Mine yells from the doorway and if that fails, begins to claw the back of the couch. She’s former feral and is afraid of all rooms but the living room, so she can’t come in and physically demand tribute the way I’m sure she would like to. She did scratch the crap out of me for giving her a flavor of wet food she had already told me she didn’t prefer though- we were out of all other flavors and it was 3am when I realized and I wasn’t going to the store in that moment. I should have gone to the store.
It’s a sh.itjust.works link to lemmy.world on lemmy.world because the Fediverse isn’t viable but I tried which is more than you can say for most humans.
I’m in a severely pissy mood because of European cup hinges and the ocean of incompetence surrounding them I’m supposed to just be okay with. It’s pissed me off enough that I might just get promoted to Major Aggravated.
You’ll see them called Euro hinges, concealed hinges or cup hinges. They come in a myriad of variations and several syncopations depending on the characteristics of the cabinet and how the door relates to it, but they all work in such a way that the mechanism has to fold partially into the volume of the door itself. The part that attaches to the door is a metal cup-like structure that requires drilling a 1 3/8" by 1/2" hole in the door (if the industrial revolution took place outside your nation’s borders, you’ll probably understand that as 35mm by 13mm).
A major manufacturer of these infernal misunderstanding of what mechanical engineering is for publishes a catalog thicker than the engineer’s head and when you order something they send you the wrong part anyway because the vendor doesn’t understand this convoluted shit either.
My dog used to stand over me making vomit noises until I woke up and fed her.
At first it was because she had an upset stomach when it had been too long since she’d eaten (like first thing in the morning). Then we swapped her to a better dog food, but by then she’d learned we’d feed her if she made those noises. We never tried to train get out of it because we appreciated that she was communicating her needs.
Izzy doesn’t bite me. she’ll stick her little nose in my ear to wake me up though.
Lucky. My Chloe stomps back and forth on me,digging in each little paw.
Izzy does like to walk on me. She doesn’t care what she steps on either.
Mine yells from the doorway and if that fails, begins to claw the back of the couch. She’s former feral and is afraid of all rooms but the living room, so she can’t come in and physically demand tribute the way I’m sure she would like to. She did scratch the crap out of me for giving her a flavor of wet food she had already told me she didn’t prefer though- we were out of all other flavors and it was 3am when I realized and I wasn’t going to the store in that moment. I should have gone to the store.
Could I… See a picture of Izzy? For science of course.
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It’s a sh.itjust.works link to lemmy.world on lemmy.world because the Fediverse isn’t viable but I tried which is more than you can say for most humans.
I’m in a severely pissy mood because of European cup hinges and the ocean of incompetence surrounding them I’m supposed to just be okay with. It’s pissed me off enough that I might just get promoted to Major Aggravated.
Well the link worked. Your cat is adorable haha.
Fun fact: Her toes are purple.
Very cool. What do you mean the cup hinges?
These sister fisting things.
You’ll see them called Euro hinges, concealed hinges or cup hinges. They come in a myriad of variations and several syncopations depending on the characteristics of the cabinet and how the door relates to it, but they all work in such a way that the mechanism has to fold partially into the volume of the door itself. The part that attaches to the door is a metal cup-like structure that requires drilling a 1 3/8" by 1/2" hole in the door (if the industrial revolution took place outside your nation’s borders, you’ll probably understand that as 35mm by 13mm).
A major manufacturer of these infernal misunderstanding of what mechanical engineering is for publishes a catalog thicker than the engineer’s head and when you order something they send you the wrong part anyway because the vendor doesn’t understand this convoluted shit either.
My cat used to wake me up by dropping half-eaten mice on my chest.
My dog used to stand over me making vomit noises until I woke up and fed her.
At first it was because she had an upset stomach when it had been too long since she’d eaten (like first thing in the morning). Then we swapped her to a better dog food, but by then she’d learned we’d feed her if she made those noises. We never tried to train get out of it because we appreciated that she was communicating her needs.