• barneypiccolo@lemm.ee
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    20 hours ago

    For my little Chloe, it’s deli meat. I don’t know how she does it, but she always knows. I could go to the kitchen 10 times, and she wouldn’t react, but if I quietly make a sandwich and bring it to the living room to eat while watching TV, she’s right there, purring for her share. You can’t sneak it past her, she always knows.

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      8 hours ago

      You think that’s crazy, try being in the same house as a cat when you’re tripping on psychedelics. They know when you’ve entered their realm, and the cheeky little bastards like to take advantage of that fact.

      I had this one cat that was a normal cat when I was sober, but liked to pop in and out of existence whenever I was on 25i/2c-e/LSD/etc. This one time I hear him meowing from across the house; I turn towards the sound, and suddenly he’s rubbing against my legs and purring. Reach down to pet him and he’s gone. It was some seriously freaky shit.