Creature Posting

My 11-month male cat lets my foster kittens nurse on him.

Stop backing up my fucking files.

Stop asking me to back up my fucking files.

Stop taking my fucking files off my fucking computer.

I don't want a fucking reminder in three fucking days. Let me fucking say no.

Here's a text tutorial to get rid of that shit on Windows 11.

Here's a video tutorial to get rid of that shit on Windows 10.

Here's a video tutorial to get rid of that shit on Windows 11.

“Terry?” she gasped, unable to help herself from running over. It wasn't easy to leap up and throw her arms around his shoulders without dropping Wabbajack or hitting him with it, but Mírmir was an accomplished hugger who’d had multiple friends who were almost two feet taller than her.  Terry’s shock was nearly tangible as he was, but he caught her with one arm nonetheless, keeping his sword ready in the other. “We meet again, mortal,” he said. His voice was so much less echo-y like this, a pleasant rumble as she pressed her face into the crook of his shoulder.  “How did you get here?” she asked after a moment, leaning back far enough to look at him.  Raising his eyebrows, Terry gave her a look that might have been scolding. “None can hide from the dead.”