Sir Pouncey Whiskers

I do also enjoy colugos, they are indeed very Shape!

they're related to YOU.

colugos are primatomorphs, a group consisting of all extant primate species and their close relatives! for this reason, they're often referred to as "flying lemurs".

they're mostly nocturnal and spend their nights gliding around from tree to tree, jamming pretty much whatever plant material they fancy into those adorable little faces before scampering off like a tiny Mothman.

also the mom colugos will glide with their babies on board and it's really cute

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THE ROYAL FAMILY AND INSTITUTION’S NEGLIGENCE WITH THE MENTAL HEALTH OF THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS

“No,” she answered after a long pause. “It’s bad for you.”

“I’m aware…” I said, but still neither of her two arms made a move for the short cylindrical jar of sodium chloride. She just sat there, licking her lips, smacking on nothing, her eyebrows occasionally scrunching up as she read something supposedly interesting in the newspaper on her lap.

I took a look around the room. The walls were bold red and the clock kept staring at me.

“Where did you go today?” I asked.

“Nowhere. The mall, the park, the other park.”

“Oh! How was the other park?” The other park was my favorite park.

“It was fine, but I lost the dog again. Picked up a new one from the kiosk on the way home.”

“I thought he looked different,” I said, looking down at the Chihuahua at my feet, who had been staring fiercely at the clock the entire meal.

“Did you get a new clock?” I inquired, trying to avoid eye contact with it.

“It came with the dog.”

“Oh,” I said as I reached across the table and poured some salt on my newspaper.

“That’s bad for you,” said the clock.

When I tried to talk about these things with other people, they always rationalized it away. (I told my dad once that my caseworker was reading my e-mails as I wrote them, demonstrating extreme disrespect for my privacy, and he said, “Well, she’s probably making sure you don’t use the internet to goof off.” I was 22 years old.)

 People tend to mock the idea that telling an adult when to go to bed, when to eat, etc., is a human rights violation, even though they would find it outrageous and absurd if anyone came into their lives to do the same thing to them.

me: I’m just gonna fix up the colors in my selfie a little

*4 hours later*

“I can’t afford rent this month, so I sold you.”