Rakonat

The number of online dms I hear complaining about flight speed races and flight spell boggles my mind. You just got licence to make 3d puzzles and encounters. And also show those players why spiders in magic the gathering had the ability to defend against flying creatures through out the 90s

Last campaign I ran the paladin was so proud of herself for smiting down a couple lesser demons and gushed about it for the rest of the week. So for the next 3 arcs of that campaign I snuck in a cambion who was hounding the party and got his lights clocked in multiple times just knowing the dopamine release it gave that player even when every 'challenging' encounter crafter for that group was done in about 5 terms and took me nearly and hour to craft ahead of time.

To me as the DM it's your job to learn what quirks or functionality of the players particularly enjoy about their characters and find a way to sneak in encounters, puzzles or situations that give that player time to shine and enjoy it. Even and especially if it trivializes the challenge you put into it.

I'm not allowed in the shelters because there is no way I'm walking out will less than a half of the animals there.

Before you start judging these cats were rescued and declawed years before we adopted them.

When I was younger our indoor/outdoor (declawed) cats were suddenly gaining a lot of weight starting every spring and slimming down through the winter. We put the cats on a special diet, monitored how much food they got, forbid giving scraps at dinner or while snacking. After a year of this and it finally seeming to work through the winter, regular vet check up revealed one fat gained almost 2 pounds in a month since spring.

As we were bringing the cat home we ran into our neighbor, who asked where we caught the cat. We informed him she was our cat, and had been for 6 years. He had a eureka moment "So that's where that cat comes from!" Before laughing through an explanation of how he thought his daughters brought home a cat after being told no because every afternoon the cat was on their deck waiting for the girls to come out. Turns out once weather was good enough to sunbathe outside, the girls would take some meat and cheese out to the back deck and our cats came over to investigate, leading to the tradition of the neighbor girls constantly feeding our cats through the spring and summer, the cats only losing weight in the winter cause it was too cold to be out on the deck.

It's my dungeon and I'm the master here.

For your group I would have a DM screen and a DM stick. The screen to obscure roles, notes and and have all that nifty quick reference stuff on the inside.

The stick so I can wack anyone tryin his bullshit. Week one it would started as a padded wiffle bat. And each week it would be upgraded to a more solid and rougher hitting object

Ma'am please, this is a Wendy's.

I can strongly recommend a fountain. My current cat isn't fond of drinking from a bowl, but I found a fountain that I just swap the water every morning on. Comes with different kinds of heads. Somedays he wants a steady flow, other days he wants to nip at water out of the air. Always have a second bowl on the opposite corner of the kitchen just incase he's been picky, food dish is over in the living room by my computer.

My mom was a florist with a greenhouse attached to the house. Cats loved roaming the greenhouse to find mice of course, but by far their favorite was all the glasses of water my mom used to cut flowers with, we joked that one particular tuxedo cat had a refined palette and would only sip on rose water.

When those cats were thirsty, they didn't check the water by the dog food or one in their cat tree for a sip, they'd go right to the table and counter top and sniff around at every glass they could find till something seemed just right for them.

Me and my sisters pretty much had to go around the house collecting glasses every day we got home from school cause my mother couldn't be bothered to clean up after herself.

I accidentally smacked my cat along her head on accident one day. Before i could even apologize she meowed and pushed her head right into my hand. Then tried headbutting my palm like she wanted me to do it again. She loved being manhandled, squished and lightly batted around. But god forbid you try to snuggle her.