Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

They at least weren't an asshole about it. So I am working SO FUCKING HARD to play at being the Good Cop here.

special thanks to Bast for services rendered

Meanwhile, there's just something irreplaceably exhilarating about watching the karma total of someone else's well-rated Reddit comment start dropping like a stone after *I* pounce in and debate them.

Praise Bast.

Artie confirmed alive. Peebles 80% likely. Ceejay 70% likely. Others unknown but Ceejay is our "special cat" who can barely even jump-- Sugarfoot and Shadow are very skilled climbers and Shemp is not but he's a great hunter, so I am somewhat hopeful.

But I gotta be honest, if I had been forced to make Sophie's Choice... I would have chosen Artie and Peebles. And I got 'em. I think we still got 'em. We might have all of 'em. Just hang in there, guys, Food Dude and Food Lady are comin' for ya. ;___;

Yes, folks, I GET that the spread among the MAGAoids is still a threat. I should have specified ASIDE from that. There's still a pretty meaningful distinction, I think, between "I still care for you and want to save you" and "I want you to be well so your filthy diseased deluded ass doesn't get us all killed."

OK, seriously, is anybody still actively concerned about right-wingers dying from COVID denialism? Is anybody still not actively cheering for it?

I am at the point where I can literally no longer mentally model how I could care about these people nor how anyone else could. I can't even model whether that's right or wrong anymore.

And now, here it is.

Your moment of Zen.

I've become such a petty fuck when debating with Trumpies that I will even deliberately mix factual arguments in with personal insults PURELY in the hopes someone will accuse me of an ad hominem argument.

That was I can point out that it's only an ad hominem if you actually base your argument on it and they're using the term wrong.

And then I insult them again. :D

Wouldn't it be hilarious if we Vile Antifa actually DID dress up like MAGAs (and Vikings), stock up on tasers, zip ties & other Mall Ninja gear, show up at the lawn on 1/6/22, make like we were gonna raid... and then break into a mass choreography of Never Gonna Give You Up?

https://twitter.com/ddale8/status/1432448825868918785

(I feel kind of terrible for that, I looked at her website and she at least seems like a kind and sincere woman, but... yikes.)

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waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuugh

thank you i needed that

(i'm fine. i'll be fine. no new news either way, i'm just so wrung out and shellshocked and exhausted from the emotional roller coaster-- which has had its good points i guess.)

Yup. She's OK.

We got a panicky text saying she was without water, power, or lights and was nearly out of phone battery. Poor thing has a rudimentary grasp of modern phones at best and might be a tad senile so I suspect she just panicked and reached out to the last contact on her text messages. She told us to contact her friends, the ones who checked on our place this morning and spotted one of the tabbies, and then she went totally incommunicado.

I used my (godlike, frankly =^_^=) research skills to dig up a phone database <s>that i totally do not use to stalk minor GOP officials</s> and found her full name and address. We tried multiple emergency numbers to no avail, and then Peg had the genius idea that she recalled the name of her apartment building and should check for an emergency number.

Someone has since looked in on her and she is OK. They are presumably getting her assistance and some phone charge.

And shit do I REALLY need a nap and some shitty food now. I might eat the entire rest of my mom's gnocchi and bracciole. I might just go the fuck to Taco Bell and eat shitty nachos until I pass out.

I have absolutely no idea why she didn't contact her senior home's front desk, but... on the other hand, I can't IMAGINE this woman being able to do an Internet search on her phone competently, let alone while in a panic.

Fuuuuuuucck that was a weird experience.

Instead of actually getting to take a break and decompress I think Peg and I might have just saved Crazy Cat Lady's life, or at least made it a lot less uncomfortable and scary.

Long story. No brain left. Bed soon. I fucking hope.

pls send all yr best rubber/hypno/drone/robotization smut care of this thread

beepboop <3

i think tonight i am having a grand ritual magickal wank of gratitude and continued hope towards cyberbast and her human minions, all bless and praise the cat network

fuck i mean if anybody wants to draw horny latex cyberbast for me as an act of disaster relief i sure wouldn't say no ^_________^;;;;

There is about a 90% chance that either Artie or Shemp has been spotted alive and mobile.

No word on the others. The feeders had a lot on their plates and I doubt they stayed long. They said nothing about the house being collapsed or anything, also good. And it's still rainy in NOLA so I suspect any other survivors are hiding out.

I pray to Bast whoever they found is just the advance scout and in a few minutes they'll be mewing "HEY! FOOD!" at the others.

Shutting down for a while. Much of the recent news is *potentially* good but tenuous enough that it's just making the suspense far worse. I just need to get my mouth off of the information firehose after four days of frantic Ida-related research and networking.

It's looking like at least several of our worst-case scenarios are unlikely, in that there is some kind of city to return to and low odds of a follow-up storm this week. We'll see re: house/cats.

Thank you all so much for everything.

This is a full day earlier than we were expecting anyone to be able to check on them even best-case scenario. Still scared shitless, still dare not cultivate hope. But this is better than expected.

YES. We just heard from the people who were feeding the "crazy cat lady's" buddies down the street before us, and they said they're in town and will try to go to our place later today to look for survivor cats and leave some food and water.

I dare not even hope. I dare not even hope.