Meri Perra blogs about the challenges she and her partner face in trying to raise their girls with feminist values
Years ago, I returned home after a brief holiday to an unmistakable odour.
What’s the polite way to say it? One of my cats had had “grooming issues” while I was away. And “somehow” this had missed the attention of his caregiver. Or perhaps said caregiver chose active denial rather than deal with the grossness of what was happening. You can’t really blame her.
I remember taking the cat and a pair of scissors to the washroom and spending an hour removing a hard ball of several days worth of poo from between his legs. To add to the story, this was a cat whose stench-ridden poos made your eyes water on a good day. Read more...
2. “I went clubbing with my son.” Pretty sure we’ve seen this already on Keeping Up With the Kardashians when Rob takes Bruce out somewhere young and hip.