What are the qrts?
I think she is referring to court and “eating her up” refers to her arm being used as evidence.
quote retweet?
Quarterlys, as for quarterly reports. She works in finance, but did a bad report and the executives are mad about it.
Quarter finals, she enters her cats into the World Cat Fighting Championship, but she’s really struggling to get to the semis
Qrts as in quarts, the commonly accepted volume measurement for a person’s rear end. Like, “add qrts with a bbl” (bbl, of course, being a Brazilian butt lift).
So, getting beat up in the qrts is equivalent to getting your ass kicked. I’ll be taking no questions, thank you.
Fuck, it was eating, not beating. Disregard.
How many cats did this lady kill?
I count 25 names on there
New Record!
What…what happened to them?
They died.
Cat meat instant noodles
I just like killin’
“Sqeezy”?
You won’t believe how she died!
Wonder if she’s the wife of this guy’s neighbor: https://files.catbox.moe/bii7n8.jpg
Cats can live like 12 to 18 years ish. You don’t look that old. Wtf you doing to them?
That’s assuming she gets them as kittens.
Old cats are often considered less desirable. Parents want to get their kid a cute little kitten, not a 13 year old cat that’s going to trigger a conversation about mortality with their 5 year old human child soon.
Kittens are also a pain in the ass. Bundles of energy with no manners.
So my first thought is that she either fosters older cats or just adopts them to give them a good golden year or two on the way out.
Or if she rescues strays there’s a greater risk of having health problems already.
Or maybe she is evil as the comments suggest. I have no clue lol.
People can have multiple cats at the same time, also can adopt senior cats
Senior cats is my bet. Used to work at an animal shelter, some people ask specifically for old as shit cats because they feel bad for them
our first cat was an older one, because we weren’t sure we really-really wanted a cat, but we definitely didn’t want to return a cat to the shelter because “we actually didn’t like it”. If you adopt a senior cat, you get a calmer one AND if it turns out you’re actually not a cat person, you’re only a cat person for 3 years instead of 15+
“Our first cat”
So you were cat people, such cat people you couldn’t stand the aching void of a catless home and brought new cats into your lives.
Oh yeah, but that was hindsight, of course.
Hola señor cat!
They’re probably not her dead cats.
You mean she’s killing other people’s cats?!
Cats can live a lot longer than that now that diets are better. I’ve owned 2. One died at 20, due to an accident, and the other is 21 and still going strong. The oldest cat on record was 38. The current oldest is 29.
I’m going to tell myself that she’s only adopting senior cats and giving them their last, true “forever home”.
Makes sense. We did that once. 12 yr old made it to 17 I think. We felt good about that.
Pretty easy for it to happen if you typically have 5+ cats at a time. Our cats Baldr and Þórr died within a month of each other, due to congestive heart failure. Two others–Grendel and Hermóðr–are in the last stages of HCM. We almost lost Bryhildr to FIP, before the treatment was approved; I think we spent about $5k on black-market GS-441254 to help her beat it. Wōtan had some kind of intestinal cancer; we don’t know exactly what, because it would have required a biopsy to be certain, and none of them are curable. Potet got out through a window that didn’t get closed and disappeared into the woods. Arthur was just old.
And all that’s in less than six years.
Together my partner and I have an entire shelf full of the cremated remains of the cats that we’ve had together and separately.
That’s not even half of the paw prints on her arm… I get what youre saying but mass die-offs are something I would expect only every 15-20 years. Unless they’re outdoor-only cats, maybe I’m just callous but I can’t imagine feeling so connected to 25+ outdoor-only cats that I commit each of them to my skin for the rest of my days.
All those names seemed thematic until Potet.
Well. He was small, round, and smelled like dirt all the time. He was an adorable little sphynx, mulishly stubborn, but so happy all the time. I’ve got a picture of him from when he was a kitten curled up in my motorcycle helmet. He’s the one that’s been the hardest, because there was never any real feeling of closure.
Is she the one who gets rescue cats to feed the coyotes?
little girl cries
Yooo! This that chick whose dad was feeding cats to coyotes!
No wonder she has so many tattoos at the rate she’s feeding those kitties to coyotes