#grem cracker

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There will never be a moment where I am not grateful for every second that I got to be yours. Every animal, just like every person, is an unique experience that every now and then, we are lucky enough to know.

Your space in my heart will always be just that: yours. And I am so glad for that. Every moment since you left has been impossibly hard, but I wouldn't change a thing- to know you was worth every bit of this grief.

There is no great grief without great love, and you gave me every bit of the love I gave back, and then some. I know that, no matter what experiences I continue to have, or come to know, I cannot imagine being loved as much by another as I was by you.

You were found on a muddy, desolate job site, and right off the bat, you were strange and unusual. With your smushed up face, tiny proportions, and big, gecko-like eyes, it surprised no one that we came to joke about you being an alien piloting a cat's body.

When my brother's sought to catch your tiny, hungry little self, you peed all over one of them out of fear, and spite, and probably a few other things. They brought you home to me.

It took four months to earn your trust. I would lay beside your playpen and talk to you, offering a hand. And when you finally leaned into it, it was as if we had never been anything but absolutely smitten for each other.

You loved me simply for me. Didn't need anything else. Every night, you came to curl up with me- the ritual of hugs, and kisses, and headbutts. When I worked on art, you would climb into my lap, and lean back to get kisses every now and then.

You never really loved someone as much as you loved me. We do not know what happened to you in your first months of life, but we know that humanity was scary- it took years for you to allow anyone but myself near, and even then, you had conditions. It was only in your last couple years that you found your true comfort, that you gave anyone else a headbutt.

My best friend, Britt, nearly cried when you let them pet you for the first time. You were so, so special.

We got you a pineapple bed at one point, and you loved it! But ONLY it. So much so, that when it got ratty, I had to find another exactly like it as you rejected every other option I tried. So your pineapple would prevail, sitting under my work desk where you slept while I worked. Sometimes, I would sing to you about your silly little home.

Who lives in a pineapple under my desk? Grem Grem, Grem Grem! Tiny and bizarre, simply the best! Grem Grem, Grem Grem!

I will always think of you when I see pineapples. What a silly, silly thing that I am so glad to carry.

You let me know it was time. It was a long time coming, but you made the choice. You fought so hard, and we did everything we could to beat it- but cancer makes exceptions for no one. But you let me know it was time, and it was okay, when you climbed up on my bed to snuggle on the 14th. You leaned your little head back for kisses, and I knew.

We went in the next day. I held you. Even as you fell asleep, you purred. The weight of your loss is so heavy, it feels like the entire world has fallen to pieces around me in so many ways.. but I am so glad to know it, to have been loved so stringlessly by such a strange, darling creature.

I hope you have another life, and it's everything you could ever want. I hope that, if we do cycle this strange world, that perhaps, just perhaps, you might find your way back to me in whatever form you take. But for now, I will carry you, and everything you taught me in my heart, may it guide me well- you always did.

You taught me how to love wholly, and well, and I wouldn't be the person I am today if not for your tiny, squishy face. I am so glad you will not endure any further pain, and that I could choose to carry it with me instead. I hope there are so many feathery toys where you've gone, and that one day you get to give me butterfly kisses again.

Love you Gremlin, Grem Grem, Gremble, Gremble Gramble, Grem Cracker, my little Groom Groom, forever and always- and then some. Thank you for being mine, know that I will always be yours.

[thestupidbutterfly]

I can't decide if I want to design a new stream avatar based on my OC or just have no avatar at all. It's just very difficult to look at Grem right now.

I'm locking them in a dusty trunk and hiding them under the floorboards (they'll be fine I gave them a box of crackers)

[modernmanblues]

My nicknames for each 10cc member:

Eric

-stewieboo (this one has stood the test of time)

-melvin sinatra 🥰 (new as of late)

-mr. wonderful

-mushiemoo

-enzo ferrari

-ewic

-er

-gibson

-update: samurai, california surfer boy, grem, eric mccartney, pillsbury dough boy (new as of late!)

Graham

-gram gram

-graham cracker

-frojack

-bassnectar

-ronald mcdonald

-gwam

Lol

-lorenzo

-mario

-italiano (even tho he ain’t italian he looks and acts like one)

-lolly boy

-clown

-update: lolly polly (i’ve been calling him this quite a bit lately)

Kevin

-kev kev

-kevz

-luigi

-rabbi

-jester

-stinker

[kibblemode]

what are the cast of galaxy quest’s favourite snacks!!!!

😈 i included noodle bc even tho hes not an actual main character hes a main character to Me

lenarr- YOGOS. GQ IS SET IN 2009 SO IM PROJECTING.

tix- peoplelofthouse cookies u know them

zach- i think hed like soft pretzels. also strawberry ice cream even tho hes not supposed to eat it

hydro- blueberries hes a big fan of fruit

grem- hed just eat habanero peppers by themself. bc hes #fucked

dimentia- shed like these a lit she likes coconut flavored stuff

griff- probably those huge ass pretzel sticks. these fuckers

pixie- hed looooove konpeito...also hard candies in general and the bubblegum flavored candy canes they have at cracker barrel and shit

derric- idek....dill pickles maybe

noodle- hed eat pinwheel cookies until it makes him sick af

[pan-fried-autism]

🔺 What does Swap Merrel remembers about Grem?

2/10

“Hmm. She was really weird, and abrasive, and unintentionally aggressive, and oblivious to social norms. But she could also be really funny and kind intelligent.

“And she was my only friend.

“I feel like we were each other rocks in our lives. The people who kept us going, only so we could see each other another day. Hell, the day we met, she had offered me one of her graham crackers she had with some cheese, and I had decided to be her friend because that was one of the nicest things anyone ever did for me at that time.

“Sometimes… she’d show up to school with some bruises on her arms, and maybe even a couple on her face. But we both had a silent agreement not to say anything about it. Because sometimes I did too. And we couldn’t do anything about it. That mutual understanding of each others struggles was always one of the core values of our little friendship.

“Occasionally, when I’m having trouble sleeping at night, I sometimes think that maybe I should have ran away at a later point in life, if only so I could still be there for her.

“I wonder how she’s doing nowadays.”

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headcanons that i will write about when i have time :

sanne is writing her thesis on historical scandinavian texts, including pictorial / symbolic writing systems ; this tends to apply to a lot of mythological elements, too, which she needs help making sense of ( see : npc “ gideon drake, ” her history major friend & npc “ to be named, ” a classics & world religion student )

that being said, she studies not in the netherlands, but in the u.k. at a university i have not decided on yet ( although edinburgh has one of the world’s best linguistics programs )

she has a half-brother who is four years younger than her, but they don’t have much contact.

pet cat, begrudgingly named grem ( for gremlin ). he’s a long-haired white cat who likes to burrow in the scarves that she leaves on the floor.

she watches historical dramas religiously. seriously --- you can’t pull her away from them.

her english is very strong, as are all of her spoken languages, but she has a rather thick accent.

( i also debated whether or not to give her a slight speech impediment but for the time being i've decided against it ; she speaks very thoughtfully, as well, so not many filler words come out ).

sanne likes boring food. crackers, bread, plain rice ... save her, culinary deities.

& for reference, sanne is pronounced “ sah - nah ”

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It’s been a long time since I posted something personal, but Grem Grem is very important to me and I want to share her with the world.

Over the past year, we have been battling a cancerous tumor on her hip. I have had it removed three times. Each time, it came back. This last time, it came back in a way that would require we cut her leg, and half of her pelvis off if we hope to rid of it- and even then, it could still come back.

These surgeries are stressful on her, and the one they would want to do now is a 6000+ plus dollar one, and it might not even work. Not only that, my vet cannot find anyone willing to do it that isn’t booked six plus months out. By this time, it will likely grow so much that the surgery would not matter.

So we are opting for quality of life. She still can get around, eats, drinks, and cuddles with me every night. But I do not want her to get to a point where she cannot do these things. She started to have some discomfort this past week, and we are now giving her a topical pain killer that has made her feel like a kitten again, but it’s temporary. We are entering the countdown.

I just want those who have known her adorable, squishy faced self over the years here to know. I love her so much, she is a very special little cat and I cannot even imagine how I am going to pull through without her- but for now, i am so thankful to have her in my life for every second she can give:

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Things have been rough. This is the toughest thing that has been rough, though, and a large part of why I have been quiet alongside not having a computer for months: I found a growth on my baby Gremlin about a month ago. It was about the size of a dime when I first noticed it. After losing Mari to cancer some years back, I just don’t fool around with this stuff, so I immediately booked her a vet visit. The vet visit was a week after we noticed the lump. By then, it had grown to the size of a ping pong ball. My usual vet was not in, so a trainee of us was over the appointment. She advised we try to get a sample with a hollow needle and send it off to the lab, and gave her an antibiotic shot. That visit was 300. The following Monday, I got a call from my actual vet. The results had been inconclusive, and he was upset that it had been done at all- that small samples seldom are conclusive, so it was a waste of money. He wanted to lay hands on it himself, so another app was scheduled for a few days later. When we got to that app, it was golfball sized. He decided that removal surgery was the best option, as it was deep, and that they would send the entire thing off for biopsy. Because she is also a low immune system cat, we agreed to have her stay at the vet for two nights after the surgery. The surgery got scheduled, and she was dropped off this last Tuesday. I picked her up today. She did well, and my vet is optimistic that he was able to remove all of it- but he is concerned that it is a sarcoma. We won’t know for certain until the lab results come back, probably Monday or Tuesday, but I am hoping like hell for the best. She is stitched up, and doing well, but it’s been hell. She is my absolute baby and I am terrified, honestly. I also wasn’t financially prepared, and that was another 530 on top of the 300 from the first visit, so it’s been. Really hard. I have been surviving on the dew if the damned universe. But this is my child, so I am going to do whatever it takes. Just hoping for the best, I am so anxious and have been pulling extra hours to survive and it’s just been. Rough. I worked a 24 hour shift essentially on Tuesday, but I felt like I didn't even remotely make a dent in anything when I got paid today. I am just perpetually behind, and working constantly, and sometimes it's hard to see the reasoning behind it. But please keep Grem Grem in your thoughts, I am hoping like hell for good news when those results come back.

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My crochet buddy.

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Grem Grem, spoiled? Never!

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Some exceptional Grem Grem photography.

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No one loves quite like Grem Grem does.

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She just climbed into my shawl just do do this. 😭💗

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A gift