Couldn’t be me, I would never eat turkey willingly.
The food is at least better in the bottom pic that’s for sure.
The cat doesn’t look happy with the arrangement.
The cat is upset about the different food.
The cat doesn’t support colonialism or its holidays, unless it’s cat colonialism.
Aw shit you just cracked the ice on Mariah’s prison
FUCK I DIDN’T MEAN IT. I’M SORRY
More affordable, less yelling 😄
Take the next step and remove yourself from holiday traditions. I only observe the solstice/equinox dates.
Why? It’s fun to celebrate stuff.
Oh yes, I love to celebrate manufactured stress, commercial pressure, and exhausting social obligations. /s
You don’t have to make holidays into whatever that is. My holidays are relaxing opportunity to meet friends who aren’t busy with work, that’s basically it. I discovered you don’t actually need to Buy Product ™ to have a holiday.
I love to celebrate good food with the friends and family I care deeply about, and I love seeing them happy. There’s people who arent worth it, like the OP no-contact can be the best choice and there’s swaths of my family I don’t talk to, but throwing the baby out with the bathwater here just makes life less full.
It’s easier that way. Much, much easier.
Spend the holidays with family: valid
Spend the holidays
alonewith your cats: ALSO valid!Or spend it with friends if you have some
I just realized I don’t give my cats turkey cat food on Thanksgiving OR Christmas.
I’m a monster!
I feed my dog better than I eat half the time.
Thanksgiving is generally me, husband, twin. Twin works on Thanksgiving (hopefully, cause it’s extra pay) so I’ll make a turkey, mashed taters, rolls. It’s much calmer than the holidays we spend with mother and her new family.
Column B for me. Yeah, when I think about it too much it stings but so much better than anxiously hoping things go well and consistently blowing up in my face.
Choose peace on the holidays. Set boundaries and walk away if boundaries are ignored.
I feel like the cat his name should either be mister meowsers or mister mousers.
But not mowsers. This angered me more than it should. Like people deliberately spelling names in a special way just to be unique >.>
Hell yee, get it! (And by “it” I mean mean self-reliance and mental health!)
I do miss my mom, but then I remember her doubling down on being a conservative despite her gay son having nearly been killed in 1999 for coming out in HS. You can’t argue with stupid, and you can’t indulge it either.
Both my wife’s and my fathers died within a year of each other. Christmas is just us and moms now and it’s… a lot better. Good food and no drama.
