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scary-senpai · 2 years

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Hm...how about "Best of All Possible Worlds"?

BESTIEEEE (cherished mutual, may I call you bestie?) YOU PICKED THE SADDEST, CEREBRAL-EST, MOST SELF-INDULGENT ONE!!!

Also, thank you for participating in my fanfic WIP ask game I posted in (checks notes) April. To look on the bright side, though, you can’t spell Executive Dysfunction without Fun, so... there’s that?

By the way, I thought both your WIPs sounded super cool--I’d love to see Atomic Samurai and Saitama switch disciples, and I think a lot of us are wondering which is more overwhelming: 3 regular students or one Genos. One Punch “Ham” series? Haha, that’s brilliant! I am here for the Dad jokes, and also any AU where Saitama has hair.

Anyway, if you recognize the phrase “Best of All Possible Words,” you probably know where this fic is going. If you don’t have 18th century philosophical rhetoric at top of mind, though, the phrase wouldn’t necessarily strike you as ironic. But if I tell you it’s about Genos and Dr. Kuseno, and it’s got major webcomic spoilers, you’ve probably figured out where this is going, and that it’s about to get very sad.

Because it contains webcomic spoilers, I put the content warnings below the cut. If this is too sad and you nope out, I won’t take offense. You also asked about “pure of heart, dumb of ass” story and that’s probably more like what you’re used to seeing from me: it’s mostly goofy and a little sad, but all’s well that ends well. I've posted snippets of that one before: “Game Night” (where Genos beats Garou at Monopoly, and Garou is both intrigued/appalled to find that Genos actually has a Lawful Evil streak) or this scene where Garou arrives early for dinner --Genos is at home cooking, but Saitama is walking Rover, and Genos realizes with mounting horror that he probably should have warned Garou about the uniqueness of their pets... Garou asks about all the half-burned chew-toys, and Genos tells him "although we do not have a dog, Rover is not entirely unlike a domesticated canine." Poor Garou gets really excited for Saitama to return with the puppers. He thinks he's going to meet a wolf. ^_^ Little does he know... Anyway, if you want to have your heart broken, you’re welcome to keep reading. Gome “¯\_(ツ)_/¯“

Content Warnings: Major character death, death of parents, thoughts of death, webcomic spoilers, hurt/no comfort.

We begin with denial. Even with six feet of dirt separating them, Genos finds himself compulsively scanning Kuseno’s grave for vital signs, futile and absurd though it is.

“But we cannot trace spirits (or even a single spirit, the spirit), because they don’t exist, and even if they do, we barely have the means to begin looking.”

Genos’ thoughts and theories regarding the afterlife are inseparable from memories of his father, who was a professor of Economics and Philosophy--that’s not canon, of course, that’s my OC... or (gh)O(st)C, if you will.

As you’ve gathered, Genos and his father are both quite cerebral, and they debated frequently, for fun.

His father liked to argue endlessly, eloquently--not that he actually believed in very much. These were thought exercises, nothing more.

People would say they were alike, he and his father--eloquent, tempestuous, uncompromising. But Genos grew up in a different world, one that was rapidly changing for the worst, and by the time he was old enough to truly follow his father’s rhetoric, things were different: debating ideals wasn’t enough. You had to live them.

This is where Candide comes in: it’s a book that Genos read and discussed with his father. Candide, or The Optimistic, is Voltaire’s seminal satire (and later, a Leonard Bernstein operetta) that grapples with what seems like the futility of hope. I’ll get into more details later--but for now, suffice to say that there’s a character called “Dr. Pangloss” who dies several times throughout the course of the novel, only to reappear at later points, flippantly laughing off any obvious distress displayed by his loyal student, Candide. Dr. Pangloss even has a catchphrase, but I’ll let Genos tell it:

People have survived worse. If only someone were here to chide him for his foolishness, his reckless thinking. His father, Dr. Kuseno...

...But it can’t be. It can’t, it just can’t.

The term “Panglossian” has made it into our vocabulary as the term for someone “characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.“

Through Candide, Voltaire lampoons his contemporaries--the Enlightenment philosophers who touted that science and reason would eventually bring about Absolute Truth, and subsequently a better world. But Voltaire has come for one scholar’s kneecaps in particular: Gottfried Leibniz, who came up with this whole “best of all possible worlds” thing. Leibniz believed that if (and this is real big “if”)-- if there is a loving God, then this MUST be the best of all possible worlds. Because, well, how could anything ever be otherwise? If you’re inclined to listen to the operetta, the song is pretty catchy:

CANDIDE: There is a reason For everything under the sun! MAXIMILLIAN: Objection! What about snakes? PANGLOSS: Snakes! 'Twas snake that tempted mother Eve Because of snake we now believe That though depraved We can be saved From hellfire and damnation (Because of snake's temptation!)

So essentially it’s a circular argument, right? It’s kind of a cruel, cosmic joke: the only world you have is the one that’s in front of you right now. In that sense, it is indeed the best, but only by the process of elimination. Which brings us to Eternal Return: the idea that every moment--past, present, and future--exist simultaneously, and constantly recur. There’s some debate on whether this is a multiverse/multiple endings deal (if I understand correctly), but to some extent it doesn’t matter: us puny humans perceive our existence in linear time. Once again, all we have is right now.

Still, Genos can’t help but thinking about it:

A world where they escaped, a world where they didn’t. A world where they never had to run from anything. A world unmarred, one he can’t imagine. And a world with his parents would mean, ostensibly, a world without Dr. Kuseno. So in that sense, he can only choose loss.

Understandably overwhelmed, Genos turns to his Sensei for insight:

“Do you believe there’s anything after this, Sensei?”

“No.” Saitama answers quickly, and only thinks about it after.

“...No,” Saitama says again, more assured this time. “I think this is it, Gen.”

Genos lowers himself to the ground, touching the earth.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saitama asks.

Saitama is referring to Kuseno’s final wish: that Genos would run far, far away from the violent life he’s made.

Genos spends some time considering the implications of this--there’s something comforting about the whole “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” thing, because we all return to the same thing, in the end, but... Genos won’t. Or, at least, it will take him a whole other eternity, because he no longer has his biological body.

Genos is not inclined to believe in more noumenal things, like spirits and souls, so he considers that he’s no longer like his father in body (even if has, in all forms, resembled his father), because he no longer has a biological body. In that sense, it’s almost as if he’s been made in Kuseno’s likeness--or, at least, fashioned by his hand. So Kuseno lives on in him, but only at the expense of something.

I tried to end it a bit hopeful and kinda Saigenos if you squint:

“Everything you love goes. Or you go,” Saitama says. “That’s just life, right?”

“But you won’t.”

There’s a pause--an unspoken moment not unlike someone speaking aloud a password, and waiting to be allowed in.

In the silence, Genos imagines his heart breaking. Would break, if it hadn’t already.

But enough of that, he thinks. I no longer have a heart.

Saitama sits on the ground beside him and takes a handful of earth, sifting the dirt through his fingers -- it slips through them like air, water, the things that pass through our hands with no hope of being held.

“No,” Saitama says at last. “I guess not, huh?”

And that’s how I feel about Saitama, especially lately--he says the right thing, kinda, but he tends to botch the delivery at least a bit.

I still haven’t worked out an ending, my notes say “something something universe left to cease and grow cold?” but I’d like to end it at least a little more hopeful than the inevitable heat death of the universe. That's kind of a lot.

I’ve always liked writing about Genos and Garou because they are two characters that aren’t going towards strength as much as they’re running away from weakness, and abandoning their human bodies has (for whatever reason) become a key part of that journey for them. That’s interesting when you consider that many responses to trauma live just as much as the body as the mind. Garou monsterizes because that’s his solution to never feeling strong in his human body (despite having objective evidence to the contrary) and (unless I’m mistaken) it’s never confirmed that Genos lost his body during the Mad Cyborg attack, just that his human body was too weak to achieve his goals.

Even if Genos wasn’t directly injured by the mad Cyborg, he did witness the attack-- which means it was likely a narrow miss. In any case, being exposed to the overall violence and un-safety of the world would understandably provoke overwhelming anxiety and fear as well as grief. You might decide to cope with that feeling of vulnerability by upgrading your body to something more durable. Likewise, if you were a scientist ethically conflicted about performing such extreme body modifications on a child, you might take into account the aggressive/reckless behavior that Genos demonstrates now--which is actually a very common trauma response. (This is what I perceive in Garou, as well--he's just a confused kid that has forgotten you can also get serotonin from hugs, not just near-death experiences.).

...I recently did a small (sad) fic exploring similar themes with Garou’s character. Since it’s my crack headcanon that they’re both from the same village, Garou also lost his mom in the attack. To describe the story in the most boring way possible, Garou notices that after his arm shatters and regenerates, and he returns to human form, all his scars are gone--including the ones from his childhood, and he has a lot of Feels about that, actually.

Thank you again for the ask! I really appreciate it, and I always love talking about my WIP. Happy writing ;)

#one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #genos #webcomic spoilers #angst #cw death #cw loss of parent #my writing #wilf

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Obviously no pressure, but if you wanted to share your ideas on house pets, there would be great interest from at least one person. But headcanons are closed and I totally respect that (this very ask aside sorry). No pressure to do anything!!! just wanted to let you know that it seems like fun info.

Sans (Undertale): Strongly inspired by a fantastic fanfiction I can’t recommend enough, he has a cat affectionately named Catsup (Norwegian Forest Cat). Of course he does. Pretty typical story here, he more or less went to a shelter, locked onto the biggest, fattest cat there, and filled out the paperwork to damn her to a life of having a pun for a name. He...may have only gone to the shelter because he was hardcore struggling with depression and his brother read somewhere that pets can help a little, but that's...that’s neither here nor there. Catsup turned out to be a perfect fit for Sans in spite of his initial attitude of, 'I'm only doing this to make Papyrus happy'-- she's probably just about as chill and lazy as the skeleton himself, content to flop over just about anywhere, anytime and hang out. Her laidback nature was a blessing for Sans, a first-time cat-owner who didn't really know what he was doing or what she needed right away. A more high-maintenance cat probably wouldn't have been as forgiving and there'd have been a lot more stress on everybody before he got it figured out. Now, he considers Catsup his best little pal and doesn't even need to be reminded to change out her bowls and her litter. He's surprisingly responsible, when he actually really cares about something.

Catsup’s Quirks: Likes it when you gently slap her belly, always gravitates towards the room with the most people in it, often appears in unusual places that it seems like she shouldn't have been able to get to

Papyrus (Undertale): He...begrudgingly missed working with the Canine Unit once the Royal Guard was officially disbanded... It took him awhile to be able to openly admit he was interested in getting a dog, and when he did, he had standards-- it had to be a smart dog, one that could learn tricks and follow rules, unlike a certain annoying creature that’s plagued his life and home and special attacks in the past!!! So he did a lot of breed research, found a local, ethical breeder for the kind he was looking for, and went to pick out a pup. Spike (Border Collie), so named for his incredible coolness, is a perfect fit for his energetic skeleton friend and loves to run, exercise, and learn new tricks all the time!

Spike’s Quirks: Learned to wipe his feet before coming inside just by watching Papyrus do it, hams up his tricks and sometimes does them without prompting, never leaves the park without an impractically large stick to bring home

Sky (Underswap Sans): You will literally never get him to admit the real reason he got a dog companion because he knows in his heart of hearts that it’s such a silly reason... He saw a video online of a dog delicately eating a watermelon and while most people would’ve had a kneejerk reaction of, “I NEED TEN,” but not gotten any, he had the same reaction and just...talked himself down to one. And so came Poff (Samoyed), a big ol’ floofer who’s a lot like her master when it comes to levels of energy and affection. She’s happy to follow him around on patrols, training sessions, and even through obstacle course...so of course, she tends to get very dirty very quickly. Luckily, Sky’s diligence in grooming her keeps her coat as white and fluffy as her namesake!

Poff’s Quirks: Loves baths, tap dances at the mention of treats, doesn't chew her toys and just hoards them instead

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He wasn’t really in the market for a dog, himself. He was just along for the ride when his bro was picking up Poff, when he happened to hear the most hilarious sing-screaming sound he’d ever heard in his life. He followed it all the way to the little fellow who would soon be known as Smoochie (French Bulldog), and he sure seemed upset about...something? He never really figured out why, he was laughing too hard from hearing a sound like that come out of something so small and weird-looking. He didn't try to adopt Smoochie that day, much as he loved his sound, but he found himself going back to the shelter a couple times just to check on and play with him. After two or three months with no one else adopting the little prima-donna, he figured he might as well commit and take him home. He's a fun little dude and Paps hasn't regretted it for a second, but he's forever in denial about just how much of a Dog Dad he's become since. It's totally normal to carry your dog around in the hood of your sweatshirt, isn't it???

Smoochie’s Quirks: Screams a lot, will eat food out of peoples’ hands if they’re not paying attention, jumps higher than it seems like he should be able to

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Like most things in his life, he didn’t put a whole lot of planning or forethought into getting a dog. He was out one night, decently drunk, and a friend of a friend of a friend of a coworker was talking about this dumb dog he had that was supposed to be a guard dog but couldn't do it worth a damn because he was too friendly. The guy was yammering about how to get rid of it and something about that struck a chord with Jasper. It was pretty soon after monsters surfaced and maybe that's why it felt...important to him? He was probably just drunk and emotional and soft that he even stepped in or said anything, but it is what it is. He’s a skilled enough conman that it didn't take him long to talk the guy around in circles until he was willing to pay Jasper for the privilege of taking this animal off his hands and in short order, he was almost bowled over by the big dog that planted its paws on his shoulders at their first meeting. Jasper immediately renamed him from something cliché and 'intimidating' to Tubbs (Rottweiler) for how heavy the goofy bastard was and then brought him right home. His brother wasn't particularly pleased and swore he would not be caring for this beast, but he never had to; Jasper kinda missed having something trusting and affectionate to take care of, and Tubbs has been daddy's little fatty ever since.

Tubbs’ Quirks: Shreds even the heaviest duty toys, lays on people as if he were a lap dog, drools rivers if somebody's eating food around him

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Who am I to defy literal years of fanon...? His first meeting with Doomfanger (Persian) was about as clichéd as it gets-- a scrawny, dingy, scraggly and matted cat scurrying out of an alley in the rain. She went right up to him and, well... it was love at first mew. He scooped her right up, bestowed a fittingly intimidating name upon her, and took her home with him, in spite of the fact that she looked more like a mutant rat than a cat at the time. After shaving the mats off, bathing the dirt away, and getting her some regular food, though, Doomy actually ends up being an exceedingly beautiful feline! He credits his attentive care and grooming for her pristine, silvery fluff and will brag about it at a moment's notice, but he's just ever so slightly in denial about her sweet and gentle nature. Doomfanger is a vicious killing machine, a true apex predator that nothing stands a chance against! That's...that’s obviously why he carries her around so much... And why he plucks her away from any other animal that comes near her like some sort of mother hen-- he's minimizing the bloodshed! If he let her loose, there would be no survivors!

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Meows in peeps, avid shadow-chaser, extremely receptive to handling

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Hey, anyone remember FGTC? This one cameo’d in that fic, she may seem familiar~ So...he wanted a pet. At first, he thought a cat would be good, fierce independent hunters that they’re reputed to be...but after spending time with a lot of cats and not really clicking with any, he was forced to concede that he was just more of a dog person. In hindsight, of course that’s what he was looking for: a loyal companion to (literally, ha!) dog his steps and follow his orders. Before he can actually, intentionally start looking for one, though, the universe works its magic and he finds one digging around in the garbage out behind the house. The emergency vet he brings the scarred and skeletal stray to tells him that, judging by her injuries, she was probably bait in some dog-fighting ring somewhere and got thrown away when she wasn’t useful anymore. Well. Fuck that, Princess (Pitbull) deserves better than that, and she’ll have it! He takes on the duty of nursing her back to health and earning her trust and it isn’t long before she shows her true colors as the loviest sweetheart of a dog that ever was. She’s utterly useless as an attack/guard dog, but her barks are loud and intimidating, and she obeys commands at the drop of a hat, so Mal doesn’t hold that against her. She goes with him just about anywhere she’s allowed and he shows her off with the same enthusiasm you’d expect for a pedigreed Best in Show dog.

Princess’ Quirks: Wags with her entire butt, will kiss the moment someone’s face is in range, barks at doorbells both real and on TV

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He didn’t mean to get a cat, not really... He was just following along with his brother when Mal was kicking around the idea of getting one, and Mal may not have clicked with anybody there, but he sure did. Actually... Kitkat (Manx) may have picked him and he’s just along for the ride. Kitkat was kinda young at the time, a little smaller than all the rest and also...no tail??? But what a personality, loud and playful and super sweet and...when it was time to leave the shelter, he just...he couldn’t bring himself to do it without her, he was in love! It’s mutual, at least-- she latched right onto him pretty much instantly and is pretty much never not with him whenever he’s at home, following him around from room-to-room.

Kitkat’s Quirks: Bone-rattlingly loud purrs, loves to play fetch, prone to 3AM zest for life and zooming all around the house accordingly

Slate (Horrortale Sans): I actually wrote about this one! But the gist of it is...he likes cats. Eventually got confident enough to go get one and zeroed right in on the weirdest-looking, least adoptable cat in the shelter he volunteers at. Slinky (Cornish Rex) was deaf, kinda ugly, and a whole lotta weird, but hell, she’ll fit right in at home, yeah? And so she does! She wrecks a lotta shit and is loud as hell, but stuff is only stuff and Slate’s never had an issue with noise. Actually...she really helps him out with his sleep and focus issues, it’s hard to drop off or dissociate when you have a cat in your lap, yelling at you at batting your face because it’s Play Time or Dinner Time, wake the fuck up!!! She’s a bastardous gremlin, but he loves her to bits.

Slinky’s Quirks: Clumsy and bad at judging distances, loves ankle-looping, insists on sniffing all people-food but never actually tries to eat it

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Following the trauma of the underground and the ensuing massive outpouring of empathy from humanity at large, monsters were made aware of many therapeutic resources that they could take advantage of, one of which was therapy animals. Papy naturally thought this was a wonderful idea...for other monsters, who were of course far more psychologically-damaged and not quite so good at enduring as himself. But...his brother does volunteer at an animal shelter, and he goes to visit him on occasion so he's made friends with a lot of animal people. This is how he hears about a therapy dog in need of a new forever-home due to complicated circumstances with her former owner, and well... it would be rude not to offer the Lady (Borzoi) a place to stay! He’s surprised by her appearance at first, having expected something more like a golden retriever or some kind of shepherd??? But he's very quickly charmed by her and actually feels more than a little bit of kinship with her no stranger to being long and oddly proportioned, himself-- and they're both doing their best to make it look graceful instead of weird. Since Lady proves to be a sweet and gentle-mannered dog, Papy just sort of...never bothers trying to find other accommodations for her. She’s welcomed wholeheartedly into their home, which she repays with plenty of unconditional love and effortless emotional support!

Lady’s Quirks: Spins in circles when excited, very polite when begging for table scraps, never barks but howls often

#cinaminamin #headcanons #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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shhhushhh1 · 6 years

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Glass Concrete - 10 Years Ago

Polly: All right, punks. The name of the game is Fuck, Marry, Kill. One option one - Celebrity name. Victor, who would you fuck?

Victor: Hmmm… The chicks from Drama on TV!

Devin: There are three of them!

Victor: You said one name, not one person.

Polly: You’re such a dog, Vic! OK, Devin, who would you marry?

Devin: There is only one person on this entire planet I would marry and cherish to my last breath – Matthew Hamming! *swoon*

Polly: Oh, you and your stupid macho Hamming, You’re so predictable…

Devin: Oh, am I? Why don’t you surprise us, Popo? Who would you kill?

Polly: First, I will kill Lola Belle and take her place as the most successful music producer ever known.

Polly: Second, I will marry her boy-toy Kai Leiko to throw dust in people’s eyes.

Polly: And third, I’ll fuck that personal trainer Moxie Logan 24/7. How’s that?

Devin: OMG! You’re a total freak!

Victor: And you call me a DOG! Damn it, Popo!

Polly: I may be a freak, but you two are pricks. Ha!

Devin: Shut up!

Polly: You shut up!

Victor: Be quiet, you fools, or somebody will call the fucking pigs.

Policeman: Good evening, young folks. May I ask you what are you doing out so late after your curfew hour?

Victor: Agh… group studying for a… math test.

Devin: Chemistry…

Polly: Biology…

Victor: *fuck*

Nicolette: *Promise you won’t shout at him. Just promise, honey.*

Patrick: *I won’t. Stop nagging. Jesus!*

Nicolette: Hi, Vic. Where have you been, sweetie? You’ve got us really worried.

Victor: I must have lost track of time. Sorry, guys!

Patrick: You’ve lost track of time??? Or more like you’ve lost your God damned mind! It’s after midnight, you piece of shit! You have school tomorrow! We have to go to work in a few hours!

Victor: Chill out, man!

Patrick: CHILL OUT?!? MAN?!? Have you been smoking marijuana again?!? We already have a drunk in the house so now we are getting a junkie?!?

Nicolette: *oh…my…god*

Patrick: I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD APART! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?

Nicolette: Honey, he understood! Honey, you are really tired and riled up! Please go to bed. I’ll take it from here, OK baby? Victor, let’s get you something to eat.

Victor: OMG! I was late with a couple of hours. What’s his fricking problem?

Nicolette: He just got really worried, Victor, you know him. Listen, sweetie, it’s really late and we are all tired and jumpy, so I’m not planning to chew on you. I know you are a bright young man and I’m sure you have your priorities straight and there is no harm having a little bit fun from time to time. Just know your healthy limit, because of the consequences of overdoing with such substances… just don’t worth it. I should have put my “Trust me, I’m a doctor” t-shirt for that speech, right?

Victor: You don’t have such a t-shirt, Nicky.

Nicolette: It’s a joke, baby… Never mind. Finish your plate and go straight to bed. I’m going to deal with your brother now. Sleep well. Love you.

Victor: Good night, Nick.

Patrick: I’ll kill him next time, I swear to God!

Nicolette: Stop being so harsh with him. He is just a teenager. And he still may hurts. Just come here already, will you?

Patrick: It’s been five years already. Do you want him to turn into father? He should man up like I did. Why are you untying your nightgown? Oh…

Victor: *whispers* Good night, Patrick.

Victor: *whispers* Good night, dad.

Victor: *whispers* Good night, mom.

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#Glass Concrete #10 Years Ago #Bridgeport #Victor Monroe #Polly Maloney #Devin Ashton #Patrick Monroe #Nicolette Monroe #57

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fifthguidedog · 3 years

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Day 21

Tiki did good last night. I was the one who didn't sleep as well as I'd have liked. I guess I slept too much yesterday. I did sleep, it was just waking up a lot and turning over. I woke up after 1,am thinking it was around 4. I got up when my alarm went off at 6 and took Tiki out. Tiki has been pretty happy this morning. She has gotten her Nylabone to chew on several times.

Breakfast was eggs, grits, corn beef hash, bacon, sausage and fruit. I'm pretty picky, so I just had eggs and fruit. beverages were the usual choices.

We fed the dogs after 7. I washed the bowl and took Tiki out to potty.

We didn't have obedience today. We loaded the bus to go to the beach. However, we got a flat tire and ended up switching to vans and went to a bay with a bike path. I wore the wrong shoes though, so ended up sitting at the picnic tables.

The bay was nice to listen too and there was a really nice breeze. I was glad to have my jacket though, since just sitting there was chilly. There were shells around the covered area where the picnic tables were. We then offered the dogs water and loaded back into vans and came back here for lunch.

Lunch was a Cuban sandwich and black bean soup. The sandwich had ham and pork. yeah, I know, an oxy moron, cheese and I believe some sort of onion. It was hard to tell exactly what was on it. The soup had yellow rice in with the beans. There were chips for anyone who didn't want soup. Beverages were the usual options. I had the sandwich and soup.

From 1 to a little after 2, we had a lecture on CPR and first aid. We had a stuffed dog to first practice CPR and first-aid on. We learned where to do compressions, how to close the mouth for breaths and how to feel the femoral artery for a pulse. The we practiced applying pressure and how to wrap a paw or whatnot with gauze. We also learned how to use some felt or other cloth material to make a make shift muzzle. They also passed around a cloth muzzle you can carry with you. A muzzle is for when your dog is injured and to minimize you getting injured when trying to assess and tend to injuries until you got to a vet. I'm glad I learned these things, since I've never known any of them before. OH and we went over what to do when a dog is choking and how to do the Heimlich on a dog. It was very informative.

Food was brought around after 3, but Tiki was ready by 2:30. She whined some before it arrived. "Quiet" helped some. I don't think another dog barking helped though. Then I offered her some water and took her out.

We had obedience after 4:30. We practiced a down stay and then getting the dog to sit from that position. Then reversed it and had the dogs lay down from a sit stay. Tiki did it perfectly today!! I was so proud of her!! Then the instructor approached each of us with a squeaky toy and tried to offer it to our dog in all sorts of scenarios. Tiki did excellent and paid it no mind. Then when we heeled them in, she tried distracting them with it again. Tiki again ignored it perfectly. I think this was the best obedience lesson we've had so far.

Dinner was a Caribbean theme. We had jerked chicken seasoned with a Caribbean seasoning, rice and beans, butter broccoli, butternut squash and sweet potatoes. We started it off with an apple slaw. I had the slaw, chicken and rice and beans. It was good, but I'll probably be having popcorn later. Drinks were the usual beverages.

I took Tiki out at 7 and offered her water. Then she went out for her last park at 9. She got her belly rub and it's bed time for us both.

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keichanz · 7 years

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Doggy Daycare

I felt like writing something to go with this cute headcanon of mine.

Suggestions for titles are welcome because Idk wtf to call this lmao “Doggy Daycare” will most likely be temporary unless y’all think it’s a good fit. So lemme know!

“Please, Kaede,” Sango begged the old priestess as she cradled sick two year old Satomi in her arms, whimpers of discomfort and agitation escaping her mouth. Her eyes and cheeks were wet with tears and her skin was too hot to the touch. Nearby her sister and twin Satori sat quietly by herself, playing with some toys and oblivious to her mother’s distress. She looked up, curious, when the reed mat to the elder woman’s hut was swept aside and she gave the newcomer a big grin as she waved a tiny fist in greeting.

“I promise she won’t be any trouble. Satori has already eaten, and will most likely want to take a nap soon.” Kaede sighed and closed her eyes and desperate, Sango forged on. “It would only be for a few hours,” she continued, absently rocking her daughter in her arms and pausing briefly to brush a damp curl of hair away from her forehead. “Miroku has Hitoshi while he’s preforming blessings today and Satori likes to wander and he’d have to keep an eye on her so he’d be distracted—”

“Sango,” the old priestess intervened gently and sighed again. The sound caused Sango’s shoulders to slump because she knew what it meant. “I am truly sorry, my dear, but Izabel is due to have her child any moment know, and I must be there to help with the delivery. Rin is visiting Lord Sesshomaru and Shippou is off training for his exams so they are not here to assist.” Her weathered face was genuinely apologetic as she gazed at the stressed mother and her ill child. Satomi whimpered again and her heart ached at the sound; Kaede truly wished she could watch the young one while Sango tended to her sick child without distractions, but the fact was, she did not have the time. “Mayhap Mizuki can watch her?”

Sango made a sound borne of aggravation and despair. “She’s assisting Kinso with the livestock today so she can’t, either.” Accepting that there was no one to watch her healthy daughter while she tended to and cared for her sick twin, Sango closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, failing to notice the red-clad figure, who’d been standing silently during their conversation, casually stride up behind a suddenly beaming Satori. “What am I going to do? If Satori is around Satomi too much, I’m afraid she’ll end up ill as well, plus I can’t tend to Satomi with her sister there as—”

“I’ll do it.”

Sango whipped her head around, mouth agape, and watched as clawed hands reached down and plucked her daughter from the floor to cradle her tiny frame in one strong arm. Satori squealed in delight and gripped a small handful of scarlet firerat. “Doggy,” she laughed, waving her other hand around merrily before tangling a small hand in the silver hair that hung over his shoulder.

Kaede smiled knowingly while Sango blinked, bit her lip and stared thoughtfully at her daughter in the half-demon’s arms. “Inuyasha…are you sure? You really don’t have to, I can probably get Miroku and—”

“It’s fine, Sango,” Inuyasha cut her off, his eyes soft as he gazed at the child in his arms. Satori giggled and tugged at his beads. “I don’t mind. S’not like I’m doing anything, and you need to take care of your kid. I’ll keep the runt busy.” Satori grinned at him and lifted a hand to grab at his nose. Inuyasha quirked one of his own, tucked his teeth behind his lips and mouthed her tiny hand. His ears flattened at her squeal of laughter but his low chuckle was easily heard by the two other adults in the hut.

With her eyes suspiciously bright and her heart thoroughly melted, Sango bit her lip and then hedged, “Well…if you’re sure, Inuyasha…”

The half-demon grunted and waved a hand. “Keh. We’ll be fine, right squirt?” Inuyasha gently poked her nose and the tot’s eyes crossed briefly before she giggled and wrapped her tiny fingers around the digit, giving him a big, gummy smile. His chest constricted and he swallowed the lump that developed in his throat.

This time Sango’s shoulders slumped in relief and she sighed before giving her friend a truly grateful smile. “I really appreciate this, Inuyasha. Thank you so much.” She got to her feet and tucked the blanket more securely around her fitfully sleeping daughter. “I don’t know how long it will take for her fever to break after I give her the medicine Kaede made, but—”

Inuyasha shrugged. “Just concentrate on getting your kid better. I’ll keep her for however long is needed.” They both turned their gaze to the child in his arms; Satori was currently chewing on Inuyasha’s finger and since his claws were blunted, Sango wasn’t worried. She knew they were only deadly from the amount of force he put behind his attacks.

Sango nodded and sent him another genuinely grateful look before stepping forward to kiss her daughter’s soft cheek and then scurrying out of the hut, Kaede’s medicine tucked within her robes. “Mama go?” Satori piped up and opened and closed her hand in the classic “bye-bye” gesture.

“Yeah, Mama go, but she’ll be back. It’s just me and you now, kiddo.” Turning, Inuyasha said his goodbyes to the oddly silent but smiling Kaede before ducking out of the hut as well. “Your sister is sick and your mom’s gotta take care of her.” With her tucked into his arm, Inuyasha strolled through the village with no real destination in mind.

Satori blinked. “Ick,” she said and played with the black string that stretched across his chest.

“Sick,” Inuyasha repeated slowly as he stepped out of the path of one of the villagers tugging a cart behind him. The man grinned at the child in his arms and kept going.

Satori babbled something he couldn’t understand and twisted her little body around so she could watch the man walk away. “Ick,” she chirped again and pointed after the man, turning her wide brown eyes back to him. “Buh.”

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow as the corners of his lips twitched upward. “Man. Cart.”

The two year old blinked and turned her gaze back to the retreating villager. “Mah.”

Chuckling, Inuyasha shook his head. “Close enough, kiddo.”

He continued through the village with his precious cargo and Satori pointed at everything she could see: women doing laundry, other children playing and laughing, and the men working out in the fields. Inuyasha would pause and explain to her what it was, then patiently repeat himself when she attempted to say it back to him. She absolutely loved it whenever someone would walk up and starting cooing and telling how adorable she is, to which the two-year old always gave them her biggest and brightest smile. She melted hearts wherever she went and her squeals of laughter were constant, but never unwelcome as it echoed throughout the village.

Inuyasha stared down at the child in his arms with raised eyebrows and tickled her tummy with his claws. Satori giggled and grasped at his hand. “If I didn’t know any better, runt, I swear you’re being a giant ham on purpose so you’ll get more attention. Am I right?”

The tot grinned, lifted her gaze higher and released another squeal as he deliberately wiggled his ears once he realized where her eyes were. “Doggy!” She clapped her hands and did she just bat her eyes at him?

Inuyasha snorted. “Think you’re so cute, eh?” He tickled her sides and Satori squirmed in his arm, laughing as she tried to push away his hand. Her mirth attracted another group of women, these ones more around Kagome’s age, and they all fawned over the “adorable baby girl” and meanwhile Satori is soaking it all in, smiling happily and babbling nonsense at them. Inuyasha watched the whole thing in amusement but couldn’t hide his slight wince or prevent his ears from pinning against his head when the girls all gave high pitched squeals of their own when Satori blinked and promptly started chewing on the sleeve of her caretaker’s suikan.

“Hey,” Inuyasha half-heartedly protested. “You’re slobberin’ all over my firerat, runt.” Despite his words, he didn’t pull her current chew toy away. Satori waved a fist at him and babbled. He sighed and kept walking, thinking he’d have to start making some toys the twins could gnaw on if they were teething.

He didn’t get very far before a dog barking off to the side somewhere drew the child’s attention and the half-demon watched as the kid’s eyes grew round, his sleeve dropped from her mouth and she started babbling excitedly while squiring around, leaning her weight forward and it didn’t take Inuyasha long to figure out what she wanted. He knelt down and set her on her feet and at once Satori made a beeline for the dog, toddling over to it as fast as her little legs could take her and Inuyasha followed closely behind.

“Doggy!” she squealed and tossed her arms around the canine’s neck. The dog started licking away at her face, tail wagging wildly behind him and Satori’s peals of laughter rang throughout the village once again. Inuyasha crossed his arms and watched with a grin as the dog’s owner, a boy about Kohoku’s age came over and knelt down so he could keep his dog still as the child pet it.

“Inuyasha.”

His ear flicked and said half-demon turned his head to find Miroku approaching with his dozing son in his arms. The monk smiled in greeting at them then turned his attention to his daughter, still petting the dog and laughing as tried to crawl on top of her. His face softened. “Are you watching her today?”

Inuyasha nodded and focused his attention back to his best friend’s kid. “Satomi’s got a fever,” he said in answer. “Told Sango I’d watch her sister for a bit while she tends to her since Kaede’s busy today and you’re doing blessings.”

Miroku’s brows dipped in worry. “Fever?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry, it’s not serious. I didn’t smell anything severe and Kaede gave her some medication. She’ll be fine in a few hours.”

His friend’s face relaxed and he nodded, relieved. “I see. That’s good to hear.” His child’s soft “oomph” drew his gaze back to her and he released a chuckle to find her sitting on the ground and the dog happily sprawled across her tiny lap, asking for belly rubs. Taeko, the dog’s owner, showed her how to stroke the dog’s belly and Satori followed suit. Miroku grinned. “I see she already has you bending to her every little whim.”

Inuyasha snorted but didn’t deny it and she must have heard her father’s voice, because Satori looked back at them and smiled wild. “Papa!” she squealed and not at all to Inuyasha’s surprise she pushed herself to her feet and zoomed over to him, dog forgotten.

Miroku chuckled and knelt down to kiss his daughter’s forehead. “Are you being good for Uncle Inuyasha?” Inuyasha snorted again at the title but he ignored him.

Satori beamed. “Goo’!”

The monk nodded in approval. “That’s my girl. Papa has to go and bless a few more homes, so keep being good for your uncle and I’ll see you tonight. Hug for Papa?” He held out his free arm and smiled at her.

Satori blinked her big eyes at him, said “’Kay, bye,” then promptly turned around and toddled over to Inuyasha, stretching her arms up and bouncing on her feet.

Inuyasha couldn’t hide his grin as he swooped her up into his arms while Miroku gave his daughter a deadpan stare. “Betrayed by my own child,” he murmured and his half-demon friend snickered, unsympathetic.

“Sorry, monk,” Inuyasha said, not sounding sorry at all as he shifted Satori into one arm and ruffled her hair with his other hand. She giggled and tried to catch the appendage. “The dog wins this time. Right, squirt?”

“Doggy!” More giggling.

Heaving a sigh, though not without a smile, Miroku straightened and shifted Hitoshi to his other arm. He remained asleep, oblivious. “Regardless of my daughter’s questionable choice in caretakers,” he said then shamelessly grinned at his half-demon friend’s mock growl of annoyance. “Thank you for watching her, Inuyasha. I’m sure Sango truly appreciates the help.”

Inuyasha shrugged even as a light blush stole across his cheeks. “Keh. Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, and Sango needs to watch over Satomi without having to keep this one outta trouble. And besides…” He paused, hesitated, and his words were quiet when he admitted, “It…might be the only time I can…” He cleared his throat and ducked his head, hiding his pained expression.

Miroku’s face softened in understanding even as a pang of sorrow for his close friend stabbed his heart. He clamped a hand down on his shoulder and squeezed, lowering his voice as he responded, “Do not lose faith, Inuyasha. She will return, and I know someday you shall be as happy as Sango and I.”

Inuyasha didn’t say anything but he gave a curt nod and his grip on the little girl tightened slightly. Satori made a little noise, wiggled around and laid her head on his shoulder with a gusty sigh. His throat tightened and he briefly closed his eyes.

With his heart truly aching for his half-demon friend, Miroku squeezed his shoulder again, kissed his daughter one last time then left to continue his blessings.

Sucking in a breath, Inuyasha regained his bearings and with a nod of thanks to the Taeko and his dog, he turned and continued through the village, thinking to find a quiet spot now that Satori was tuckered out from all the attention she received today and from petting a dog. Inuyasha chuckled to himself. “Tough work being a runt, huh?” he asked her and Satori yawned. “Alright,” Inuyasha said and veered of the path to find one of his favorite lounging trees. “Time to go rest a while.”

Ten minutes later Inuyasha reached one of the trees he liked to sit in and watch over the village but instead of bounding into its branches – he was positive Sango wouldn’t be pleased if she found him like that with her small daughter – he sank down against the trunk and settled Satori in his lap. She sighed and curled up against him, turning toward his stomach and grabbing a fistful of his firerat in her tiny hand before going still, already sleeping peacefully. Inuyasha’s chest constricted again as he tenderly brushed a curl of hair away from her face with gentle fingers, letting himself desperately wish, just for a moment, that it was his child dozing so trustingly against him.

Then he sighed, gave a crooked smile and leaned back against the tree, content to allow his “niece” to nap against him.

It was close to dusk by the time Sango found them and the sight that greeted her warmed her heart and elicited a fond, loving smile to spread across her features. Her precious Satori was curled up in Inuyasha’s lap, one hand clutching his firerat and the other was wrapped around of his fingers as she slept undisturbed. The half-demon was staring out over the village, relaxed, a pensive look on his face though his ears were trained toward her so she knew he was aware of her presence. He’d probably smelled her long before she crested the tiny knoll.

Striding quietly up to them, she sank down beside her friend and daughter, reaching out to touch her soft cheek.

“How’s Satomi?” His voice was quiet.

“Her fever’s gone,” she replied just as quietly, keeping her gaze on the slumbering child. “She’s finally sleeping peacefully now. Miroku’s with her and Hitoshi now.”

Inuyasha nodded. “Good.” He turned his gaze down to the tot in his lap and that same warmth he’d been feeling all day spread throughout his chest again. He swallowed thickly and brushed his thumb across the back of the hand that loosely circled his finger, the touch whisper soft. “Sango,” he began and Sango lifted her gaze to stare inquisitively at him. Inuyasha paused and ducked his head as his cheeks reddened. “Do you think…I can…”

With an inkling as to what he was trying to say, Sango’s expression softened and she smiled encouragingly. “Yes, Inuyasha?”

“…Can I…would it be aright if I…did this again? If you ever need anybody to watch them, I mean. It’s fine if you’d rather I didn’t, I understand—”

“Inuyasha,” Sango gently interjected and placed a hand on his arm. Inuyasha snapped his jaw shut and tensed. Her smile widened. “Of course it’s alright. The children love you, and it’s nice knowing that Miroku and I have someone we know, trust wholeheartedly, and can rely on.”

His flush deepened and he cleared his throat. “…Do they?”

Sango cocked her head. “Do they what?”

He didn’t say anything, but Sango had a good idea what he meant anyway and her heart ached for her friend’s loneliness; she had to fight back sudden tears and she blinked rapidly and she cleared her throat. “Miroku tells me she completely ignored him when he asked for a hug and went over to you to be picked up instead. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.” She chuckled and was gratified to Inuyasha’s shoulders relax somewhat and she caught the slight, relieved curl of his mouth.

“…Thanks, Sango,” he breathed, so softly she almost didn’t hear it and she had to control the urge to toss her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

She settled for placing her hand on his and squeezing. “No, Inuyasha. Thank you.”

“Keh.” He lifted his head and revealed his usual cocky grin and Sango knew he would be okay. Gently he lifted the dozing Satori into his arms and offered her to her mother. Sango smiled, shook her head and stood up. Surprised, but secretly pleased, Inuyasha stood to his feet as well, careful not to wake the toddler, and together the two walked to the little family’s home where Miroku and Satori’s siblings awaited.

“Four,” Sango suddenly piped up and Inuyasha sent her a frown of confusion.

“Four what?” he asked, curious.

Her smile was suspiciously innocent. “Children.”

Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed slightly and dared to ask further, “…What children?”

He instantly regretted it when her smile turned sly and the sidelong glance she cast him was decidedly impish. “Well, yours and Kagome’s, of course.”

Inuyasha reared back, eyes wide and face red. “Wh-what—”

“Miroku thinks she’ll bless you with three children, but I think four’s a good, solid number. Two girls and two boys. What do you think?” Her grin was positively wicked now.

Inuyasha choked and faltered in his steps slightly, his grip tightening reflexively on the child in his arms. Blessedly, she remained asleep, oblivious. “D-dammit, Sango—!”

The young mother’s pleased laughter rang clear throughout the village and she didn’t need to look back to know that, despite the annoyed grumbling and growls she could hear coming from her dear friend, there was a secret little smile curing his lips upward as he pictured four little toddlers, two girls and two boys, with tiny puppy ears atop their heads and their mother, caramel eyes bright and laughing, as she gathered them into her arms.

“Inuyasha!”

A smirk. “What, wench?”

A sigh. “What did I tell you about swearing around the children? I had to explain to Izayoi what ‘shit’ means and that it’s a bad word and shouldn’t be repeated.” A forced pout, lips twitching.

Clawed hands caught shapely hips and dragged her closer. “Oops.”

Brown eyes narrowed as soft, pink lips fought against a smile. “Don’t ‘oops’ me. You know how perceptive Ryota is, it won’t be long before he’s—”

“Kagome.”

“What?”

“Shut up.”

“What—”

Lips covered her own, warm, lazy, confident, and her blissful sigh was drowned by his deep, happy growl.

“Inuyasha? Are you okay?”

Inuyasha blinked as his impromptu daydream faded out to be replaced with reality. He quickly realized he’d stopped walking and was just standing and staring into space while Sango had paused ahead of him, her expression one of concern.

Shaking his head, he released a sigh, glanced down at the babe slumbering peacefully in his arms, and a small but genuine smile slowly turned his mouth upwards. “Yeah, Sango,” he replied softly and touched Satori’s downy cheek.

“I’m okay.”

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rvb-junior · 7 years

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Anonymous ask: do you have any pets? What are their names? Why do you keep them? What got you into keeping them? Do you have any future pet plans? 💖💖

Ok anon do u really wanna get into this convo? Itll take a while.

Okay so im at college so rn the only pets with me are my fishb a male halfmoon plakat named Cosmos Florence the second, a nerite snail named Nertb and a black mystery named Onyx. I keep them because god man i just. I just love em so much ya know? Its like. I have this little ball of hate and rage in my dorm who has such a beautiful personality and then to complement that i have these chill snaild who r just trying really hard. Back home we have even more pets and oh man oh man i love them?? They are what love and joy looks like?? We have my dogs, cat, turtle, lizards, birds, hairless guinea pigs, fish, and chickens.

The chickens are named Short Bread and Oreo bevause of how they looked when they were younger. Oreo is a little spunkyer that Short bread while i think short bread is a little…. Confused? Yeah just generally confused by everything.

We have Mr. T, our full grown, healthy red ear slider who lives in a small pond in the back yard with a few feeder fish he never ate. Those fish have grown to be his pals and he just. Hase never eaten them.

Then we have the birds, Able, who likes to tell at you if u look at her to long. Her hobbys are chewing through toys as she is hanging from them and being suprised when she falls. We then have Birbank, named after the airport my dad found him at, who lives very closely with his bf Ruby. Birbank is a grey and white cockatiel and Ruby is a green Indian Ringneck. They had being more than 2 feet apart for longer than 2 seconds and often u will find Ruby yelling when Birbank flys somewhere he cant go (ruby doesnt know how to fly) and birbank screaming when he realises the mistake he made. Ruby likes to give people kisses and is a lover, not a fighter. Birbank likes to hiss at peanuts and ignore everything besides Ruby. Next we have our Canary, Mango whos fav food is blue berrys and kale. He likes to sing when he hears trumpets and my flute. He has a club foot so when we adopted him the bird rescue we got him from was relived because no one else would take him. He is the most graceful flying bird i have ever seen! Finally we have the zebra finch named Shimmy. When we first adopted him he had a super bad plucking problem and was almost completly bald but hes doing much better now, aggressivly peeping when he hears the canary.

Okay now we have 2 lizards, a leopard gecko named Romeo and a crested gecko named Gargoyle. Romeo is a sweet boi with a chubby tail who loves his crickets fast and his meal worms slow. He has one of those reptile hammocks but he prefers climding his cave more. Gargoyle is a sweet girl who will only eat her food when it starts to harden again for some reason. We dont know why but she does and shes kinda a butt. But ya gotta love her!

Our cat’s name is Figaro and she’s currently bald. She had to get shaved, the vet said shes getting up in her years so when she stopped grooming for a month and got matts in her long fur they said she had basicly cat arthritis. Shes doing good and her hobbies are (well atleast when i was home) meowing in my mouth at 3 am to tell me she ate all her food and wanted more.

Wr have 5 dogs so just get ready for that. All our dogs but 1 is a rescue. Coal is a chow/black lab mix. She was adopted as a pup from a local animal rescue and she kniws the mist tricks. Shes a good girl who likes hugs, treats, and when u massage her face. Her favorite toy is a yellow stick that she will bring to you when asked. Shes the second youngest! Lily is the youngest, i sometiems call her satan but only because she is a trickster! You will turn around and shell be on the table eating food, stealing anything from coal, and trying to think up world domination. She and Coal are super close, when we got her Coal went all MaMa dog and now they are inseparable. What makes it better is that Lily is a half Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix so shes tiny next to Coal. Our third youngest is Scarlet, wr think shes the product of a long hair Chihuahua and a deer head Chihuahua. Shes a primadonna who enjoys her alone time and pets. She also like to be held, mainly like a baby so u can hold her and tub her tum. She also REALLY LIKES CAR RIDES like man even going to the vet shes jazzed. Second oldest is Vinnie, a pug my bro ham adopted. Hes super sweet and good he likes face squishes and whrn he naps his tail uncurles. He stands very proper like hes a gentleman and likes to sit on ur feat. He has a grain allergy so he eats special grain free food. Next we have the oldest of our dogs MY SWEET BABY GIRL GIGI. shes my sun and moon. We got gigi when i was 8 and when i was 10 my sister went to college, leaving her for me to takr care of. And well, shes literally the most important thing in the world to me. My sister got her from a breader (which i dont like cus dogs in shelters need homes) but shes a Brussels Griffon so the breader croped her ears and tail. I DO NOT CONDONE THE PRACTICE OF CROPPING AND PART OF A DOG UNLESS SUGGESTED BY A VET, SOME DOGS GET THEIR TAILS CROPPED BECAUS ETHEY BREAK BONES IN THEM AND THAT IS THE ONLY CROPPING I CONDONE. Her ears were cropped lopsidedb and improperly which brought many problems to her later on. She developed many ear infections that have caused her to scratch her ears until they bleed, has had medication for 3 different ear infections, and has almost no ear canal left. Her vet has told us she is almost deef. Also as she got older she got chronic dry eye and takes medicated eye drops for it but shes fine as long as she has those. She needs loud or sharp sounds to get her attention so i trained her to respond to clapping, whistling (which i do very loudly) and snapping fingers. She is a sweet heartb adn a super velcro dog! I cried for three days after i had to go to college and they drive her up to visit me. When im home she goes looking for me if im out of site for 2 minutes, will wait at the bathroom door for me, stare up the stairs when i go to shower, and press her face against closed doors she knows i went through. Whne she does the last thing i have to drum my fingers on the door so she knows to move back before i open it. I miss her horribly and i skype her almost every day, she gets super excited! The first few days i was gone she actually wouldnt stop barking at night. Shes also a cuddle baby and she doesnt sleep unless she is touching me ao it was probably rough for her. I miss her but ill be able to see her in october when i go to my sisters wedding.

The fish! Okay so my mother has a 75 gallon gold fish aquarium and a 30 gallon in the garage with nithing in it yet (shes thinking tetras). The gold fish tank has 2 butter fly tails and some bristle nose plecos. It also has many a snail rn! A friend of ours dismantled a large aquarium of his own ( he is going through a very hard time financially and im hoping everything works out for him) and gave us the plecos and snails. The snails are 3 rabbit snailsb one nerite (he gave us 2 but the other is with my betta) a few black mysteries, and a golden apple who i named Big Mama.

Lemme tell u about big mama real fast. I call her this because, first of all shes a full grown golden appleb second of all because shes a mama. He had a live planted tank thich included a moss ball he has been taking care of for 5 year, its the size of my head and when we put it in the 75 gallon it because the main pice of the tank. What we found out later was that Big Mama had made her family in ut and we have abou 20 BABY GOLDEN APPLES IN THERE ALONE!! He also gave us an anibius fern which i put in my betta’s tank and after getting to college and living hear for a few weeks i found out there were eggs on it because I KNOW HAVE MANY A BABY GOLDEN APPLE. these ones tho r much smaller than the moss ball ones, mine being hatchlings and those being the size of a finger nail. But anyway they have grown large enough where i can tell they r not pest snails and i will be rehoming them to other fish keepers in my dorms once they get a little bigger.

My mom has 3 hairless guinea pigs. Did you know that at petco people tend to walk in and drop off pets they “just dont want any more”? Well it hapoens a lot and my mom fell in love with them instantly. We have Billy, the oldest, Piggy, the middle in age, and sweet baby Bear who is small and young. They are all good boys and are doing very well so far in their new home! My mom had already owned billy and was looking into getting him friends, (guinea pigs live friends! They actually should be kept in atleast pairs but we were not aware at first, now we know better) all three of them are being slowly introduced! Bear and Piggy already live together but we dont want to rush this process and put billy right into the mix, that would probably be the worst think. They are slowly beibg acclimated to eachother.

I guess you could say i love pets because they are sweet and wonderful. I keep most of them because i know i can care for them, that i have the space, and the resources. I have the time and the will to foster a loving home for all my pets, and so does my family. Animals are a big part of my life and i love all of them with all my heart.

My future plans? Well nothing soon! Im in a dorm so Cosmos and his snail friends are all ivr got planed rn. But i hope to, onece in the distante future, get a tank with a school of danionella dracula in it, they are tiny fishb only getting half an inch in side. But id need a good tank for them since they school about 12 and id like to do the whome thing live plants (i also want one of those rimless aquatiums hnnnnnnnngh) i hope to upgrade cosmos to a larger aquarium b currently hes in a 2.5 which is enough for a betta, sure, but id rather he be in a 5 gallon. But really? I just wanna go home n be with GiGi more than anything.

Thank you for the ask!

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syxkat · 7 years

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1-150 ;)

This is so overdue BUT here u go❤️1:Name- Katerina 2:Age- 173:3 Fears- praying mantises4:3 things I love- my girlfriend, my friends, my dogs, eating, music5:4 turn ons- chewing on random things, confidence, good sense of style 6:4 turn offs- being mean to your parents or pets, chewing with your mouth open, bad body odor7:My best friend- my friend Nichole, my girlfriend @flowercoasts, and my bff @plumppeachprincess8:Sexual orientation- gay maybe bi9:My best first date- never had a real date10:How tall am I?- 5'8"11:What/Who do I miss?- my dad and sisters that live in another state 12:What time was I born?- I think around 4 pm13:Favourite color- mint green and purple 14:Do I have a crush?- yeah this girl I'm dating is pretty cool I guess15:Favourite quote- "if a man has no sauce than he is lost, but the same man can become lost in the sauce."16:Favourite place- golf courses at night??? Don't ask me why they have good vibes 17:Favourite food- any and all seafood, and fried rice 18:Do I use sarcasm?- sometimes 19:What am I listening to right now?- this probably means what song I'm into but all I can think about is the loud ass lawnmower outside my house20:First thing I notice in a new person- their sense of humor21:Shoe size- 8 1/222:Eye color- brown23:Hair color- brown 24:Favourite style of clothing- I really only wear flannels and tank tops 25:Ever done a prank call?- yeah.... I'm sorry Pizza Hut...they didn't have goat cheese and bean sprout...27:Meaning behind my URL- I play a lot of roadhog 28:Favourite movie- spirit: stallion of the cimmaron29:Favourite song- right now it's either daydreamin' by Ariana grande or love on the brain by Rihanna 30:Favourite band- is Cher Lloyd a band 31:How I feel right now- tired but content 32:Someone I love- my good and wonderful girlfriend 33:My current relationship status- taken34:My relationship with my parents- my mom is one of my best friends35:Favourite holiday- thanksgiving I love to EAT36:Tattoos and piercings i have- none37:Tattoos and piercings i want- I want to re-pierce my nose and probably get a partial sleeve on one arm. and a shoulder tattoo38:The reason I joined Tumblr- I saw something funny on my friends account 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?- no40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?- yeah 😊41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?- unfortunately not 😞42:When did I last hold hands?- like 2 hours ago with one of my friends43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?- 35 minutes 44:Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?- nope45:Where am I right now?- in my bed46:If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?- probably my friend Nichole 47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?- reasonable or else I get Noxious Stimuli™48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?- yeah 49:Am I excited for anything?- to go see my girlfriend in a few weeks 😄😄50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?- no51:How often do I wear a fake smile?- probably never if I'm unhappy I'll look as mad as I can 52:When was the last time I hugged someone?- today while my friend was hugging her boyfriend and I was like "I gotta get in on this here I come"53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?- that's fine 54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?- not that I'm aware of 55:What is something I disliked about today?- some kid was spinning his fidget spinner on his desk and it was loud and annoying and I was feeling ...rather hostile...56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?- Zoe Saldana 57:What do I think about most?- my girlfriend... every god damn second of the day 58:What’s my strangest talent?- I can pick lots of things up with my feet and make various weird noises59:Do I have any strange phobias?- no60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?- behind I like to record and take pictures of things 61:What was the last lie I told?- "I'm not gay mom" 62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?- video chatting 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?- maybe and yes 64:Do I believe in magic?- maybe???? I really don't think about it 65:Do I believe in luck?- not really???? This is making me have a CRISIS 66:What’s the weather like right now?- well it's 103 degrees and I'm in the middle of the desert so yeah I love it67:What was the last book I’ve read?- secret life of bees by sue monk kidd68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?- jesus no it's my worst enemy 69:Do I have any nicknames?- Katie I guess??? Everyone calls me that instead of Katerina 70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?- broke my skull on a tennis court 71:Do I spend money or save it?- spend it....72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?- no 73:Is there anything pink within 10 ft from me?- yeah some colored ping pong balls im not sure why though 74:Favourite animal?- crocodiles and squid 75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?- FaceTiming 76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?- Peterson 77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?- Temperature by Sean Paul 78:How can you win my heart?- by being @flowercoasts79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?- bye bitch80:What is my favorite word?- snatched 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr- I don't know probably porn blogs 82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?- butthole83:Do I have any relatives in jail?- yeah 84:What superpower would I have?- shapeshifting is by far my favorite 85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?- 86:What is my current desktop picture?- a picture of tracer with crying Michael Jordan's face photoshopped onto it87:Had sex?- yeah88:Bought condoms?- yeah but not for myself 89:Gotten pregnant?- no90:Failed a class?- no91:Kissed a boy?- yeah92:Kissed a girl?- yeah93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?- no94:Had job?- yeah95:Left the house without my wallet?- yeah96:Bullied someone on the internet?- I once told this girl on facebook that I was gonna eat her babies in like 7th grade97:Had sex in public?- .....kind of????98:Played on a sports team?- yeah football and softball99:Smoked weed?- yeah100:Did drugs?- no101:Smoked cigarettes?- no102:Drank alcohol?- yeah103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?- no but I was for like 3 months a few years ago lmao104:Been overweight?- I'm really heavy but I wouldn't say I was overweight??? 105:Been underweight?- nopeeeee 106:Been to a wedding?- yeah my moms and I had to dance with my new weird step dad 107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?- oh yes108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?- Oh Yes109:Been outside my home country?- no110:Gotten my heart broken?- no111:Been to a professional sports game?- yeah I've been to a baseball game it was terrible 112:Broken a bone?- yeah like 12113:Cut myself?- not on purpose 114:Been to prom?- yeah115:Been in airplane?- yeah116:Fly by helicopter?- yeah 117:What concerts have I been to?- none118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?- yeah for my entire LIFE119:Learned another language?- kinda 120:Wore make up?- yeah 121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?- yeah122:Had oral sex?-yeah god damn these are really gettin into DETAIL123:Dyed my hair?- no124:Voted in a presidential election?- no125:Rode in an ambulance?- yeah126:Had a surgery?- no 127:Met someone famous?- I meet god in my dreams 128:Stalked someone on a social network?- not really129:Peed outside?- all the time 130:Been fishing?- yeah I'm not a fan 131:Helped with charity?- yeah132:Been rejected by a crush?- yeah133:Broken a mirror?- yeah I slammed into that bitch134:What do I want for birthday?- to go to my girlfriends house 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?- one and Alexandria 136:Was I named after anyone?- yeah my great grandma 137:Do I like my handwriting?- I don't really care but I know it's super bad 138:What was my favourite toy as a child?- Kim possible and avatar the last air bender139:Favourite Tv Show?- I haven't watched any recently but it's probably the legend of korra 140:Where do I want to live when older?- in Las Vegas or somewhere in California 141:Play any musical instrument?- guitar 142:One of my scars, how did I get it?- cut my elbow open on a random glass shard in my bathtub while I was drunk143:Favourite pizza toping?- pineapple and ham😎144:Am I afraid of the dark?- no I love it 145:Am I afraid of heights?- not really I'm pretty good with being in high places 146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?- got caught by my mom coming home with McDonalds at 2 am and she was like ....you didn't even get me anything 147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?- every time I take a math test148:What I’m really bad at- showing someone I really like them without being weird. 149:What my greatest achievements are- uhhhh getting best lineman in football, my ACT score, Gettin a smokin' gf150:What I’d do if I won the lottery- buy houses for all my friends. I'm talking the whole street and we're all gonna be neighbors. Buy my mom a house in the Bahamas

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Jack Zimmermann + Stanley the Dog

You: would you like to talk about my chicken tender boye? Stranger: god yes You: nice. You: give him a dog You: like a good golden retriever Stranger: agreed !!!!!

Stranger: agreed !!!!! Stranger: his name is stanley because jack is kinda basic You: omg yes Stranger: but jack is also 110% Stranger: so he gets his dog bowl modeled after the Cup You: omg I love this Stranger: "this is stanley and stanley's cup" You: he gets a bed to sleep on You: and its all black and round like a puck You: and some times they play soccer or just street hockey Stranger: jack tucks himself in bed and thinks once again, "am i too deep into hockey? .....nah" You: but he's really scared to play street hockey bcuz he might wack his pup Stranger: omg Stranger: jack accidentally steps on his paw and he is upset for days Stranger: "he trusted me...." You: he calls shitty and is like "did I just cross my dog?" You: "he probably doesn't think I'm a good owner." Stranger: and his puppy senses jack's distress Stranger: and hops up on the couch and plops his big ol head on jack's thigh You: he puts his head on jacks thighs when he's Stranger: YES Stranger: see we are connected You: great minds think alike Stranger: i came here trying to find a ransom for our group chat but this is much better Stranger: continue You: omg You: okok You: my big boye Stan likes to play with jacks shoe laces when he's not home Stranger: the equivalent of georgia martin getting distracted by jack&bitty when trying to recruit jack You: and jack can't get mad at him Stranger: & omg Stranger: ok what if....... Stranger: stanley chews up jack's yellow sneakers Stranger: bitty: BLESS !!!! You: Jack: I'll just buy new ones Stranger: literally You: Jack: maybe he was chewing on my shoes bcuz he's tried of his old toys Stranger: stanley gets spoiled You: thus he goes to chewy.com and raids the website of its toys You: yes Stranger: "honey.... you realized you basically converted the guest room into the dogs room?" Stranger: "guests get the couch or balcony now." You: he jogs with his dog every day and even brings those doggie water bottles to share with his dog You: bcuz he will not let his boye drink puddle water at all Stranger: "does stanley really have his own engraved hydro flask???" Stranger: "i don't judge your lifestyle bittle" You: BEST Stranger: side note: hydro flasks are amazing ,,,, continue You: Stanley doesn't have the best puppy dog eyes like they're just kinda like goofy You: but it melts jacks heart and is like You: "okay just this once" and gives him a bit of his ham from a sandwich or something You: but like You: constantly Stranger: bitty chirps the dog to death because he's jealous of all this love stanley gets (he of course adores him as well but.....jack.... i was here first") Stranger: "nate would be disappointed you gave him that sandwich" You: omg You: stanley tries to walk in between bitty's legs just for fun Stranger: stanley is one of those dogs that like to sleep under blankets too Stranger: bitty thinks he's spooning jack Stranger: but nope! You: big fluffy boy in coming trying to trip b You: stanley will take up 75% of the bed Stranger: big fluffy boy always tripping B You: like jack and bitty are sleeping having a nice time and then they kinda wake up squished to wall or something You: stanley has his own bed but he's like "lmao we're a big ol happy pack lemme just take up all the room :)" Stranger: kissing in the living room just doesn't happen anymore Stranger: & that's legit my dog You: jack and bitty sit down on the couch trying to eat some pop corn or just kinda chill You: and stanley jumps on their laps and expects belly rubs Stranger: when jack and bitty are smoochin stanley wants IN. he will butt his head in between arms and legs to get his head pet You: yes Stranger: gosh yes Stranger: and what about those Dog Parks You: this is a pure chat and I love it You: omg Stranger: after stanley ,, they're jack's new hobby Stranger: he's always wanted to go but without a dog that's just Weird You: "is your dog chill." You: "ma'am, is your dog. chill." Stranger: oh my god Stranger: jack tries to go all the time and there's a small community of people always There Stranger: jack befriends them all Stranger: sometimes they gossip about other Owners Stranger: "jack russell? more like jerk russell. that dog is always causing a commotion" Stranger: "haha" You: fucking You: best You: ogm You: pta moms take their dogs there often and they all love jack You: and he's either talking about Stanley or just being really active with his dog Stranger: yes You: "I walk him twice a day and we go off trail some times and i get really scared, what if I hurt Stanley when I pick ticks off of him?" Stranger: also since it's providence and sometimes the Falconers instagram sometimes posts vids of Jack and stanley (idea credit: Az Coyotes insta stories) some people recognize Jack so they're happy and Jack is happy because he can talk about dogs and hockey Stranger: & omg .!!! yes You: he takes him on the ice and shoots pucks You: and stanley slips and slides a lot but he loves it You: and jack sorta dies a little bcuz he loves his big boye so much Stranger: yes !!!!!!!!! You: ok ok Stranger: stanley slowly getting "adopted" as the falconers dog Stranger: jack: no. he's mine You: he gets a mini jersey You: sorry to cut this short but we rrly need a ransom and we're just dicking around too much Stranger: omfg You: I am a dog lover Stranger: i'm gonna cry You: and I will not SHUT UP about dogs I have to stop myself lmao Stranger: i was legit gonna send this whole chat to the GC abyways Stranger: i'm laughing You: please do You: im begging Stranger: we can defo talk about dogs in the future You: bless Stranger: i feel like a traitor You: nah You: we both did this to our selves lmao

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I’ve Photographed More Than 180 Girls And Their Cats To Prove That Cat Ladies Are Awesome

I started Girls and Their Cats on Instagram two years ago as a way to showcase cat ladies in a positive light. These are some of the most heartwarming stories from the series.

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Anna Agneta & Captain

“My husband Brian and I used to live in this old loft building in Toronto called The Coffin Factory, that’s what it was before people started living there. It was right next to this abattoir and around it there lived a colony of feral cats. They probably thrived from the waste of the pigs slaughtered there. They all looked tough as hell. Our dog wouldn’t even go near them. One day my friend Agi and her boyfriend at the time had a new cat mom and her kittens arrive on their doorstep. A friend of theirs had found her and dropped her off. She was no doubt from the colony, a beautiful pale grey calico with exotic light green eyes and orange ringlets on her tail. They named her Nala. When the kittens were ready to find new homes, we thought we’d go take a look. I remember going down through the maze-like hallways of The Coffin Factory to her unit. There were 6 kittens and they were all nuts, one climbing on something, a couple napping on the couch, another chasing a toy across the floor, they were everywhere. I wasn’t sure if we should get a cat since we travel and move around a lot, but Brian said “Of course we’ll take one of the kittens, we’ll make it work!” Ok, we’re getting a kitten. I’m not sure which came first, his boss-like swagger or his name, Captain. Probably his name but he grew into it so well I can’t imagine him as anything else. He’s always liked to ride around on our shoulders, I think it comes from his nature of liking to be up high and perhaps escape our overly affectionate dog when he was too small to ward her off. He’s a cat and can’t help but do cat-like things, like wake us up when be wants food, showing a certain remorselessness when he chews on expensive computer cords, but behind those things there’s something of higher being capable of great love and affection. Anyone who spends enough time with him falls completely in love. He tends to really affect people and share special moments with them. I feel very lucky that I get to be his cat mama.” Anna Agneta is a model and musician. She plays guitar in a Canadian indie rock band called Dusted.

Christene Barberich & Phoebe

“Two years ago, on New Year’s day, I was finishing up my usual annual ritual—bringing my journal with me from the previous year to a special place and taking stock of all the highlights and accomplishments of the year past. This time around, I chose the Mondrian hotel. And as I sat there detailing the events of the year, I began to feel very low, reflecting on another year gone by that I hadn’t had a child. Not that I hadn’t tried—I had and failed a few more miserable times. Amid all the wonderful things blossoming in my life, that one enduring defeat never seemed to stop lingering, casting a shadow over every small happiness. But, always, on this day for the past four years that we’d been trying, it hurt the most. On the way home from my ritual, I passed an animal hospital in my neighborhood. I saw a fluffy, white cat named Chalky in the window up for adoption, and went inside. I asked to meet Chalky, without even checking in with my husband about the prospect of fostering him. The attendant seemed delighted by my interest, but kept suggesting I meet another cat instead. Her name was Cora and she was deemed “special needs” because she’d lost her leg in a car accident the year prior. For some reason, I felt determined it was Chalky who should come home with us that day, but it was my husband who insisted we meet Cora since she’d been bounced around in foster care for months. About a half-hour later, my husband met me there. I was in kind of a daze, and didn’t even know what I was doing, but felt strangely guided to do it anyway. They took us into a small visitor’s room where they do potential pet-parent meet-and-greets. A few moments later, the door cracked open, and in popped this tiny, tiger-striped head—her bigs eyes were so wide and curious. She was so small but so elegant. She hopped in and I watched her look up at both of us, pensively, and then curl around Kevin’s ankle. He scooped her up with one hand and just looked at me, like, “Let’s get out of here.” And that was it. We brought her home. She hid out in her furry little cat house that she’d lived in at the shelter, until she gradually got used to roaming the apartment and finding new spots to claim as her own. It’s obvious she’s deeply devoted to Kevin, likes to hide around corners and pounce on his feet and ankles. But with me, she’s more soulful and sturdy. She sleeps between my legs and then, at some point during the night, she sneaks up alongside my chest and purrs until we both fall asleep again. I still don’t have a baby of my own. But Phoebe reminded me of how good it feels to love something, to really care for it and need that simple love in return. To feel like destiny had intervened and she had found her rightful home, too. Phoebe taught me it wasn’t all my fault that I couldn’t have a baby, and helped me find the courage to write about what all that loss was like in an essay on the website I co-founded,@Refinery29. The constant love and presence of a soul like Phoebe, reminded me that life does go on. That through heartbreak and failure and so much regret, comes other kinds of love and nurturing that you’re not always expecting, but that feeds you just the same. Very simply, Phoebe opened my heart again. And, she made me believe in myself, too, maybe in a way I never had before. “ Christene is the co-founder of Refinery29.

Simone Thompson & Nigel

“It was the brutal winter of 2015 & as I sat in my poorly heated Flatbush apartment my girlfriend presented me with a tiny, scrappy little black kitten by the name of Nigel. Nigel was big enough to fit in the palm of my hand and street smart enough to be unmistakably feral. He possessed a spastic quality and had been a rescue from East NY. Having previously sustained a head injury, he has a permanent head tilt which gives him the appearance of a cat that’s constantly questioning authority. He loved to scratch, bite and took joy in breaking everything within site. The adjustment period was admittedly tough. As a self pro-claimed cat lady I had a hard time warming up to him. He rarely was calm & antagonized me whenever he could. My girlfriend & I even began to fight because she accused me of not “loving our child.” After a few months though it all changed. We moved to Bedstuy & the change in scenery brought a new, less manic Nigel. His catastrophic kitten stage was finally over. He still bites but gives me cuddles.. sometimes. Most days he watches TV with me & I spend a lot of time asking him important life questions that go unanswered. He’s proved himself to be our difficult but loving child that my partner & I adore.”

Athena Wisotsky & Frikki

“I’ve wanted a cat of my own for so long, but I’ve moved a lot the last three years and there was always something in the way. I never felt settled enough, or the apartment was too small, or my housemates weren’t on board. I have three bodega cats I visit as often as I can, but it’s not the same as coming home to a little creature of my own. When my mother Donna passed away suddenly last month, I had the responsibility to re-home her cats in the middle of everything else that was going on. She had five! Two ladies that we got when I was in high school, and three siblings from one of them. They were her joy and companions, and it was so important to me to find safe and stable homes for them. She would always send me photos of them curled in her lap, or hamming it up, and tell me whatever antics they were getting up to. We joked that she would have to mail one to NYC. When she passed away, it felt like the right thing to do to adopt one of them. We didn’t choose Frikki at first. Her brother is a lot more social, happy and almost comically beautiful. But I realized that with her skittish temperament, she’d need a lot of patience and love. And my decidedly not-a-cat-person boyfriend Max even took to her right away (it was her giant cartoon eyes), so little Frik flew with us from Oregon to New York. It’s been less than a month but she’s warming up a lot, and so is the household. Max initially didn’t want her on the bed, but he caved within 3 days when he realized the power of a cat snug. I’ll often catch them cuddling in bed, and he will text me “How are my girls?” if I am working at home — sometimes with her in my lap. They have bonded already and it warms my heart. This isn’t the way I ever imagined getting my first cat, but having her around has been a major comfort in my grief. Sometimes I just sit and pet her and imagine my mom doing the same thing just a month ago. She’s a living piece of my mother’s life, I’m so happy to have her in my home.” Athena Wisotsky is a writer, editor and artist living in Brooklyn.

Jess Peterson & Oscar

“I got Oscar as a kitten from a craigslist ad. Not knowing at the time that there was a reason they put him on craigslist. He was a giant. He is now full grown at a lean 30lbs. (every doctor who has seen him claims he is the largest cat they have ever seen) Well, as most people would know, Giants tend to have bone issues. So, when Oscar was about 3 or 4 he started limping. his bones were all out of wack and eventually we discovered he had a luxating patella, which is common in dog breeds. Debating for a long time about surgery and success rates I was eventually talked into it by my cousin who is an orthopedic vet surgeon. She said it was a routine procedure and she’s done hundreds of them, and with his specific grade of luxation it was supposed to be no problem. One and done. It wasn’t. He ended up having 4 surgeries last year. It’s a lot to get into with each specific surgery that happened. It brings me to tears just thinking about it. It was the most difficult thing I have gone through in caring for another animal/being thus far in my life. It would have been impossible without the help of family and friends (most definitely my cousin and her hospital staff at Cornell Vet Specialist in Stamford). He became their favorite patient. With all the complications he actually ended up living at the hospital getting constant care for one month on two separate occasions. He even had acupuncture 3 times a week. I’ve never even had acupuncture. It was almost impossible to see the light at the end of the tunnel at many points. On the day he had a successful x-ray – after the 4th surgery – it was the best feeling. I made him a hat for that day, a kitten cake, tons of cat nip and had some champagne. He just celebrated his 7th birthday. He has touched many lives. Mostly mine.” Jess is jewelry designer and painter living in greenpoint.

Ashley Meyers & Oliver

“One evening about a year ago I was walking with some friends in Brooklyn heading to some get-together, when this little peanut ran up to us out of nowhere meowing purrrfusly while staring into my soul. I was apparently born with the gift of an aura that attracts kitty cats where ever I go. This little guy seemed ravenous with hunger. (Which I know now is just his personality) with no nearby homes in site and doors to knock on to see if he belonged to anyone, I decided it was best to just care for him until we figured something out. He was social and friendly but seemed to be on the streets for a while, as he was dirty and had a little ear wound. I asked the others if they would mind if he came along and they were more than happy to include him. We stopped at an open market on the way and fed him a couple cans. We proceeded to head to our destination with a new guest in our arms as if he had been our friend all along. I had just taken in my little furball Isabella. (Not pictured because she is afraid of anyone but me and missed her opportunity to have amazing photos in her new little hat that her mommy made her). Also, I wasn’t allowed to have any pets in this apartment and my roommate at the time wouldn’t have been happy with another cat. So, my compassionate friend who bonded with him that very evening, took him in for about a week while we figured it out. My friend kept him until he had to leave for tour with his band the Mystery Lights, so his gf, took him in until she wasn’t able to keep him anymore either, despite falling in love with him as everyone did along the way. So, I took him and the rest was history. After falling in love with my last roommates cat in my previous apt I was scared to get attached to another kitty cat again, but in reality, it wasn’t much of a life without a furbaby around. Oliver keeps me laughing all day every day. He is the biggest ham you will ever meet. I call him a little space cat. He has these enormous intense eyes that never seem to blink and he’s either sitting around on the couch like a human on his butt with his legs out or against a wall on his back with all fours up in the air. He also LOVES wearing clothes. Hats not so much. Everyone that meets him becomes a fan. Oliver and his older yet tinier sister love to chase each other like hyenas in the jungle and kiss and bathe each other like little heavenly angels. Watching them be mushy together is the most heartwarming, peaceful and precious thing to witness. They also couldn’t be any more different from each other. Both in size and personality. They are total opposites, which make quite the comical team. Isabella is the cuddliest sweetest little peanut but too afraid to be held which would drive me crazy, but Oliver makes up for that part. I love picking up his big chubby body and carrying him around like a baby. They make me so happy. A home without a mushball is no sweet home at all.” Ashley Meyers is a NJ native currently living in Brooklyn and working as a freelance makeup artist.

Chelsea Trout & Mushu

“I began fostering with the NYCACC in the beginning of 2014. It was my junior year in college, and I felt simultaneously compelled to begin volunteering again and severe separation anxiety from having a pet. It was a fairly quick progression into fostering kittens for me. I started fostering 1-2 kittens every few months, and quickly escalated to 2-3 on rotation — as soon as one set would leave, I’d ask to foster another. Fast-forward two years and about 30 kittens later, I found myself living with my boyfriend in our first apartment. It took a little persuading to get him fully onboard with my obsession. Almost a year into our lease, I accepted a request to foster two “singletons,” (the name they used for any young kittens that were without a litter). One, Reed, was an adorable little fluffball only about 5 weeks old. The other, Alipha, was a bit older, at maybe 9 weeks, and reportedly needed a little more socialization to get over her shyness. I looked at Alipha as my personal challenge, because I took pride in taking foster kittens in and sending them back to the shelter as extremely people-friendly and of healthy weight. In the first couple weeks of our time with Reed and Alipha, we saw little improvement in Alipha’s temperament (this would become a trend in our time with her). Reed, however, was just as bubbly and inquisitive as could be. I also began to notice that he really enjoyed being in my presence. If I was cooking or doing the dishes in the kitchen, I would find him directly next to me sprawled out and leisurely flipping his tail around. When I’d use the bathroom, he’d mosey on in and plop himself right on the floor in front of me — waiting patiently. There was something special about our connection that stood out from all of my past fosters. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was there. I eventually found myself giving the shelter excuses as to why it was too soon to send them back to the shelter to be taken to adoption events. “I don’t think Alipha has had enough time to fully get past her shyness,” I’d tell the foster coordinators. Meanwhile, Alipha turned out to be a cat that would not soon grow out of her habits. But I simply couldn’t part with Reed — who we had begun calling Mushu. I don’t remember the exact moment it was decided, but I woke up one day knowing I wasn’t sending Mushu to any adoption events. It was July 31, 2016 when the adoption was finalized. Mushu is still the greatest companion and friend I have ever known. As I type this, he’s sleeping on his little scratch pad directly in front of me, because even though he’s not the biggest cuddler he always wants to be within eyesight. He’s extremely verbal and even talks back when you ask him questions! He’s water-obsessed and will sit perched on the kitchen sink waiting for water to come out of the faucet. He welcomes people at the door, and has such a distinct personality that friends have often said he’s “not like other cats” they’ve met. He’s unbelievably inquisitive, and doesn’t shy away from getting in your face for a sniff. Though it’s been only a year with Mushu, it feels like I’ve known him a lifetime.” Chelsea Trout is a New Yorker born and raised, and has been living in Brooklyn for the last four years. She founded a women’s discussion group called Nasty Women’s Retreat that motivates and inspires her endlessly.

Maggie Freleng, Bandit & Daisy

“I went to the shelter looking for a kitten. I’ve never had a kitten because I always take in older rescues so it was time to treat myself. But when I went to the shelter I found Bandit, a 6-month-old blind cat, the shelter worker said had been there for months. No one wanted him. It broke my heart and even though I was looking for a kitten I took him. I couldn’t imagine life without him. He melts my heart every day sometimes I cry I’m so happy we found each other and people passed him up because he’s blind. He is the most special boy in the world. He can’t see but he knows his mom. As soon as I pick him up he collapses in my arms purring, and always finds his way to nestle in my arms at night. I got Daisy when she was about 4. I was living in a farm community in Massachusetts and she was a friend’s mom’s cat. The mom just got a divorce and she couldn’t keep Daisy, or her companion Scuter, anymore. So, I took them both to avoid them going to a shelter. It was just a few months after my childhood cat Lou died at 16. Daisy had a great life living outside hunting squirrels and birds in Massachusetts. She would literally swallow them whole! (it was sad and impressive) Eventually she went to the vet where they informed me she has FIV. I was devastated. I didn’t know what this meant. I met with experts at the vet and joined community boards and it turns out that Daisy will live a fairly normal life, but she has to be an inside cat to avoid injury and transmission. It was a long hard adjustment for us. Every day she would cry and scratch at the window screens and try to sneak out. Eventually after moving back to NYC she has gotten used to her simple life playing with fake mice and laser pointers. She has been living with FIV for 7 years now and all her tests come back great. She is the best cat, and my best friend. She has been through everything with me. 10 moves, multiple partners, breakups, deaths. I couldn’t imagine life without her. Although I am starting to think more about it because she is about 11 and I know the time will come sooner than later.” Maggie Freleng is a journalist and audio producer who works from home and is obsessed with her cats.

Naomi Fry, Nina, Roo & Matilda

“Our cats, Roo and Matilda, are both very good girls, but they’re also two very different types. Roo is a large tabby. People always think she’s a man and I always get a little offended for her. She looks very dependable — she has the face of someone you’d ask to watch your laptop for you if you needed to use the bathroom at a cafe. Her body type often reminds me of the bowling bags Prada used to do; I can almost imagine attaching a shoulder strap to her and tucking her snugly under my arm. She’s six years old, and we adopted her when she was one. Nina, our daughter, was also one at the time, so they’ve been growing up together. In fact, she got her name because “roo” was Nina’s approximation of a cat’s meow when she tried to communicate with her initially. (Her original name at the shelter we got her from was Circus (!)) Probably the best part about having Roo as a cat is that she likes to sleep between me and my husband’s heads, and I often drift off with one palm underneath her, one over: a hand sandwich bursting with fuzzy goodness. Matilda (aka “Tilda” or “Tildy”) is younger and more of a wildcard. She’s slim and sprightly, mostly white with some black markings, and while she’s not exactly “bad,” she turns scratchy occasionally, which Roo never does. She has the personality of an aloof popular girl in a teen movie who you discover mid-plot actually has some problems — like maybe a dead parent or an eating disorder — that make her secretly sensitive. For instance, she can appear prancingly self-sufficient with no interest in spending time on your lap, but then she immediately goes limp and pliant when you pick her up, as if all she was waiting for was for someone to break through her brittle shell and give her the love she was craving. Matilda is about three; when we adopted her a couple of years ago, Roo was initially traumatized and spent the first couple of weeks up on the kitchen cupboards, terrified. For the next few months, every time they’d come face to face, they would paw and hiss at each other. Over time, however, they’ve gotten used to living together. They don’t like to co-snuggle or touch, but even though they’d probably deny it if they could, I think they’re really curious about one another. They love to try and sniff each other’s butts, and you can often find them hanging out together on the bed or the couch with the air of two retirees who’d rather die than exchange a single word, but who have also chosen to share the same bench at the park for the past fifteen years.” Naomi Fry is a writer living in Brooklyn, and the copy chief at T: The New York Times Style Magazine.

Alvina Bokhari & October

“I met baby October on the eve of my 21st birthday. He was the best birthday surprise! October was found inside a cardboard box behind an office in Long Island. As soon as I held him I was so in love. This is a new experience for me because October is my first pet. I definitely treat him like he’s a new born baby. I’ve been spending some time researching more about October and cats in general and I’ve found their behavior to be very interesting. I love that when he circles my leg it means he’s leaving his scent on me so other cats know I’m his. He’s very playful and loves to cuddle. We also have so much in common like our nap schedules and the fact that we aren’t too fond of the vacuum. I’m so lucky to come home to the sweetest little guy!” Alvina Bokhari currently lives in Midtown Manhattan while she attends FIT for fashion business merchandising.

Alexandra King, Lois & Maxine

“Lois and Maxine are 7-year old sisters. My husband adopted them five years ago from a no-kill shelter in Chicago, and named them after local diner waitresses. Even though they were the only kittens in the shelter that day, my husband said that everyone kept stopping to look, then immediately walking past their cage because it was clear they were not “normal” cats. Which they are not. They both have a condition called cerebellar hypoplasia (sometimes affectionately known as “wobbly cat syndrome”). It’s a brain condition in which some kittens are born with an under developed cerebellum, the part of the brain which governs motor skills. As a result, cats that have CH don’t have great balance or coordination- they walk like little drunks and don’t have that regular cat-like ability to jump. Though it sounds like a scary thing, it’s a condition that’s non-progressive, non-contagious and too few people know that it results in THE CUTEST KITTIES IN THE WORLD. They don’t do any of the asshole type things normal cats can be prone to, like scratching or biting or leaping on countertops. They’re not very bright, bless them, but they’re obsessed with people. And each other. All they want to do is cuddle. Other than not being the shiniest crayons in the pack, they are physiologically perfect. They don’t require any kind of treatments or meds or pricey trips to the vet. They have a completely normal life span. All you have to do is baby proof the house a bit (sharp corners can be a hazard) and get ready to be adored. Every morning, I wake up wearing a cat bikini, one snoozing across my chest, one on my hips. Very sadly, many kittens that show signs of CH when they are born are often destroyed, because people think that they won’t get adopted. But they are the best cats in the world! There are a bunch of rescue places on the internet that specialize in CH cat rescue. I can’t recommend enough bringing one of these little weirdos home.” Alex King is a journalist, writer and blogger. She owns an art gallery in Chinatown with her husband Isaac. She currently works at CNN, but also freelances for The Guardian and Refinery 29 among others.

Paulina Virgen & Schiap

“I met ‘the one’ in Greenpoint at the home of a woman who saved cats from the euthanasia list – her name was Eva. We knew we wanted to rescue and that perhaps we wanted a grey cat. So, I went and met the cats Eva had and fell in love with a little playful Russian Blue. He had been rescued from the streets of Bushwick and was only 2 months old at the time. Spencer (my then boyfriend, now husband) came to meet him and we agreed. This was it. A few days later Eva brought him to our apartment on North 7th and Bedford and we fell in love. Hard love. But we noticed something was different about this cat. Were his eyes a little brighter? Was his face a little rounder? We called but Eva assured us this was “our” cat. Okay, we thought – he’s here and the cutest thing we’ve ever seen. Whoever he is we love him! We named his Schiaparelli after the designer Elsa Schiaparelli. I told Spencer we would either name our future child Schiap or our cat…he could chose. He chose the cat. A few days went by and Schiap made himself feel at home. He slept on our laundry bags and pawed at our feet as we walked by him. 3 days after we got Schiap I got a phone call from Eva at 9 am – she frantically confirmed our suspicion. She gave us the wrong cat!!! The numbers of the cat we chose and the cat she gave us were just reversed. She apologized profusely and told me she would come by that afternoon to swap the cats out. At that point we had already fallen in love with Schiap and figured it would be awful to send him back. We kept him and we are SO happy we did. He is the most mischievous, vain and sweet cat we’ve ever met. A few interesting things about Schiap: he pees/poos in the toilet (even covers his poop and pee with toilet paper). He is a world class hunter (birds, mice, rats, cockroaches, worms – you name it, he’s brought it). He wakes me up at least 3 times a week asking to be spooned back to sleep. generally he bites my cheek or chirps until I open my eyes then he crawls beside me and lays on his side. At that point I have to put my arm around him or the bites start! We joke that he’s Mexican like me because he loves beans and avocado.” Paulina is a fabric r&d manager for Coach.

Dinah Eke & Wolfie

“I walked into the shelter with every intention of bringing home a fat Russian Blue kitty I had seen on their website. Before I had a chance to meet said kitty, the proprietor pulled me aside and asked if I was open to looking at another cat. I assumed she would show me another Russian Blue, but instead she showed me my Wolfie- a feral black cat. He made no eye contact, in fact, he ignored me the whole time. When I reached out to pet him, he skirted to the back of the cage and hissed. I turned to her, I didn’t understand. Then she explained to me that he was wary of people due to being treated badly in the past. As a black cat, he had a higher chance of getting put down than getting adopted. Wolfie was mean as hell and I had no idea if he would take to me, but I couldn’t bare the thought of him getting killed through no fault of his own. So I brought him home. It’s been four years since we met. He is still wary of strangers, but he is the most loving kitty ever! If you are not superstitious and ever have the opportunity to adopt; please give a black kitty a chance.” Dinah Eke is a lifestyle blogger at deediary.com.

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[who the fuck were we?, we didn’t know, but when we had a shred of a notion, it was the biggest thing in the real world, i get my shreds and move on think of something about myself as im quietly stocking shelves and the whole time it’s just there, in my heart, and I’m just doing what I do cuz nobody cares I say, how was your weekend ah, slept in, didn’t do much the mundane is the single most common mask, precisely because it is what it says it is, it’s foolproof, locked I mean people do care, friends do, but you don’t pay people to be your friend, and that’s what ****** was: just a bunch of fucked up rich kids thinking they were making way, myself included, because we paid people to congratulate us for the most insignificant shit hahahaha hahahaha that’s not psychology it’s pedology it’s infantile So basically, they were making up for us all having fucked up parents? or fucked up childhoods? there’s something my mom says to me: "it’s never too late to have a happy childhood" I think that’s the best piece of advice I’ve ever gotten. As crazy as it is, I feel like I’ve stabilized in a way. Maybe it’s premature, but I feel like that level of depression is behind me, not because I won’t ever be that fucked up again, but because I can rationalize it and deal with it better now. And the past is just that — it’s something behind me. I feel powerful, like I have a choice in my own life again. that’s amazing and that’s giving credence to your will to move at all it starts not with the choice but with the belief that there is one, after all. inertia means powerlessness, fated to be nothing, do nothing, achieve nothing just a marble rolling across frictionless space that’s for the universe to give a will to, if there even is a thing so wild the will to salute yourself that’s what I’m glad you’ve found I mean, our own interpersonal relationships weren’t compliment based, I don’t think in a way, they were but they were also driven off of needs that we still have to this day I think between you and I, there’s one night in particular that comes to mind

you were crying in ***********

and I consoled you it was a very human experience for me but I’m not complimenting, just saying that the seeing of choice in one’s life through the depressive whatever-fog, is maybe a shred I’d keep close, because it’ll always be the first thing people who are depressed will need to do before they act: find the will. . [SIDETHOUGHT: [The ‘proper’ way to read a poem or novel should be interpreted by the majority who read it, not the minority consisting of scholars and schoolmarms. The good perception of words is what effect taken in by the greater good. That, after all, is why she^ lasts. The greater good has taken its opinion over to sit with her after you slept all night on the park bench, wouldn’t even get up to let the great hunk of their collective ass hunker down next to you—once you moved that silly raincoat, it already stopped pouring five seconds ago. On top of your drenched body, the common good reads The Wasteland as your skull slowly crushes beneath the incontinent hams of a bubbling, a farting girth of what even though just metaphor must weigh as much as the continent itself, or western hemisphere if you prefer a lil meat. On bones.]]] ? ? . Who: Kafkazzzo, Freckett K. Where: Frumple of a/my bedroom, (a) Earth, getting ready to head to—a party— When: 4:42AM. Though it’s probably already happy hour somewhere. As the saying goes. What Dimension: Third Possibly Askew And Flattened Like A Very Delicious Pancake Into What Dimension: 4th, time Background: Mobile lamp way too bright. Cigarette resting in glass ashtray. Empty glass of water, purposelessness, general purposelessness. I am evading that space of it tho. And silence only stopped by the glum entreaty of the air conditioning system. Noises, kds. playing baseball in the courtyard, downstairs. Drugs Ingested: Pot. Any Pharms?: Klonopin, maximum required dosage, Lithium, Cymbalta (duloxetine HCI) And I punch him in the face. You by me a soda YOU BUY ME A SODA "You buy me soda?" Said RANDOM FRENCH GUY. “Sure.” Reached into pocket. Gave RANDOM FRENCH GUY four dollars. My Wallet has Hawaii on it. There are two pictures of HAWAII on each side of the wallet. They are the same picture. Somewhere there is a person who I am a reflection of, a year’s ago same picture, and everywhere I see and repel this sameness if that is I see it in others, however small the observation. Except, of course, if I observe such things in her. I do not wish however for others to have the same glitches. Human character is diverse enough to go a night at a party without reminiscence, eh? She is in the left ventricle of my heart, clearly seen by microscope, eating away at the cement walls there. That to the human eye, is mere idiosyncratic dominion. They say. And they say to me should I just gulf out one person from another if I have some chick who used to have big boobs chewing on my left ventricle, by now a block of pure cement fresh from the whisking mixer? How could I tell them that if so then both aren’t to be found again in the other, which is me, together; I lose her I lose myself. Then who would we be, remain as? Perhaps it does not matter to her. Or like to be even, who would I get to be if I can grant myself that? I guess what I am trying to say is that I “I need more dollar. Buy pizza.” “Only because you’re French. Consider it a war bond for the next time those Germans come to kick your sorry ass.” I gave him three dollars without thinking about it. Don’t think about it. Not often. Always willing to spot. Never have money to spot with. Because I spot so much. Drunk thinking. Here’s half a forty I’m chugging. The liquid goes down my esophagus. It is meant to be drunk to make you drunk. Everything should have meaning. That is how life should work, but it doesn’t work that way at all. It’s groping for good in life and scratching [searching] out for crumbs like tickets, no lotto, again, and the chaff of once purposed greatness led on its way up higher and higher from conscious desire, throwing away everything, only to come upon none other than unconscious desire: and then the desire is all that remains, ah so I guess that is what I would be. A lustfiend. Surviving in and of himself as a medical-grade loner. Him the result of his own destruction, the result itself, seen safely from a distance of billions of miles into his head, somewhat like a black hole. And I am like a dog forever biting its tail in an effort to gnaw the thing off. Except we are MAN, and so we hack off our tails with bare bodkins and pursue our efforts and dismays daily, diffusing it all as like a poison of the tragically mundane. Life goes well spooned together with a nice molasses of confused sensations to create the pastiche that is for our lives and for life, yes, but this becomes rather what we see in life: it might be equally as false or true, it might be: LIFE, yes, that grand, technical, way-out-there celebrity in gloves, and hardly enjoying himself at the awards ceremony, his smile attempting to reach to the ceiling, and to look maybe for a vent or some means of escape or even a deadly event as tragic as ever: well yeah who cares he is merely at a cheap height of the cosmos after all is said and done but no one knows where exactly it is done saying, so this image goes and rakes in the cosmopolitanism around him anyhow. Hungry, not for that, but having no other means to sate himself. Well, nothing like the stacks of cash this demiurge counterfeits on regular to land a celeb in jail. All the time? For years, yo. Nobody figured it out. And well don’t you know, I might say back, that God doesn’t do cash, that’s some stairway to heaven shit. God says this to me, in a toys-r-us of course, buying his fifth monopoly game board this week, opening it up, and stuffing the monopoly money in astounding pants. I suppose he is just as anyone who does this would be, now, officially desperate to pay rent:

GOD say: For, we whom are not yourselves live in coves, and do not disrupt the willing men and women of the surf to splash upon our chapped land and get up foot to foot and dust off themselves, off. It is they do not bother. The only off is on in the cave of the Removed. Stalactites filled in full rings by the petrifying jelly of screams and shrieks, of you—clear, consumptive squawks. You continue to at least darken this prison cell with your resignation, bars thick enough to shrink the teeth of my steel monster, you all beneath my skin, lingering on the meddling cusp of what I don’t know—what I don’t understand, perhaps we don’t, I know I don’t—I look at the world as though on a merry-go-round that blurs things. People smiling and looking with pleasant face. Every still phantasm, you, staring back and looking into a deep lecherous void in my eye I see. Meanwhile, it is OK: we the Removed have already supplanted that steel monster with a giant, happy frog to distract you [when you weren’t looking]. It gaily farts and bubbles in the mud and says with his blank eye [as though frogs could speak at all!] no, that we cannot go, o no, o no, NO, cannot go to heaven. Enough of farce. I’m listening to twee music. What does it matter. What does any of it matter any more. Twee crap blends in with the rest of this mess. I’ll try and get sleep, later. So many memories. Touching me. Wresting my heart from its bone prism. All the horrible memories, the forgetting me by friends I thought would stay, the forgotten sadness I too have let pass painlessly out of recollection. Sadness, sadness, deep sadness. Friends out somewhere getting wasted all alone, [as I was, am, tho it used to b among people] with just their good company to keep. Eaten by the night. Wake up, scratch leg, bug bite. Lighted I am and my recollections only by the perfidious youth sense nowadays and leaking out with regularity. Anyway let them say that was all they ever had. Ha! And yet already as I see them in my mind’s eye, through film: musty, shitty film that ratchets against the projector like a master the axe to hitch in his steed the leftover stump from last Spring, doubled with mosses for whatever reason considered consumptive to the land, or was it, they were poisonous?, my friends, they are all so very old. I am so very old.

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I’ve Photographed More Than 180 Girls And Their Cats To Prove That Cat Ladies Are Awesome

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Anna Agneta & Captain

Christene Barberich & Phoebe

Simone Thompson & Nigel

Athena Wisotsky & Frikki

Jess Peterson & Oscar

Ashley Meyers & Oliver

Chelsea Trout & Mushu

Maggie Freleng, Bandit & Daisy

Naomi Fry, Nina, Roo & Matilda

Alvina Bokhari & October

Alexandra King, Lois & Maxine

Paulina Virgen & Schiap

Dinah Eke & Wolfie

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