southsamurai

Nah, I don’t believe it, Blaze is a nice guy

It really is.

I’d legit cuddle that pig too though

I feel you :)

Oh, she’s a little cutie pie. Pad trained (mostly) and she loves cuddles when she’s sleepy.

She’ll hop up on the bed, where her pad is laid out, then preen a little. Then she comes over to me and nestles in to my side, wiggling her little butt, then she’ll take a nap. That’s if I’m already asleep. My wife has watched it happen a goodly number of times lol

Sometimes, she’ll see and hear me yawning and start trilling and do the same little routine, but she’ll also peck lightly at my arm or whatever to get me into position. When she was younger, she’d want my arm over her; not touching, but over.

When I’m not showing signs of being sleepy, she will.

She paces back and forth a little, fluffing up and trilling until I pay her attention. Then she’ll waggle her tail and bok at me until I settle into position so that she can either lay up against my side, or against my arm. Then she’ll purr a bit. If I don’t lay my head down, she’ll peck at my arm until I do. But once my head’s down, she settles in and drops off. Since my old ass can usually nap at any time, I tend to drowse a little even when I’m not tired, just because it’s easier than doing stuff that might wake her up.

This damn bird lol. Between her and the rooster, who is not allowed on the bed when he’s inside the house, there’s always something going on.

Lmao! I’m writing this, and she’s in the living room with my kid. I hear a loud pweep! that is a chicken sneeze, followed by my kid going “awwwwwuuughh! She sneezed in my mouth!” Well, if you didn’t keep trying to kiss her, your face wouldn’t get hit.

I can’t say I’d recommend chickens as pets across the board; they’re messy and more expensive than you’d think, and they take a good bit of work. But mine are worth it. If you’d told me at this time in 2023 that by this time in 2025, I’d allow a chicken in my house at all, I’d have told you you were crazy. But a few months later, the hen that was actually a rooster had come along, and then the actual hen, and here we are, creeping up on two years of chickening, and happy with it.

Be glad you can’t, and that you don’t have the super power of moving in your sleep to a large degree.

I can punch full speed in my dreams, and then hit things in the waking world. Luckily, I’ve also got some kind of “radar” that excludes people that sleep with me on a regular basis, and animals that do the same. I’ve never punched a dog or cat, nor my chicken when we fall asleep together for a nap.

Never punched a partner unless they tried to grab me when that’s going on.

It’s not a fun thing. I also don’t talk about it much outside of support groups because some ninny usually has to offer advice like I never thought to look into ways of fixing it. Don’t be that ninny, if you’re thinking of it.

I have broken some shit over the years, including wall paneling, a headboard, multiple lamps, a window, plus stuff that falls off of headboards and shelves close enough to get shaken by the impact.

Ain’t PTSD fun?

Yeah, and it’s still a duopoly between two companies that can’t be trusted

Checking people over.

Used to be a nurse’s assistant, among other jobs. So I have the unnerving habit of eyeballing everyone I know and asking them questions when they show even a hint of difficulty.

I see something on their arm, I’m likely to be reaching for them before I stop to think to ask permission. Luckily, I don’t do it with strangers because I hate touching or being touched when I don’t know the person, but it gets plenty of eye rolls from the people I do know lol.

Skin check!

Oh, I see you holding your belly, when did you last move your bowels?

Then again, some of them are fine with it.

My buddy, Spider, the last time he had a big party, he showed up the next day, said he went a little crazy, stood up and whipped out his dick. It was abraded, but otherwise intact and with no signs of infection. And yes, before I could stop myself, I was leaning forward and looking closely.

Because it was Spider, he wiggled it at me and said, in a squeaky little voice “hello Mr sasquatch, do you want a kees?”

I love that guy, but I slapped his balls for that one