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Originally Posted by dreadnaught
I like kids, but at the moment I don't want any of my own.
Most of the small children I've encountered are ****ing hilarious. Just recently I opened my living room window to enjoy the nice weather and my cat jumped up to chill on the ledge. My upstairs neighbor has foster kids and the younger one was outside playing. All of a sudden I hear "KIIITTTEES! Kitty, do you want a stick?" And then he proceeded to throw sticks at my window. I resisted the urge to scold at him like an old man, and just enjoyed the hilarity.
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I've seen a ton of little s
hits but I've also seen a bunch of kids that are just too much, too damn funny.
There was a little girl (couldn't have been older than 4 or 5) that was so astounded upon meeting me (I've got hair that's nearly touching my knees and people go mad over it) that she had to tell her mother: "Mommy, this lady is a mermaid!"
I died all over the place, it was so precious.
Not precious enough for me to ever need something so messy and prone to violent outbursts in my life, but precious.
My cat is my baby, and that will always be.