Eatin yr face, drinkin yr tears

he was also fuzzy! here he is at 4 week old, fully furred:

then at 6 weeks, you can see his fur is thinning:

by 8 weeks, nudity had set in:

and by the time I brought him home, he was entirely a pink raw chicken:

after they lose the kitten coat, the adult coat starts growing in, but it can take up to 1.5 years! eventually, he will be as fluffy as his mom

Good news is 27% of the people of clacton voted for binface.

even in the constituency he specifically chose for the high proportion of magic bean and bridge buyers, he still only got 62.82% of the vote. count binface got 26.71% of the vote, meaning that over a quarter of people in his specifically chosen constituency looked at farage and decided to vote for the talking bin. congrats, mate, you beat a bin.

his credibility has also been damaged. he's spent his summer essentially arguing with a bin in a vanity circus that's cost the taxpayer £250,000. he can't say he beat 'the establishment' because the main parties didn't turn up. he refused to stand on the stage with everyone else and go to the declaration, and also lied about the police telling him not to go. the entire thing has exposed just how shit of a politician he really is and how shit his party is.

and at the end of all this, the investigation into him is still going to continue. there will likely be another byelection called, meaning another £250,000 is going to be wasted in the coming months.

Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.

And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.

I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.

Junji Ito: