Our oldest cat died at 23, so I feel for this. She was so battered that the kids called her the zombie cat - she looked like she'd been buried and dug up several times. She spent all day on a terrarium heatpad, except when forced out for a pee by hydraulic pressure.
Occasionally she'd swap the heatpad for a lap. Shrimp couldn't get onto the settee without us leaving a cushion on the floor for her to use as steps.

What does "Lying on its back, wrapped round your foot like a slipper, chewing and gouging but not dangerously" mean?

What worked really well for me was lying on the floor letting the kids play on my tummy. Having a good rough-and-tumble with a couple of kids bouncing on your belly shoves 'em out in no time.

The other thing worth bearing in mind is that these are a very small number of incidents taken across the whole of the US. Now, there are obviously a lot that go unnoticed/unreported, but even so, it's easy these days to get a false idea of the scale of a problem because of the way we have access to so much information about it so easily.

Fascinating, but what an awful website. Can't just click and view, you have to click on a thumbnail, then on the image to see it in full res - but now you can't progress, you have to go back and do it all again for the next page.

Time and again I return to Blazing Saddles as one of the finest films I've ever seen. It's just so beautifully absurd but very much to the point. Anti-racism at its best.

I've loved Julian and Sandy since I was tiny - though I don't suppose I understood most of it at the time. Our kids are well versed in it, and have been for years - I had to explain it all to our daughter a while ago and she was dead impressed at how and why it was done.

I did this with Year 3 at the kids' school once. Raided the bin for catering size baked bean tins, raided the garden for watering cans and sticks, helped ourselves to some lumps of metal from an old fence and did the Cave Man Stomp all round the building. 25 seven year olds taking turns to start a rhythm for everyone to copy while leaping about howling like the monsters from Where The Wild Things Are was magic.
Wasn't utterly popular with the other classes - they all wanted to come and join in.

Looks reasonable to me. I mean - hey - spiders man. Narsty.

(actually I'm fine with spiders - we have several "pet" spids in the garden which the kids feed with wasps and crane-flies)

My first dashcam arrived today. I feel cheated - nothing interesting happened at all.