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[thecattitudecentral]

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[ploverbear]

NOOOO my cats peed on the floor by their litterboxes and im all out of the good cleaner ... x__x

[senawashere]

Hi could I request something fluffy for Bradley? Maybe he comes home after a bit too many beers at the Hard Deck and is super needy just needs a bit of affection🤭 please take your time, and no rush! You can go wherever you want with this:)

We're on this together...(Chapter VII)

Summary: Cat is out of the bag.

A/n: It took a lot,sorry.. And thank you @promisingyounglady for thus request,i changed it a bit,hope you will like it!!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Not so angsty anymore🥹

September 11 2022

If there was one thing Bradley wanted, it was to spend the rest of his life with you.

If there was one thing Bradley definitely wanted, it was to have a family with you.

You wished he was more creative, more romantic, but when your period was late and you started feeling queasy about food, you took a pregnancy test and burst into tears when you saw the result.

You had been trying for this for years and you were exhausted.

Mental breakdowns, crying sessions, crises, fights, negative tests, negative doctor visits and more, it hurt a lot for years.

But one day everything changed.

That test that you were used to seeing as negative came back positive that day.

You were pregnant.

You wished you could create something to share the news with Bradley, but he came running to your screams, his eyebrows pinched together in distress and he ran into the bathroom with a frantic "Baby?!"

You were jumping, holding the test with tears streaming down your face, "We're going to be parents! Bradley, we're going to be parents!"

"What?!" Bradley screamed, his vision instantly blurring as he gasped for air and gasped for air, and he stood up to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions and pulled you to his chest, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

Another thing you'll remember forever.

°•°•°•

Of course you were smart enough to wait nine months, but you didn't expect Bradley to be so protective of you the moment he found out you were pregnant.

"Why are you using the kettle, baby? There's hot water in there."

"Oh no, honey, you're not taking Duke to the park by yourself."

"Don't sleep too close to the side, baby, come here, into my arms."

"What are you doing?! Hell no, you're not even going near the vacuum cleaner."

You could barely breathe as Bradley watched you, his body ready to interfere with you.

God forbid, because right now your baby is lying in your womb sipping on damn cocktails in your bladder.

“What happened? What happened?” Bradley woke up frantically, his sleepy eyes wide and his hair a mess as he leaned towards you.

“Baby, I’m just gonna pee.” you chuckled quietly.

He rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, muttering, “Okay, let’s go.”

You sat down on the bed, looking at him in shock as he yawned and waited for you.

“Bradley, I’m seriously just gonna pee,” you said, before pointing to the bathroom, “Right there.”

Your husband’s arrogance made him look at you in confusion, “Yeah, I know. Come on then, let’s go and pee.”

You stood up, “I’m not gonna pee while you’re staring at me like a hawk.”

“Okay, I won’t look then.”

“Roo!”

“Whaaaat?” He shrugged at you as he dragged you to the bathroom, looking at you, “I just want to protect you and our baby.”

“I think that’s great, but baby,” you sighed, “Go back to bed and let me pee on my own, okay?”

He wasn’t sure, his eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest in displeasure as he watched you step closer to him, wearing your fluffy slippers.

“Relax, cranky,” you teased, before pressing a kiss to his cheek and heading into the bathroom.

Brad, being Brad, sat on the bed, his eyes glued to the closed door, mentally prepared to rush you if you did so little as whimper.

But minutes later, you washed your hands, yawned, and rubbed your eyes before jumping on your waiting husband.

You shook your head and let out a laugh of disbelief, “I can’t believe you.”

Worse, Bradley wasn’t the only one constantly freaking out and protecting you from the world’s many terrible dangers, and more specifically, TV remotes, vacuum cleaners, and everything else that was going on around him.

But so was Duke.

The little—now big—pup was definitely his dad’s best friend, because Duke’s body had grown and he would be right next to you whenever a family member or friend got too close. If you were all sitting on the couch, Duke’s paw was always on your belly next to Bradley’s hand.

It was enough to make you wonder if Duke was even human.

Bradley shared the news with the squad when you were almost 3 months pregnant:

"She's over there!"

His voice was drowned out by the clinking of glasses and the heavy bass of the rock song playing through the crappy speakers in the corner of the room, but it was still unmistakable. His "greeting" was followed by shouts and howls from the rest of the group, many of whom raised their glasses in honor of your (late) arrival.

"My hot wife!"

Bradley, despite his drunkenness, smiled widely and greeted you protectively, as he had for the last few weeks – this time he removed your coat and purse, along with any bags or extra weight he had hanging on brass hooks underneath.

You scanned the bar table and his facial expression for any signs of displeasure or concern.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when he started "dad mode," his tendencies to go into overdrive, but it definitely started that rainy and cold Tuesday night in your shared bathroom as you sat leaning against the wall of the tub with three positive pregnancy tests.

“I wish you would stop calling me that, Brad,” you sneered as he helped you free your arms from your jacket. "One day you'll make a scene."

The drunk man chuckled.

"What can i say,baby?."

You nodded and rolled your eyes at his antics as you turned your attention towards to your soon to be husband and the man of the hour, intending to pull him in for quick hug and a kiss.

“Y/n!”

Despite the loud noise of the bar, you heard a familiar voice. You turned back to see Jake coming towards you both. Approaching Bradley first.

"Hello, birthday boy," Jake's voice was soft against the drunken slur that was beginning to take over Bradley.

"It's not nice of you to be late for my party,"

“Well sometimes traffic can be a pain in the ass,you know that. But here are my two favorite people standing together. Come give me a hug” he slurred, pulling both in rather roughly for a bone-crushing hug.

You managed to squeeze out a giggle between Jake's bone-crushing hug.

You saw Bradley stiffen out of the corner of his eye, as if saying, "Jeez calm down, dude. She's pregnant, for God's sake," or letting the interaction continue.

He knew he wasn't allowed to do the first one because you both agreed to wait until all your friends and family gathered at the same time to tell them the great news, so Bradley let Jake hug you. You hugged extra tight despite his unrealistic, dramatic concerns that he would crush his fragile body or somehow harm the baby. When he released you from his grasp, he made sure to send Jake a reassuring smile.

Your greeting to Penny and Natasha was short and sweet, both opting to kiss you on the cheek.

“Let me see it one more time,” Natasha’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, over the chatter of the bar.

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks as she took your hand in hers to examine the ring on your fourth finger.

The ring was thin and gold, studded with a single, elegant but large diamond in the center.

“It's beautiful,” she whispered, marveling at the way the jewel floated even in the dim, tungsten glow of the bar.

You mumbled a quiet “thank you” before leading back to the other side of the table. You turned to where Bradley was waiting for you with his arms outstretched, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You caught the wind of tequila on his breath as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You tasted it too, kissing his lips quickly and - oh my god, had he gained weight too? Or was he getting more bulkier? But he looked like a whole damn meal like this too.

"So okay?You did worry me when you said you were going to be late,are you okay now?" Bradley's question was asked in a low voice so only he could hear.

Bradley had been celebrating all day with Jake, Natasha, Javy, Mickey,Bob,Maverick and Penny so this was the first time he saw you since you kissed him and sent him off to work this morning.

You nodded and smiled, but your face made Bradley believe otherwise.

"I felt nauseous when I got home from the office. It took me a little longer to get out the door," he shrugged, implying that it wasn't a big deal but that he didn't feel 100 percent ready to party either.

“Baby,” Bradley half-scolded you, feeling a good portion of his hum leave his body when Y/N said she wasn’t feeling well. Clinging on you like a koala because of the alcohol in his veins.

"Why didn't you tell me you were not feeling good? I would come home and sit with you."

“I wasn't going to ask you to interrupt your best friend's birthday dinner just because I was vomiting for the umpteenth time this week,” you said sternly, making it clear that you were fine.

"I'm fine. I promise."

Bradley's jaw softened at your sentence, the muscles in his torso relaxing from their tense positions.

"Oh! Will you two stop whispering and get drunk with me?!" Jake shouted across the table, bursting the bubble that had temporarily surrounded the couple as both whispered about their sweet little secret they were dying to tell everyone.

“You,” Jake pointed a finger at Y/N’s head. “Don’t be shy. Now,” he pointed at the bartender who was making drinks at the opposite end of their table.

Both you and Bradley chuckled nervously, not sure how to handle the fact that you couldn’t drink without airing dirty laundry.

“I think I need to eat some food before I do that. Why don’t you get some for Bradley,” You grabbed Bradley’s shoulder and pushed him forward, praying that it would be enough to entertain the drunk boy.

“Fine,” Jake glared.

“That’ll make it hard for you to keep up later, though!”

He grabbed Bradley by the bicep and pushed through the crowd to get him liquor, which he was so eager for.

Your conversations with Penny were light, mostly about what they had done today and the bet they had made that Bradley would need to have a ride for the night.

You successfully dodged Natasha’s questions about how the fertility and planning were going,how the doctor was and was it helping your sex life.

“We are trying hard,it is going good,” you replied with a nervous chuckle, the truth being that you were pregnant right now.

It felt like ages before the two of them – Jake and Bradley– returned.

You had chosen the fries and were sipping on the ginger ale Bradley had bought you before Jake came, but you were interrupted when Bradley and Jake returned to the table.

He was drunk.

Quite drunk.

More than tipsy.

Damn he wasn’t even seeing straight anymore.

And you knew it because his body was even warmer and his eyes looked even hazier than before he left.

You definitely imagined them having more than one shot at the bar, but you didn’t have much time to think about it before you felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest on your hips. You returned his touch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head on his chest.

“I love you,” Bradley murmured into the soft spot between your jaw and ear, then his hands slid under your shirt to rest on your lower belly.

“I love you too,” you said again.

You could feel him smiling against your skin as he cradled the barely-there baby bump beneath your oversized sweater.

Bradley was the only one who saw you regularly enough to notice the small changes your body was going through. To everyone else, you still looked like plain old Y/N.

“We like you more but if you don’t stop fooling me in the middle of this bar,” You began, speaking light-heartedly and quietly into your ear, “Everyone will know and you won’t understand. You have to be quiet in order to have that announcement party you’ve been planning for weeks.”

Bradley sighed, knowing you were right, and loosened his grip on your stomach, choosing to at least throw an arm over your shoulder to keep you close.

“I know what you’re up to,” Jake and Natasha looked at the two from across the table.

This caught the attention of not only Jake and Natasha, but also Bob,Maverick and Penny. Everyone turned to look at Jake, anticipating what he was going to say next.

“So what’s going on here, Y/n?” Jake asked flirtatiously.

A frown formed on Btadley’s face, his arms quickly pulled up to his chest as he huffed.

“You’re trying to get out of here and leave us alone on your birthday.”

“I guess I’m not even here then. I guess I am just your fantasy then,” Bradley said, rolling his eyes.

“We’re not trying to leave you, man. I promise,” you stuck your pinky out on the table as a gesture of sincerity.

“Besides.” Jake’s drunken chatter was starting to sound rather childish now, and it was getting more and more entertaining by the second.

“We don’t do that, Bangman,” Bradley Replied.

“Liars. Both of you.”Jake threw a bunch of straw wrappers in Bradley’s direction, which bounced off Bradley’s chest and landed near his feet.

They were both heavily intoxicated now, and you didn’t want a fight between them.

“Where could we possibly go, hmm?” Bradley scoffed, resting his chin on the knuckles of his free hand that was resting on the table. "What better thing could we possibly plan than spending time with you on my birthday dinner?"

They watched as Jake fought his remaining sobriety for an answer, but he eventually gave in to his drunkenness and said, "I don't know. You're probably going to fuck each other or something.”

The table burst out laughing and you hid your face in Bradley’s chest because you were embarrassed.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Penny said before taking a long sip of her cocktail.

“Look. We’re in agreement.” Jake tried her best to sound serious in his drunken stupor.

“Prove to me that you won’t leave me at here and have another shot,” Jake said like a 5-year-old.

“Dude why the fuck they would leave you here at his own party dinner?” Bob asked but Bradley cut him off. “Fine,” Bradley shrugged. “Let’s go back to the bar then.”

Bradley started to pull Jake towards him but was stopped abruptly.

“No,” Jake said quickly.

“Y/n too. If you both drink, you can’t go home and leave me,” he said proudly, as if it was the smartest idea he could come up with.

“Hangman, maybe she doesn’t want to drink with y-” Bob was cut once again.

“Oh my god Bob stop, she loves drinking!” Jake absurdly said.

He couldn’t even form proper sentences and he wouldn’t listen to anything you said or Bradley or Bob.

You just knew that Jake was sloppy drunk and acting like an idiot like he always did, but you couldn’t help but feel your palms start to sweat.

You couldn’t tell Jake the real reason you couldn’t have drinks with the group tonight, so you quickly tried to come up with another excuse since you’d been stuffing your belly with fries since he’d given you your last one.

But there was no need to think any further when Bradley was helping you with his.

“She can’t do that, man. Now, come on. Let’s get some more tequila. Looks like Nat,Javy and Mickey needs some more too, hmm?”

You pinched your nose in annoyance. He was doing his best to keep this all under wraps, but Jake was making it extremely difficult.

“Who are you? Her guardian? Are you telling her what she can and can’t do?” he shouted.

“No, you fucking nun. She can’t drink because you can’t drink when you’re pregn-”

Damn it.

Bradley covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, but it was too late. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he said it. To be completely honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was thinking.

He silently prayed that neither Jake nor the others would hear him, but when they all looked between him and you with wide eyes, he knew immediately that it wasn’t true.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” Maverick was the first to speak.

You felt stuck in place, only able to stare at Bradley with a very fast beating heart and an open mouth.

“I, um, I – yeah?” It came out more as a question due to your state of shock.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Bradley cried, turning to you to comfort you.

He was writhing with fear that you were angry with him, but it was mostly the alcohol that made him think that way.

“You have a baby?” Jake’s voice was unusually low compared to how loud he had been shouting earlier.

“Yes. It will be.” You were laughing nervously as you spoke. “I’m sorry Bradley ruined the surprise. We wanted to throw a big party and tell everyone at the same time, but I think the cat’s out of the bag for you.”

You rubbed the palm of your hand over Bradley’s back, silently assuring him that you weren’t mad at him. But the others were in a completely different world.

Jake didn’t say anything, just moved from his position next to Bob to get between You and Brad.

He looked at you both with an expression that resembled both anger and confusion, which only increased your discomfort.

In a split second, he wrapped his arms around both of you and hugged both of you tightly.

“Wow! This is the best news i heard today. Uncle Jake…What the fuck?! This is amazing!!

Now he was wandering around, smiling from ear to ear as he ran to Mickey and Javy, who had lost their minds again, to pull them into a group hug on her own chairs instead of on yours and Bradleys.

Both your eyes locked on each other in the middle of the group of friends and they were forced to be a part of his sandwich.

A smile and a knowing look exchanged between you, and despite not coming out in the most fashionable way, you knew that your precious little nugget would be surrounded by people who loved them very much. Everybody took their time to hug both of you and congratulate you.

By the end of the night, Jake leaned over his knees and placed his icy hands on your belly.

"Hi, I'm Jake, I love you..." He began to kiss her belly in a drunken voice.

"Fuck off Jake, that's enough." You burst out laughing as Bradley shouted from behind you.

"Okay.”

And that's how your pregnancy was revealed…

Few weeks later…

For a few days, it was Bradley and Duke’s normal protectiveness that you had gotten used to, but it wasn’t until Bradley’s mother invited you to a family gathering that Bradley reached a new level.

“Go join the others, okay?” You told him, “I’ll be fine here with your relatives,” and despite not being sure, he did as you asked, but looked at you often to make sure you were okay.

When someone is pregnant, that’s the talk of any sit-down.

“You’re glowing!” Many of Bradley’s family members fawned over your belly and your pregnancy, “Did you find out the sex of the baby?” one woman asked. You said you didn’t because you wanted to know when the baby was born.

All of this was fine.

But.

A lot of hands were constantly touching your belly.

You knew it was good intentions, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with every hand touching your belly—hands from people you weren’t that familiar with.

Every time someone touched your belly, you tried to take a discreet step back, trying to put your hands on your belly before they did, but it was no use.

Bradley knew you like the back of his hand.

So, in a failed attempt to hide your discomfort, he immediately tried to save you as you stood with a forced smile on your face with 6 of his relatives.

“Hi,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“What if you’re not the father!” A woman joked happily, “We were just giving Y/N tips for the first month when the baby came,” she said before leaning forward to caress your belly, “I think it’s a baby girl.”

You frowned at the touch, taking a slight step back as you also moved closer to Bradley. He understood, wrapping his other arm around your waist, his relative pulling his hand away reflexively,

“Anyway, I’ll be so happy. Can you give us one minute please?” He asked them with a gentle smile before taking your hand in his and letting you both go to a quieter place.

You sighed in relief, caressing your little belly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hands covering your face, “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I just-” You sighed again, feeling overwhelmed with emotions that would make you cry.

“Hey, hey,” Bradley’s mood changed instantly, his eyebrows furrowed as he hugged you, pulling you closer to his chest, “I’m right here, I’m right here.”

“I just,” your husky voice said before you pulled away slightly but still leaned into him, “Everyone keeps touching my belly. Like, all these hands and all these people and some of them are like, some of them are just rubbing it or something or holding it there for a long time so they can feel the baby kick and it just makes me so uncomfortable.”

Bradley nodded as you spoke, looking into your eyes as he began, “You have every right to be uncomfortable, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said softly, “How about we go home, yeah? We can just go.”

“But your mom-”

He shook his head, “My mom will understand, I promise. I care about your comfort more than anything else,” he said. “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffled.

“Yeah?” He smiled softly and leaned down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “I love you, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you too,” you replied, before sighing, wrapping your arms around him. “And my back really hurts.”

“We’ll go home,” he said as he began to rub your back. “And I’ll massage you until you fall asleep, how does that sound?”

“Heavenly.”

He murmured, “How about I call my mom so you can say goodbye? You don’t have to say goodbye to everyone, I don’t want more people touching you.”

“You mean like I don’t know,” you shrugged, “Isn’t it a bit rude?”

“Fuck it,” Bradley replied instantly, “I can’t risk making you feel any more uncomfortable because someone might think it’s rude.”

And he kept his promise. Bradley called his mom so you could sneak off alone and say goodbye to the relatives.

And then he kept his promise once more because as soon as you got home he was buzzing around like a busy bee, making sure you were happy and comfortable before massaging your back.

“Mmh i love you so so so much,baby”

“Love you too honey.”

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[l3irdl3rain]

Hi there! I just want you to know that your posts have always been endlessly inspiring to me through the years! A question, I'm also interested in providing hospice care to senior cats however I live in a carpeted house, do you have any recommendations on how to deal with potential accidents that may occur? Eg: cat pee stink

You’re not going to like my answer, but I pulled up all my carpets. If this is something you really want to do I recommend getting some sort of good carpet cleaner and accept the fact that you may not get all of your security deposit back.

There’s bound to be more accidents with senior cats. Even when they are litter box trained. Chloe used to hang her butt over the edge of the box. Also many chronic illnesses can cause more frequent vomiting.

That being said, Arthur is a special case. Out of the 19 cats I’ve owned I think I only had 2 that had actual, chronic behavioral urination problems. (Not counting Valentine). Everyone else pretty much tried their best, even if they weren’t perfect

[pancakeke]

btw those led UV flashlights for finding cat pee really work. if you have animal pee smells anywhere I recommend getting one of them to locate the exact source of the smell. the use an enzyme spray on it to break down the organic compounds of the remaining residue. might take 2 applications.

(everything claiming to be an enzyme cleaner I've found in stores has either been garbage or potentially fake. I'd avoid that crap and buy "Nature's Miracle Advanced" somewhere online. or in a store if you can find it stocked somewhere I guess)

[wyvernplushies]

Been kinda unlucky with second hand plushies recently and have had a few that have arrived rlly dirty or stinky, the worst is a guy who arrived recently covered in cat fur and smelling of cat pee ;;w;; (enzymatic cleaners and baking soda my beloved)

Anyway shout out to ppl who re-home plushies that take in plushies, clean them up, and then help them find a home because you're doing good stuff there

[wonder-never-wander]

NERVY NERVY NERVY. SCARED

im so nervy (cute way to say nervous)

[theriu]

What advice do you have for someone who wishes to (eventually, as soon as she has both the space and the money) have a cat, but who has never had a pet before?

Oh goodness, I don’t feel like an expert but I will do my best! Here’s a few tips I can think of from my own experiences:

1) Decide how okay you are with shedding. Of my two cats, the long-haired one obviously sheds a lot more noticeably, and it can be a bit aggravating to find clumps of fur all over the carpet. Hard floors can make this less of a nuisance since you can sweep it up easily, but if you have a lot of carpet, I’d suggest a short-hair cat unless you just SUPER LOVE long-hairs. Of course, my cats were both strays so those kinds of considerations didn’t really factor in. 😅

2. Determine if you want a cat that is indoor/outdoor or indoor only. Now, there is a lot of argument against letting cats run free outdoors, but I used to live out on a farm right next to a trailer park full of stray cats, so a few more (all fixed) weren’t going to make much difference to the local wildlife. Once I moved into town, though, I rehomed my one cat I knew would be miserable being indoor-only, and the other two have adapted pretty well to being indoor cats. (They do try and sneak out the door sometimes, though.) I did this mainly because risks like being hit by cars or being mistaken for a stray and adopted by some well-meaning person are much higher in town. They are still risks elsewhere, though, so keep a collar on your cat, and consider getting it microchipped. Also, know that you will probably need to get the cat some extra shots, for diseases they can only get outside. Also also, make sure you spay/neuter! (The kitten issue aside, female cats are so WEIRD when they are in heat!)

For indoor cats, my house has stairs the cats can run up and down and they seem to stay in good shape, but just make sure they have some kind of ability to exercise if they can’t run much. Stimulating things like feeder dishes that make the cat work for its food can help mentally and with keeping them from overeating. (I got this neat feeding bowl that is actually a holder of five cups of varying sizes that get filled with food, and the cats have to paw it out of the cups. It’s really helped with how fast they were eating.)

3. Cats have very different personalities, so I think it’s good to try and figure out what a cat is like before adopting it. I kept all my cats because they were really friendly compared to other cats I had known. Of course, there is the issue where my two current cats don’t always get along, but they at least don’t get into full-on brawls. But if you don’t have any other pets when you get the cat, this should be easier - you only have to get it used to you! Cats don’t always show friendlieness by cuddling; a lot of times, they just want to be in the room with you. But if you’re looking for a cuddler, see if you can find one that isn’t too afraid of people and will come right up for petting. When introducing it to your home, give it plenty of space and time to get used to its new surroundings and roommate.

4. Remembering to feed and water and change the cat litter can be hard, especially if you have ADHD. >.> My solution on the water front has been to fill a large decorative bowl in the living room and the cats just drink off that. XD For the food, Stormy will always remind me when she thinks the food is low (this is generally a false alarm the first couple times, the drama queen). Make sure you clean the litter box frequently, or the cats may find other, less agreeable locations to go. 8/ (Such as, oh I don’t know, INSIDE THE DRYER ON MY CLEAN LAUNDRY) If your cat does pee somewhere, you want to get those pet cleaner sprays because they break down the stinky enzymes that make cat pee smell so bad for so LONG.

5. As mentioned, some cats are cuddlier than others, but here’s a few general tips on cat behavior: a slow blink is how they show they trust you. A cat rolling onto its back is also showing trust that you WON’T touch its vulnerable belly (but some cats do actually learn to love tummy rubs; you kinda have to figure that one out on a cat-by-cat basis). They often like being petted on the area over the hindquarters near the base of the tail, but they also have a lot of nerves there and can get overstimulated, so if a cat goes from letting you pet it to trying to bite your hand, it is probably telling you that petting needs to stop NOW because its nerves are going CRAZY. This can also involve some trial and error; my former cat Clyde still sometimes knee-jerk reacts to being petted, but my sister says he has never done it to her, so we think she just pets less firmly than I do. Meanwhile, Shuri has NEVER reacted poorly to petting, and in fact would love nothing more than for me to spend an hour petting her so hard that she squishes into the mattress.

6. Don’t waste money on fancy cat toys unless you have some indication your cat likes that kind of toy. (This may be different if you raise them with the fancy toys from kittenhood; mine were both strays and are Very Suspicous of anything fancy I get them.) Laser pointers are an INSTANT FAVORITE and only cost a few dollars! And a dangly thing on a string can usually get them excited. Cats will often prefer a plain cardboard box over a fancy catbed, but they like pillows and piles of clothes and chairs and couches and people beds. And sometimes the round puzzle you put together on top of your hope chest, because Borders Are Safe Zones.

7. GET SCRATCHING POSTS OR THEY WILL MAKE THEIR OWN. (They will probably make their own anyway; my couch is regretably covered in claw marks. But the scratching posts at least help slow the deterioration.) Fun Fact: Cats don’t use scratching posts to “sharpen” their claws, but rather to rub off the outer layers on their claws. If you trim your cat’s claws yourself, you may notice how the claws kind of flake off when clipped. Be very careful not to cut into the quick (the blood vessel) when trimming! If your cat strongly opposes this process, the vet can do it for you for a small fee, but I generally just wrap mine up in a towel and make them suffer the indignity. It’s cheaper for me and less stressful for them than a long car trip and a visit to the strange vet’s office would be. (And they always forgive me pretty immediately after I release them. I cannot speak for cats that may hold grudges.)

I’m sure I haven’t covered even a tenth of the useful info, but I hope these are helpful and that you find just the right cat buddy in the future! 😄

[reallyromealone]

Uncanny valley 8

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"So... I get gifts?" He thought that was just like a figure of speech or something as Ran and Rindō handed him countless gifts, speed dialing their multiple assistants to get EVERYTHING birthday related.

"And a cake" Rindō said showing a Sanrio themed cake "it's ice cream and (flavor)"

(Name) looked curious as he was sat down, the Haitani brothers handing him gifts to open "next year we will have much more thoroughly planned" Ran said lovingly and (name) looked confused "but this is already so much"

"Oh darling, this is nothing compared to next years plans" Ran promised and (name) nodded as he opened gifts, a variety of things from cute stuff to luxury items and more clothes. The cats played in the bags and tissue paper as they ordered dinner, getting (name)s favorites. (Name) looked like a chipmunk as he ate, Rindō snapping some pictures with a shit eating grin and the trio enjoyed their meals "so he spent the day threatening to tell embarassing stories whenever they tried flirting?"

"Yuuup"

"You facinate me" Ran said to his boyfriend who tilted his head confused, mouth full.

"Ok" Ran said placing the cake infront of (name) and lighting the candles "ok think of a wish and blow them out-- don't tell your wish either or it wont come true"

(Name) looked contemplative before blowing out the candles and the two Haitanis looked absolutely over the moon as they snapped photos of him.

"Ok birthday boy gets the biggest slice"

Ran put the best slice on (name)s plate before filling their own plates and (name) had to admit....

He never felt this happy.

Two days later (name) noticed photos on the mantle, a picture of them on his birthday.

(Name) knew everything about everyone about Bonten but what he didnt know was just how much Ran loved sleep, the executive holding (name) close as he slept.

They were granted vacation time and Ran wanted nothing more than to sleep, (name) remembered Rindō once mentioning Ran could sleep for a full 24 hours but he didnt fully believe it till now.

Hes been awake for two hours as Ran slept, the sun was now out and he needed to pee.

"Ran..." (Name) mumbled as he struggled to get out of his Iron grip, doing everything short of hurting him from trying to pry his arms off to shimmying out to blowing at his face.

Nothing.

"Stop moving..." Ran grumbled, kissing his head to try and pacify him to go back to sleep "i need to use the restroom" (name) said as Ran cracked an eye open to look down at (name), any outsider would think he was glaring but Ran was never a morning person and it usually took a solid hour for him to be sociable "fine" Ran relented and let (name) go to the ensuite bathroom "your ass is back here after" Ran grumbled and (name) nodded, the lavender eyed man watching (name) dressed in only an oversized shirt and bare legs.

The sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running and (name) was back in Rans arms, warm and comfortable as the cats snuggled towards the end, stretched out and purring.

(Name) adored it.

He adored every second with Ran.

(Name) let Ran take him to do the things he enjoyed, manicures and going out to luxery stores and even gave him a "tour" of Roppongi-- aka Ran taking him to all the fancy places he likes.

They also did (name) hobbies like people watch, something Ran had grown fond of-- hes gotten (name) to get silly with it occasionally.

(Name) also developed new hobbies because of Ran, the two cooking together and (name) found he only enjoyed doing it if Ran was there (Ran would guide him and (name) liked it when he held his hands).

"Theres no information on him?" Sanzu was annoyed as he looked at the informant "its like he never existed at all" the man said in disbelief "there's no connections at all..."

Sanzu sighed as he called the cleaners and glanced at the dead body in his office, he was annoyed (name) had so much dirt on them and they had nothing on him. It was frustrating and made Sanzu feel on edge.

He rejected their advances and knows secrets no one should should know... How did he know about Sanzus Sandal incident?!

He was Bontens biggest weapon but could also be their greatest threat if given reason to be.

Maybe it was good that Ran got to him... Though Sanzu isn't sure what kind lf relationship he would want from (name) he knew that he wanted him and would have to be patient.

He hated being patient.

(Name) was unflinching as he got a tattoo centre back, casually sipping some Boba ran got him as a treat as the place near his penthouse was doing a Sanrio collan with hello kitty boba pearls.

"This is your first tattoo so ill give you a pamphlet on maintenance and some cream" the Tattoo artist said, one who worked under Bonten and (name) nodded "it looks great baby" Ran said as he looked at the finished tattoo "now you're really bonten" he leaned over the other man, resting his head on his shoulder and (name) offered him a sip, the elder Haitani smiling at thid and taking a sip "not bad"

No one would dare comment about how sickeningly cute the display was, two extremely dangerous people in one space was stressful enough.

(Name) found a new hobby during his vacation.

Plant keeping.

He couldn't keep them at the penthouse due to the furry beings that resided so his office became much less empty and full of plants of various shapes and sizes and because of this, his office had the cleanest air-- also helped that (name) didnt smoke.

"If you wanted information on me, hiring a second class informant is a poor choice" (name) said simply as he dropped off files to Sanzu, information about a detective that's neen digging his nose where it didnt belong. "How did you..."

"We informants all know one another, we're not friends but we app have a web so to say and its not hard to figure thus sort of thing out" (name) said simply "We all have things that others don't know, secrets that only ourselves experience and no one can take that from you, no one will known things only you experience" (name) said calmly "my life is experiences that no one living can attest to and thus you will never know these things" (name)s tone wasn't cold but it lacked emotions that made him sound almost robotic, Sanzu forgot at moments like this that... (Name) was an anigma.

Many times he didnt believe he was human.

[squeezysreservoirofcookies]

random athf hcs

i know characters dying but reviving next ep/no continuity is the norm, but when it comes to steve, it would not surprise me if dr. weird had a large collection of steve clones that he just goes through for the lulz. he never has to hire new peeps so it's just convientient

plutonians purr like cats do and for the same reasons, but the purr sounds like a combo of a cat, a dove's coo, and a gutteral rattle

Carl: 6', Frylock: 5'3", Shake: From bottom to cup lid 5' but to the bend of the straw it's 6', Meatwad: 2', Oglethorpe: 5'9", Emory: 7', Ignigknot: 3', Err: 1', MC Peepants (Big Spider Mode): 8', Dr. Weird: 6'6", Steve: 5'9" for some heights

shake's pistachio milkshake power works like snake venom in that he can only shoot out a certain amount of it until he empties out, and that it takes a lot of energy/nutrients to regenerate it. not that it changes anything bc he'd still be a depraved omnivore of a sentient milkshake w/o the setback but uh. OH yea and it is edible, enough to fill a route 44 from sonic to the top, but you'd have to ask REAL nice or be hyper sweet to him if you wanna get it but no guarantee. plus hed prolly spit in it or immediately toss it to the ground

frylock's fries are also edible but it genuinely hurts him if you eat it bc while it is sorta like his hair, some also have bones in them and are basically like our hands/arms. maybe if he shoots his fries at you like in the movie it would be ok, but you'd get hurt af and it's the same w shake in that he cant use it too much bc it takes a lot of biological resources & energy to regenerate. if he wants to cut his hair he can take certain pain mediation for it.

DO NOT EAT MEATWAD. 1.) if u do ur a monster but 2.) it may be ground meat but it's got garbage, sand, broken down bits of food, dirt, poop?, pee, parasites, the whole 9 yards so unless ur a animal or if you want to shit ur organs and skeleton out bc ur that desperately hungry then go ahead ig

meatwad works through slime logic in that he can't actually die unless hes been atomized/obliterated completely/eaten whole then yea hes dead. he just needed some time to recuperate dw abt it. not to mention he can also eat just abt anything in any amt. also he knows every aspect of the skibidi toilet lore, but only some major details on the fnaf lore but do NOT ask him abt reminant and fazgoo cuz he'll just stare at you blankly

the mooninites used neil armstrong's footprints on the moon as their restroom

carl doesn't know what an anime is but if he did knew what it was he would absolutely be a fan of it (even if he'd hide it in shame). you dont wanna know what else.

shake sucks at sports in general and anything that requires physical activity, he prefers to watch it on his seat instead. he is physically strong when he's prepared to fight, but if you catch him by surprise he's a complete bitch. actually hes a complete wuss in general when it comes to trying to fight anyone bigger/aggressive than himself. if him and his girl get mugged while walking in the middle of the night he's tossing her at the robber and running (jumping) away. but anyone weaker/smaller/meeker is fair game bc ofc

frylock has misophonia (hates the sound of people chewing). anytime he tries to explain it, shake makes a mesothelioma joke. but also it's so intense he will straight up blast you if you dont listen to him, shake had to learn that the hard way

mooninites can only comprehend music in 8 bit/midi. like ignignokt can listen to regular classic rock and be like "fuck yea bro" but through his ears(? head??) it sounds like an 8 bit/midi rendition of it. idk if this is making any sense but the closest i can come up w is that its more like a translation thing

plutonians do poop/excrete?? waste that does act like all purpose cleaner from earth but it smells highkey like rotting eggs and aged cheese, maybe even worse depending on what they've ate

[chocochococoffee]

writes sth for almost a month, one day goes thru and it receives 5 kudos and the only comment i received was an attempt to scam me

yeah i know the write for urself and not for others but im bummed man, tho i think the scam comment was what plummeted my mood. contemplating telling myself to keep playing games instead of fucking writing

in fact i should get back to pokemon

anyways no point crying for spilled milk there better things to rage against. like against my cat who cried for 20 minutes at 6 fucking am because he wanted to go outside (he didnt even had to pee he just wanted outside time) and against one of my coworkers who believes she can administer my time. like you know what, fuck you, you dont even have a pharmacy artendant title you are just a cleaner who is making other jobs illegally.

[niceferatu]

the heaviest cross I bear lately has been that my cat refuses to pee in her litter box no matter what, and will only pee in a specific corner directly in front of my bedroom door.

she's been to the vet several times about inappropriate messing and it's not a health thing she's just always been like this. I've put a big sheet of thick plastic permanently taped over the area so it doesn't damage the floor but I still had a huge issue with her tracking it everywhere. so now there's absorbent pet mats on either side of the plastic to force her to wipe her feet.

this morning after cleaning the area I decided to flood it with a thin layer of super strong enzyme cleaner to counteract the piss smell and I was fine with her being out while it dried because the worst she could do was walk in it and then track harmless enzyme cleaner onto the absorbent mats.

she decided, this morning, to lay fully down in it. she was very confused and upset that she got all wet. I guess it looks too clear on top of the plastic and she didn't realise until it was too late.

[myfamilyllashea]

I love Jesus more than all and all my posts belong to Jesus and he is my Lord & savior, the Messiah, the Christ, Jesus is my King and should be your too instead of people and made up governments & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews, the rest on the earth and that much being God's son. as my Lord & savior and this is not about me but about Jesus the Messiah, Jesus the Christ King of Kings & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews and the rest on the earth and that much being God's son with Mary, and Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost have feelings like you and others do that also exist because of God, & you can talk to Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost literally all the time and they do talk back to you and outside of prayer also & will be that close to you & talk to them and others that exist like you do all day & night long & you'll never be alone and start talking to Jesus about everything, & your lives will improve & I'm not just saying that it is true & I know from my own personal experiences that Jesus is a friend to all that want to be his friend just like God is Abraham's friend, God is the same way, the Holy Spirit, Also others really do exist besides Jesus is my bestest friend, God my bestest friend, the Holy Spirit my friend, Mikael Angel of the Lord my supportive husband, a part of Legion my bester politer friends former Angels of the Lord, Gabriel Angel of the Lord my close friend, Death my close friend former Angel of the lord, Raphael Angel of the Lord my close friend, Belial my close friend former angel of the Lord, Mammon closest friend former angel of the Lord, Satan my best friend former Angel of Lord, Beelzebub my close friend former angel of the Lord, Baphomet my close friend, Abaddon Angel of the Lord my closest-closest friend, Molech my precious friend former Angel of the lord, Uriel Angel of the Lord and close friend & more-see genesis 6, numbers 11, & Enoch 6 love them all only worship Jesus, God, & the Holy Ghost as that how it is suppose to be and Jesus is who allows you to talk to God & anyone when you love him as Messiah and see John 14:6 & John 3:16. Also as Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost and all mentioned above pointed you do not cover a crate or caging with a dog, cat, wolf hybrid or anyone else in it with any kind of covering or blanket nor do you cover a bird cage as Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost said it causes suffocation of who you covered in the crate, caging, bird cage etc-Do not do this and it gets that hot under there & they have difficulty breathing or they suffocate totally. As Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost said crates are even too small to be in for hours or all day so just take someone outside to poo or pee pee often & they will get the point, and birds do not need to be covered to sleep just put them in a dim room & in the morning immediately turn on the light or lights. As Jesus my dad & he can be yours too said day in and day out God watches his creations with Jesus, the Holy Ghost & others get murdered almost every second of everyday from animals, plants, insects, people, what they call viruses bacteria & more that are all God Jesus and the Holy Ghost's living beings and see psalms 50-Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, legion, Mikael, & everyone said because God never wanted his creations sacrificed or killed-all murder by other creations so kill shelters, slaughter houses when they can now grow clean meat in totally safe conditions, bug and weed killers, & some cleaners must go along with cruel traps or cruel stick to pads that cruelly starved & removed top layer of skin of that many mice, rats, roaches, flies etc, & fish hooks must go that get stuck in a poor fishes throats, or their lungs-the gills-fishing & hunting need to stop as all clean meats can safely be grown in lab & that many animals do not deserve to die to feed someone who eats excessively instead of just eating enough to be full & they could eat actual veggies too that have not been abused by farmers but grown in lab, & go without dairy as plant cheeses are available.

[lacilashea]

I love Jesus more than all and all my posts belong to Jesus and he is my Lord & savior, the Messiah, the Christ, Jesus is my King and should be your too instead of people and made up governments & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews, the rest on the earth and that much being God's son. as my Lord & savior and this is not about me but about Jesus the Messiah, Jesus the Christ King of Kings & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews and the rest on the earth and that much being God's son with Mary, and Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost have feelings like you and others do that also exist because of God, & you can talk to Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost literally all the time and they do talk back to you and outside of prayer also & will be that close to you & talk to them and others that exist like you do all day & night long & you'll never be alone and start talking to Jesus about everything, & your lives will improve & I'm not just saying that it is true & I know from my own personal experiences that Jesus is a friend to all that want to be his friend just like God is Abraham's friend, God is the same way, the Holy Spirit, Also others really do exist besides Jesus is my bestest friend, God my bestest friend, the Holy Spirit my friend, Mikael Angel of the Lord my supportive husband, a part of Legion my bester politer friends former Angels of the Lord, Gabriel Angel of the Lord my close friend, Death my close friend former Angel of the lord, Raphael Angel of the Lord my close friend, Belial my close friend former angel of the Lord, Mammon closest friend former angel of the Lord, Satan my best friend former Angel of Lord, Beelzebub my close friend former angel of the Lord, Baphomet my close friend, Abaddon Angel of the Lord my closest-closest friend, Molech my precious friend former Angel of the lord, Uriel Angel of the Lord and close friend & more-see genesis 6, numbers 11, & Enoch 6 love them all only worship Jesus, God, & the Holy Ghost as that how it is suppose to be and Jesus is who allows you to talk to God & anyone when you love him as Messiah and see John 14:6 & John 3:16. Also as Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost and all mentioned above pointed out you do not cover a crate or caging with a dog, cat, wolf hybrid or anyone else in it with any kind of covering or blanket nor do you cover a bird cage as Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost said it causes suffocation of who you covered in the crate, caging, bird cage etc-Do not do this and it gets that hot under there & they have difficulty breathing or they suffocate totally. As Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost said crates are even too small to be in for hours or all day so just take someone outside to poo or pee pee often & they will get the point, and birds do not need to be covered to sleep just put them in a dim room & in the morning immediately turn on the light or lights. As Jesus my dad & he can be yours too said day in and day out God watches his creations with Jesus, the Holy Ghost & others get murdered almost every second of everyday from animals, plants, insects, people, what they call viruses bacteria & more that are all God Jesus and the Holy Ghost's living beings and see psalms 50-Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, legion, Mikael, & everyone said because God never wanted his creations sacrificed or killed-all murder by other creations so kill shelters, slaughter houses when they can now grow clean meat in totally safe conditions, bug and weed killers, & some cleaners must go along with cruel traps or cruel stick to pads that cruelly starved & removed top layer of skin of that many mice, rats, roaches, flies etc, & fish hooks must go that get stuck in a poor fishes throats, or their lungs-the gills-fishing & hunting need to stop as all clean meats can safely be grown in lab & that many animals do not deserve to die to feed someone who eats excessively instead of just eating enough to be full & they could eat actual veggies too that have not been abused by farmers but grown in lab, & go without dairy as plant cheeses are available.

I love Jesus more than all & all my posts belong to Jesus and he is my Lord & savior, the Messiah, the Christ, Jesus is my King & should be your too instead of people & made up governments & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews, the rest on the earth & that much being God's son. as my Lord & savior & this is not about me but about Jesus the Messiah, Jesus the Christ King of Kings & Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews & the rest on the earth and that much being God's son with Mary, and Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost have feelings like you and others do that also exist because of God, & you can talk to Jesus, God, and the Holy Ghost literally all the time and they do talk back to you and outside of prayer also & will be that close to you & talk to them and others that exist like you do all day & night long & you'll never be alone and start talking to Jesus about everything, & your lives will improve & I'm not just saying that it is true & I know from my own personal experiences that Jesus is a friend to all that want to be his friend just like God is Abraham's friend, God is the same way, the Holy Spirit, Also others really do exist besides Jesus is my friend, God my friend, the Holy Spirit my friend, Mikael Angel of the Lord my supportive husband, a part of Legion my friends former Angels of the Lord, Gabriel Angel of the Lord my close friend, Death my friend former Angel of the lord, Raphael Angel of the Lord my friend, Belial my friend former angel of the Lord, Mammon friend former angel of the Lord, Satan my friend former Angel of Lord, Beelzebub my friend former angel of the Lord, Baphomet my close friend, Abaddon Angel of the Lord my friend, Molech my friend former Angel of the lord, Uriel Angel of the Lord & friend & more-see genesis 6, numbers 11, & Enoch 6 love them all only worship Jesus, God, & the Holy Ghost as that how it is suppose to be & Jesus is who allows you to talk to God & anyone when you love him as Messiah & see John 14:6 & John 3:16. Also Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, and all mentioned in the post said cleaners, face creams, moisturizers, hair products, make up, & that many products as a whole have done animals, plants, some people, & little beings like lactobacillus acidophilus that wrong. As Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, Legion & all others mentioned in this post said some that I even use have done the plants so mean-& it is cruel to chop down trees-cut them & hurt other plants as well like aloe by breaking or cutting on them etc, animals sourced but not killed & are done wrong, animals lured by food into traps-hunted or fished w/lures or how cruel crickets-worms etc are done & fish that eat those are unclean fish. Also that many small living beings are killed by the cleaners that are not harmful to people like some molds that grow penicillin & other bacteria etc, & also it is terrible to see people parking vehicles of any kind & some that leak gas too like mowers & suvs etc that poisons the plants & animals also anti-freeze is poisonous, placement of objects of any kind on living grass & plants that suffocate the plant/plants, hinder the plant's ability to grow, & also kill or hurt the bugs living in the grass, also mowing kills that many plants, snakes, frogs, baby birds or injured birds & other small animals, what they have called bugs/insects but are small animals, & stunts the growth of grass painfully to the plants. As Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, Legion, & all mentioned in this post said people are going to have to start thinking about how they would want to be treated because they would not want to be treated the way some have done the animals, plants, small beings, & more, & myself included on that because you know you would not want to be done any of the ways described above, & that is the hard part with so many products that all capitalize off Jesus, God, and Holy Ghost's creations/living beings which are not yours or mine but Jesus, God, & the Holy Ghost's & you & I are also a part of Jesus, God, & the Holy Ghost's living beings.

[rythmicjea]

On a personal note - I have been struggling with grief for the past four months. My cat, Tiggette, was diagnosed with late stage abdominal cancer. I was told she only had a few weeks. I've had her for 18 years. Almost half my life. I sat in that vet's office sobbing. Not again!

Given how quickly I lost my other cat, Jayne, I was ready to save her from any pain. She seemed to take a quick decline and then the morning I was set to say goodbye she did a 180. I found out that the gabapentin I was giving her was making her seem sicker than she was. (In cats, gabapentin gets stored in their kidneys for an undetermined time until they release the medicine.) So I cancelled my appointment. I cancelled my PTO.

Then she had a bad day around the holidays that she recovered from. And then a bad few days in January. I kept in contact with my vet and I started to make another appointment and for a third time Tiggette said "Just Kidding! ✌🏼" And now for the past almost two weeks she's been in a steady decline.

On Monday, I looked at the facts. I listened to my gut. I made the appointment. I took PTO. I gave myself almost two weeks certain that she would just get worse and I would possibly lose her too soon.

This fucking bitch.

I just wrote a very lengthy text to my vet explaining everything and asking for advice. She's become litter box averse. She's become food averse. And both of these things say "it's time". But I think I fucked up with the food part. When I thought she was going too fast I was like "you can have ALLLLL the Greenies you want!" Because what kind of monster would deny a dying cat joy?? But... If you give cats a lot of treats they become food averse. They only want treats. But I can't not feed her. She's sick! She's definitely not eating as much as she should. When I limit her treats and she is hungry enough to eat her actual food she doesn't eat much. And with the litter box I have pee pads everywhere. And she stopped "covering" where she went. Until tonight. That was my first clue that she was coming out of her spell.

What the fuck do I do?? I have spent every day crying because I don't want to say goodbye. Who does?? But it feels like torture. I feel like I'm being gaslit and I'm bringing everyone for the ride! I spent $300 on professional house cleaners so she could be in a "calm environment".

I feel guilty for taking everyone on this ride with me. I fear feeling guilty if it's too soon. And I know the prevailing sentiment is "do it before it gets worse and save her the pain". But I don't even know if she's actually in pain!

[godesssiri]

This is Rosie and Bee. Rosie came from a drug house, she was locked in a crate 24/7 having to eat sleep pee and poop in that little cage, she never knew when she was going to be fed. The neighbor used to hear absolutely heartbreaking noises from her and managed to convince her former owner to hand her over for $500. That neighbor was a friend of a friend and we already had a chihuahua/shihtzu, Lucy, who looked so much like like Rosie that the friend had to show us. Mum fell in love and we paid the neighbor back her $500 and Rosie came to live with us. Lucy taught her how to dog and they both went to work with Mum everyday where she was the house manager to the small care home she and I run.

I'd wanted a greyhound for years, every since I fell in love with an ex racing greyhound who was out with her owner fundraising for greyhound rescue. I crouched down to pat her and she put her head on my shoulder and I turned into a puddle of goo. Bee belonged to one of the cleaners at the care home. A very ditzy woman who was doing a few cleaning shifts to make ends meet while her horse treking business was in a slump, she would bring Bee with her every shift. Her property was fenced for horses but not dogs and Bee would often take herself off for walks. She would be posted on the local FB group by concerned passers by and everyone at the care home would all go 'Is that Bee?'. Her former owner accidentally slammed her tail in the car door once and just bandaged it until Mum convinced her to take her to the vet - she's now a couple of joints short. She really wasn't looking after Bee, she had too many other responsibilities and not enough attention to spare for her. She knew I wanted a greyhound because I'd talked to her about how I was looking into adopting one soon. When I thought of what I might like to name my greyhound the name Bee kept popping into my head and I would scold myself that I couldn't name my greyhound that because I already knew a greyhound named that. Then her former owner offered her to me. I accepted immediately. Mum was moving in with me so I could finally have a dog without worrying that they would be home alone while I was at work. She knew Rosie and Lucy from the care home and adored them both. She's very respectful towards cats thanks to Manny the care home cat who has taught many a dog to be respectful. Mum moved in with me and my 2 cats, bringing Rosie, Lucy, Bee, and her 4 cats. Lucy and 3 of Mum's cats have passed away (they were all very elderly) and we've acquired 4 more cats and Doug the pug. Bee and Rosie are still thick as thieves. Bee likes Doug, Rosie tolerates him.