I just got a bill for a Wayfair credit card that was issued by Citi bank that I did not apply for. I never even shopped on that website.

I tried contacting both Citi bank and Wayfair, but since I don't have the full account number, I couldn't get past Citi's automated phone menu.

Wayfair's phone system was a fucking nightmare getting transferred to various departments, but eventually transferred me to a foreign call center where they insisted that they needed my social security number and birth date to file a report, but I'm not giving them that.

The best thing is that the scammer managed to get a higher credit limit than I was able to get on my own card.

For example, I saved a bunch of these small cardboard sheets that were separating the rows of cans in a box of cat food.

Add some glue and you have a little tent for your cat.

I only ask because the bulging seems slight enough that I'm not 100% certain that's not just how the battery is supposed to look.

This is inside a Lenovo ideapad flex 4. I only opened it to replace the hard drive.

After I showed her one of the bird videos, she now eagerly waits while I turn on the tablet in the morning and she watches me open Youtube and pick a video.

Sometimes she accidentally closes the video, or opens the comments and then I need to step in to make sure she doesn't post any offensive comments.

This isn't really meant to save anyone's life. But it would let someone know to come pick up your corpse before it melts into the carpet and your cat starves.

I don't remember why I originally bothered to read this manual 25 years ago, but I ended up reading it to enjoy the jokes and humorous writing it contained.

She's clearly having fun, running around in circles, chewing sticks, and finding and eating cat poop. And I don't want to discourage her from having fun when I take her outside (except for the cat poop thing -- that needs to stop).

But she seems to have the idea that jumping up and biting my wrists or my ankles is a fun game that we both enjoy, and she seems to be getting more agressive about it.

Hoping for a few more years.