’s possibly a joke about anorexia, and if that’s the case then I’m gonna have to retract what I said earlier in response to that and now say that that’s definitely not cool and I’m not okay with jokes about eating disorders
This means that Spain, Portugal, Germany, Netherlands, and the UK, are all back on the table, if I can connect with some really cheap hostels and airbnbs or campsites, or maybe find house-sitting gigs, or talk to friends without cats (bc I have a literally life-threatening allergy) who will let me couch surf for a week or so
(and of course, wherever I settle permanently, I’ll return the favor).
I’ll settle down permanently SOMEWHERE eventually, but who knows where? (Probably someplace I can buy into a national health care plan fairly quickly.)
“If you’re so poor, how can you afford to travel?” Like, buddy, with how small my disability pension is, as long as I plan carefully, it may be cheaper to travel around the world than it is to try to live on my own in the United States. How fucked up is that?
This is going to sound really desperate
But please read all of it.
My parents have been denying me a cat for the last eight years. I have made powerpoints and have even pulled up free kittens on the Internet in hopes of getting one. They said if I get 6,000 likes I could finally have one, but that’s absolutely impossible. But I would still really appreciate if you would like and reblog this so maybe if I get enough they can reconsider. I know there are a lot more important issues on here but please take a minute if your time and like or reblog.
If you ever feel bad about English being your second language and not knowing some words, just remember I, a person who’s first language is English, forgot the word for “foot” and said “My human paw hurts.”