#spaying? more like paying am i right?

[rudeinterrupti0ns]

I will NEVER forgive my teeth for playing up for the first time in my thirties the MONTH before Taylor 'I've dropped 6 albums since my last tour' Swift announces her next tour. I can barely afford rent for dental work and now TOUR TAYLOR??!? NO! how could you

[stavromulabetaaa]

stav's feral cat fund!

hello all! i would typically never ask for donations, but in this case it is not for me or my personal use. it's all for the kitties!

i do feral + community cat TNR (trap neuter return) in my city and although i've helped many cats (i even found two of them forever homes!), they just keep coming. thankfully the spay/neuter program i use does not currently charge a fee, but the supplies i need to care for these furballs is beyond what i can realistically afford. i'm also gearing up in preparation for kitten season, which is right around the corner. i have two humane traps, and a large dog kennel for recovery. i have to keep the cats for 24-72+ hours after surgery, and am currently in need of these supplies:

cat litter, for obvious reasons

extra large towels to cover the trap during transportation, and to cover the recovery kennel. having these enclosures covered reduces stress for the cats and helps protect them on cold nights

warm cat beds, to keep them warm and to have a safe place to hide inside the recovery kennel

feliway spray, a calming spray that works wonders for ferals! i just used up my last bottle

canned wet food. the cheap stuff comes in huge variety packs, cats prefer the taste, and the kitties just need the calories and moisture while they are recovering in my care.

if you would like to donate any of these items to the kitties in my area i have set up an amazon wishlist. this seems like the best option, since you know exactly what your donation is going towards. i tried to find the cheapest options available. if you would prefer to donate a different way, please let me know and we can discuss! i can take PayPal, Venmo, CashApp, and Zelle. and i would be more than happy to send you photos of the cats benefiting from your generosity if you would like! there are also other costs involved when the spay/neuter program finds issues once the cats are under anesthesia, such as worms or injuries and illnesses. i pay for those myself and would appreciate any help with that, but i'm more concerned with the basic necessities right now.

and if you are interested in helping the cats in your area, please google your city + TNR to find local programs! you can also reach out to me and i will answer any questions you have. cat populations are out of control, where i live in the US it is continuously heartbreaking just how many cats need our help. and in many places, like my city, the responsibility of care falls upon people like me doing it in their free time. let's help these often ignored and hidden kitties in need!

credit to @getawayfox for naming most of the cats in the photos above! ❤️

[blankdblank]

Around the world in 90 days

…

How Deadpool and Oc became besties

…

Oc got to the airport and found out a new friend to her former bestie decided to change the group vacation that had been planned for half a year and demanded oc go to change the tickets to their chosen destination instead. Oc at the ticket desk exchanges all the spare tickets for her former friends to sit in first class, something they will have to do for the entire three month world tour vacation they had planned to have a better time alone in much better pampered environments.

Rome is the first stop and on a stroll by the beach after their first timid trip out alone since shutting off notifications on their phone to ignore the furious ex friends back home who now have to pay their own way they stop at a street corner waiting for traffic so they can get a treat from the sweet shop on the way to their private coliseum tour. Deapool still smoking a bit from his last stop looks down at them when they look up at him, “Hello,” oc says and gets a nod and a “Hey, how’s it going. Haven’t seen you in a while usually you’re half dead like I am on the bus at three am back home.”

“Vacation, saved half a year for this trip.”

“Nice,” he says and looks forward as oc does, a familiar night owl he was curious but slightly glad to see halfway across the globe after his last hired job in a long string of jobs.

“Do you like gelato?” Oc asks and he looks down to see them looking up at him again.

“Yes,” he answers. “I’m a sugar nut, any more sugar in my diet and the docs say I’ll turn into a murder happy gummy bear.”

“Do you like the coliseum?” Oc asks and he reaches up to lift up his mask.

“You’re not very good at small talk are you? You can relax, seem a bit tense. I may be half blood right now but I’m not gonna hurt you.” He looked forward at the man who glanced back at him and blew a kiss making the man turn around again so he could look back to oc.

“I broke up with my friends and I have a three month vacation around the world tour pass thing, the coliseum is at two, goes on a tour of ruins till nightfall and there’s a torch lit dinner under the stars, fancy wine and all that, and I figure I might not get murdered or as many pity stares if I don’t spend the next nine hours alone with tour guides and sitting at a table for six.”

“Oh,” he said excitedly and smiled at you, “Can I bring a friend? You know him, the big sour gummy bear who’s often also half dead in the bus with me. Not his brother, we’re not talking to Victor right now, he knows what he did, and we’re very cross with him. Give me ten minutes meet you for gelato.” And he turned to sprint off after getting oc’s nod mid being a friend suggestion.

Wolverine is soon being seen with the now changed and possibly just dunked in a barrel of water still dropping Deadpool, both in variations of colors of jeans, t shirts and styles of boots. The friend does not talk very much but as the hours he is coaxed out by leaning in to correct in whispers comments the tour guides make, having been alive in the time frame of the 1800’s some of the facts that are shared with the odd trio. But Deadpool seems to vanish I’m excusing himself during supper until he comes back in a tux and slices off the back of Wolverine’s shirt to help his scowling friend who not so subtly has been adoring oc for months now into a fancier shirt, tie and suit jacket. The table cloth is changed and now Deadpool is playing waiter and helps to make the night all the more romantic.

“I would love to say this is odd for him,” Wolverine says with a sigh mid slice of his next bite of food, “But, he gets so much worse than this.”

“Oh, okay.” And after a few moments oc asks, “Do you like Spain?”

And his eyes lift up to meet oc’s, “In what context? I got a few hundred years worth of bones to pick with certain parts of Spain.” Only luring Deadpool over to whack Wolverine in the arm with the cloth he then used to help him pour the wine to refill their glasses. “Love Spain, take it you’ve got spare tickets?”

“Five.”

“Well we’re already packed!” Deadpool said excitedly and hurried off, “Dessert should be almost ready!”

“What happened in Spain?” Oc asked curiously.

“Tried to set me on fire a few times. Witchcraft and all that,” oc nods and he looks them over as she says, “Get it, had a kid try to set my hair on fire at work once when I wouldn’t let him into his hero’s suite.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Both guys asked when she looked down at her plate again.

[tiredsadpeach]

Tw possible animal death in tags

[jenniferrpovey]

So, here we go,

If you live in Colorado and care about animals you need to be aware of Proposition 16, which is being misnamed the Protect Animals from Unnecessary Suffering and Exploitation act. It's not an act, and it...well, let's take a look at it.

First of all, it would remove the "typical animal husbandry" exception from "sexual acts with an animal" and replace it with "For the welfare of the animal." The definition is any penetration of the vagina or anus with a body part or object.

This outlaws:

1. Artificial insemination. This would make it nearly impossible for small ranchers to breed, as many can't afford what it takes to keep a bull or boar. Rams and billies are a BIT easier.

2. Pregnancy tests on livestock. Large animals have to be pregnancy tested by using a transrectal ultrasound. You can't just put one on the belly because they're too big. This would make it impossible to give pregnant animals the care they need and impossible to detect twins in horses (of which the best outcome is at least one very stunted foal). The "welfare of the animal" exemption COULD keep you safe. Or it could not.

3. Taking an animal's temperature. No kidding. This would classify the use of a rectal thermometer as bestiality. Because whoever put this together doesn't have a clue about animals. Even by animal rights activist levels, this is ridiculous. You could get away with it if the animal was sick. But there would go the safest way to determine of a mare or cow was ovulating before you introduce them to the male. Btw, a non-receptive mare will do her best to kill a stallion and with hand or corral breeding, it's common for stallions to get hurt. We used to use cheap disposable stallions for this. We don't want to go back to that process.

4. Surgical castration. Yes, this animal rights sponsored initiative would ban the most humane form of castration of large animals. Do you want your next gelding to have been castrated using the much more traumatic banding method? That's the one where they tie a band around the testicles and wait for them to drop off. Smaller animals are castrated using a different method, but the method for surgical castration in livestock, because of their size, involves a small amount of penetration of the anus.

5. One method of spaying mares. When a mare is spayed, which is not a routine operation and is generally done either for medical or behavioral reason, an ovariectomy is done through either an incision or through the vagina. The last is the most common and safest way. It would be legal to spay a mare if she had a tumor or the like. It would not be legal to spay her if she was unridable when in heat.

So, that's all pretty...bad. And given a vet could be convicted of a sex offense, many vets will leave Colorado. Large animal vets would become almost impossible to find and small animal vets might also flee the state. There's also no exemption to any of these for teaching people how to do the procedure. Under this, I'd be some kind of horrible sex offender for having taught a prepubescent child how to take a horse's temperature. (The look on their faces when they find out where it goes...)

Then there's the second part. Clearly, what they intended to do with this was outlaw veal. Which I have mixed feelings about.

But what they actually have in there is a definition of the "natural lifespan" of livestock and a rule that they have to reach a quarter of that.

For cows, they have the natural lifespan defined at 20 years. I'm not a stockman, so I don't know if that's accurate, but it feels right.

Which means that ranchers in Colorado would have to raise cows until 5 years old.

The typical market age of a steer is 24 months.

Economically, unless they can drive cattle out of the state to be slaughtered (and btw, I am opposed to transporting live animals for slaughter any further than necessary), that puts ranchers out of business. They would no longer be able to export to Japan, which is a big market, because the Japanese won't take meat from cattle older than 30 months.

And believe me? You don't want a steak from a 5 year old cow. You even more don't want to pay more for a steak from a 5 year old cow. So, this thing is this entire mess of even more clueless than animal rights fanatics already are.

If you live in Colorado and somebody asks you to sign this thing, don't. If it ends up on the ballot next year, don't vote yes on it.

It would not protect animals.

It would destroy livelihoods and result in more cruelty. It would destroy not just the ranching industry in Colorado but the horse breeding industry as well. Even if you're a vegetarian, supporting something which would actually increase animal cruelty...

And people are dumb. They may fall for it.

But most people aren't as dumb as the animal rights activists who don't know where the thermometer goes.

[magalidragon]

it must be puppy love | a Jonerys AU | teaser

I blame @nlights37 for this and a very loopy late night text exchange where we were working on a TOP SECRET PROJECT. We call this “Himbo Ghost” fic. 🤣 I’m going to finish it this week.

"Open this fucking door!"

"Hang on!" Jon bellowed, rolling his eyes and waiting a moment, leaning against the bannister across from his front door, checking his watch. He smirked, the banging more insistent, and her screams getting louder and louder.

When he thought she'd been put in her place long enough, he swung open the door, just in time for her little tiny evil body to pitch forward from the momentum. He didn't try to help her, because he knew it would simply be rebuffed, and leaned back on the open door, inspecting his fingernails. She would let him know soon enough what she wanted, so he didn't ask.

She flung a black and white photo at him, smacking it hard to his chest. Her pale face was bright red, fuming, and it was the hottest thing he'd seen in his life. Her violet eyes flashed, fire steaming from them. "Damn, what did I do now?" he wondered out loud, taking the black and white photo from her. He studied it a moment, face screwing up in recognition. He cocked his head and darted his gaze back to her. "Uh, Daenerys I don't know if you know this, but...in order to get this..." He pointed to the image, eyebrows arching. "We'd have to have been a little closer than we have been and uh..." He swept his eyes up and down her vibrating angry frame. He smirked. "Not interested."

"You wish Jon Snow," she snarked. She thrust her finger into his chest again. "No, dickwad, those are fucking puppies.”

"So?"

"So!" she shrieked. She hauled her poor dog closer and knelt, grabbing her neck, hugging tight, scowling up at him. "My poor Drogon has been..." She sputtered, searching for a word, before settling on shouting "Defiled!"

Defiled? Who said that outside of the Victorian era? He pretended to study his fingernails."And this is my problem, how?"

"Because your beast did it!"

What the bloody seven hells? He screwed up his face, laughing. "Ghost? No fucking way, he has taste." He glanced down at Ghost, who had come to investigate the chaos, and was wagging his tail. He was too sweet for his own good, he had no idea that Daenerys should be avoided at all costs. He might get a disease or something. He stuck his foot out to keep the dog from advancing forward, trying to get to the other dog who hung her head, glaring between her hiding place behind Dany's legs.

Dany shot him a look, gagging. "Who doesn't have their dog fixed these days?"

"Well since yours is knocked up, I would ask yourself that question Princess."

"Fuck you," she growed, wagging the picture again. "This now means that I can't get her spayed, which I was planning on doing, she isn't even a full year old yet!"

"Aye, so neither is Ghost! He just got..." He mouthed his words, holding his hands over Ghost's ears. "His manhood taken away last week, I'll have you know!"

"Too late Snow, he already spread his seed!"

"Who talks like that?" he exclaimed, unable to take it any longer. He made another face and waved her off his stoop. "Go away, I've got work to do and can't deal with you now. Take it up at the HOA meeting. Trying to get my poor dog kicked out of here. I should have yours kicked out too."

The woman was fuming, which he hated made her more attractive, if possible. She was a beautiful woman, sexy as hell, and too bad as venomous as a viper. "This is not over Snow," she vowed. She tugged on her beast's leash. "Come darling, let's get you home to rest." She turned her head, shooting a warning to him. "This is not the last we've talked about htis. You will be paying."

He laughed, his shoulder against the door. "This where you say that I'll be hearing from your lawyer?"

"It's your lucky day Jon Snow, because you won't have to, I am a lawyer!"

"I knew there was a reason I hated you!" he yelled after her, as she stormed down the walkway to the sidewalk and across towards her gate, and right back up to her door. He waved, the space between them hardly anything. "Later Daenerys."

"Fuck you!"

He waited for her to enter her house and slam the door, chuckling. That was fun. He edged into his house, closed his door, and marched straight to the stereo he'd purchased solely to annoy her, cranking up the heavy Northern metal band he knew really drove her insane. He hated it, the irony was that his sister had been visiting when she decided that she was going to start this war, and now he had to pretend like he even listened to it.

Taking his noise canceling headphones, he dropped them over his ears, and glanced at Ghost, who was laying beside him, panting and peering up with wide red eyes. He laughed, ruffling his ears, shouting over the canceled noise from the stereo. "Good for you boy, but really? That one?"

Ghost cocked his head, and rolled onto his back, kicking his feet happily into the air.

Jon smiled, shaking his head. He was oddly proud of his dog, but also really annoyed. Ghost knew that he hated Daenerys, so seriously? He had to go knock up her dog? Ugh.

Switching from the op plans he’s been working on, he opened up the web browser and began to research how long dog pregnancies were.

[lesquatrechats]

Now, for the formal introduction, this is Thuza Bellatrix, the newest edition to our family. Although this video is a happy one, and her life will be a very happy one, her origin story is a shocking and sickening one. For that reason *TRIGGER WARNING* for animal cruelty and attempted animal homicide.

Two days ago Daddy had a job interview, it went well, but he was amped up afterwards and decided to take a short walk around a small local lake and look for a nice place for us to visit and take pictures, to wind down before coming home. He hadn’t done this before, but felt compelled to stop there before coming home. Well into his walk he heard and saw some movement of a plastic bag deep in the thicket near by. Expecting to find a rodent or bird stuck in someone’s littered grocery bags, he went into the thicket to check it out. As he approached the bag he saw a small black spot where it looked like something was pressed against what turned out to be a little hole in the bags, he got closer and saw that the black spot was a tiny nose desperately trying to breathe. He ripped the bags— which had been tightly knotted shut— and there was this tiny beautiful kitten gasping hard for the fresh air, he stared in disbelief while quickly removing his button up shirt to wrap her up in to bring her home. He scoped out the area for other bags and anyone suspicious but saw none in the immediate area and no one but a frail old women using a walker and decided to just rush her home for an exam right away.

When he showed up at home with her I was in complete shock, disbelief, love, and then filled with such anger that someone could do such a terrible thing to a living creature, let alone such a perfect baby kitten with long fluffy soft hair, who is clearly a nice breed. It just doesn’t make any sense, but cruelty rarely does.

Luckily, he found her just in time, as she was very close to oxygen deprivation, but our little girl, she found a way to survive through a fate kittens rarely escape. She stayed calm enough not to use up all her oxygen by panicking and either made or found a hole through BOTH bags big enough for her little nose to reach air and breathe enough to stay alive and conscious. Clearly, she’s a warrior.

Not only did someone deliberately try to literally throw away and effectively murder this innocent baby where they thought no one would ever find her, they let, or made, her nearly starve to death first. By her eye and teeth development we are able to estimate her age at at least 8 weeks, but her body and general appearance is that of a 5 to 6 week old kitten. She had been malnourished at least since being weaned, if not her whole life. She is small, she is frail, and you can feel many of her organs through her skin without trying. She was dirty and dusty (and still is somewhat as we haven’t given her a full bath yet to spare her any stress before she felt safe and settled in). Her hair is dry, and dull, showing the lack of nutrients, but she’s still beautiful, she still does her best at cleaning her thick fur, and we can tell once her diet is right for long enough, she will have a beautiful hypoallergenic coat. All signs are pointing to her being a runt of a large breed purebred cat litter (she has certain traits that are attributed to larger breeds despite her size) that a breeder saw no value in raising because she was small and weak compared to her littermates, and deposed of in secret to protect their reputation or “quality standards”— which makes us sick. We plan to return to the lake soon and comb the area for other bags, just in case this was more than a one time thing or a different scenario entirely where her siblings are spread out there too; but it’s difficult to stomach what we very well may find when we do.

But there’s more to her than being a warrior and a survivor, where her middle name Bellatrix originates; she’s truly a lover, not a fighter, she’s a perfect angel in every way. She’s the calmest kitten either of us have ever met, but she is 100% aware and responsive, showing no signs of brain damage. What’s more dumbfounding is that she is fully litter box trained. She has no signs of any illness. She has no signs of any problems at all beyond being malnourished. She isn’t mean. This kitten couldn’t have done anything to provoke being thrown away. She was afraid of Daddy, very afraid, but never bit or hit him, just put her ears back and hissed lightly, when he set her down she would hide. She was much braver with me the moment we met she clung to me; we think she may have associated the scent of testosterone with her trauma, as I am no longer on hormone therapy and I don’t smell male, whereas Daddy definitely does. She just gravitated towards MaPa for the first day, while Daddy gained her trust. Daddy is a friend of all felines and it didn’t take long for her to realize that this man, her new Daddy, would never hurt her or let anything or anyone else ever hurt her again, and she’s already warmed up to him nicely.

To fully explain her name of Thuza (derived from Thuzar), I need to give you some more information. The day before she was found, Daddy was telling me all day that he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was about to happen, it didn’t feel like something bad was coming, just something major. As Buddhists we thank Buddha for our blessings in life, and that night we were laying in bed with Egyoku talking about the crazy happenstance circumstances that led him to us (a story I am eager to share soon too), how it felt like some sort of divine intervention, a token of hope and inspiration to go on through these troubling times. We also talked—for the thousandth time- about how we longed for a female kitten that looks like our Lucille, so that she and Egyoku could have beautiful hypoallergenic babies together, and so that Luci would have a kitten to connect even more with, (because she was spayed when we rescued her from a humane society but is very loving and nurturing). We have been trying to find “the one” locally for two years with no luck, long before Egyoku and Eloise were ever born. So, having those conversations that day and night and then having this perfect little baby make a surprise entrance into our lives the following day, under such unusual circumstances that have never occurred before in our life; we feel it’s undeniable that we were sent to her. Daddy hadn’t ever been to that lake, it was just one he had driven past and thought about visiting with me, but he felt compelled to stop, at that exact moment, and he walked all the way over to that area without hesitation, drawn towards some backdrop-worthy trees nearby. So, this precious angel is named angel, but, the Buddhist version, Thuzar, to pay respect to our spiritual guide whom we strongly believe directed us to her, both to save her precious life, and to remind us that he’s looking out and listening, even if he can’t force fast change or create new things, he can guide us the right direction as long as we trust our intuition that he influences.

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Video Audio Credit:

Music: Mornings

Musician: Jeff Kaale

[laylacooke]

Putain De Meowde || Regan, Kaden, & Layla

timing: mid august (before cabin trip) parties: @kadavernagh​, @chasseurdeloup & @laylacooke summary: Putain de meowde.😾

There was nothing Regan wanted more than a freshly de-striped Kaden coming over, and especially staying the night, but the frantic yowling from behind her bedroom door was going to be… a problem. Twice, Regan peeked her head through the narrowly opened door, told the cat to be quiet, and then closed it again. Peace only lasted for a few blessed minutes. Fortunately, the cat seemed to have calmed down for the time being just as Kaden came knocking. She half-expected to see mime make-up covering his face, but no, it was just his regular skin. Her eyes fell to his neck, his arms, his hands. No stripes, not a single one. Regan fluttered a few inches off the ground and wrapped Kaden in a hug, pulling him into the apartment. “You’re not a mime! I mean, not that you were an actual mime before, but, you know, you looked like one and you don’t anymore and-- and how did that happen, anyways?” Before he could answer, Regan pressed a kiss against his regular-colored lips and smiled. “Okay, now you can tell me. And, uh, thanks for answering those questions I had. You know, the cat-related ones.”

It was so nice being able to leave his apartment again without having to cover himself with scarves and gloves and whatever the hell attempts he’d tried with makeup. Kaden felt like a weight had lifted off him when the stripes disappeared and hell if he didn’t deserve a nice, normal evening with Regan. Really, he’d take semi-normal. Or even just mimeless. He didn’t think his smile could get any wider, then she opened the door and pulled him into a hug. Was she taller than normal? Then he saw the wings, outstretched and rapidly flickering. Huh. He didn’t get a chance to get a word in before her lips were on his. “First off, did you just hover? Off the ground?” he asked once he was finally able to speak. Sure, he’d seen her fly when she was five inches tall, but he wasn’t even sure she was able to do it at full size. It was strange, but far from the strangest thing he’d seen this week; not after the cookies and the stripes. “Anyway, it’s funny. You’re going to laugh. I got on Wu’s motorcycle to chase after a mime, with a helmet,” he emphasized before she interrupted. “Nearly fucking died about five times but I screamed my head off and look.” Kaden held his arms out and ran his hand over his forearm. It was all his skin, no stripes, just as he remembered. He shut the door behind them and was about to lean in to grab another kiss when his forehead creased in confusion. There was a noise. An extremely familiar noise. He could pick that out anywhere. If he had to guess, he’d say that was the sound of claws against wood. “Uh, you want to tell me what that was? Is there something here?” Of course, the cat related questions. Her sudden interest all made sense. “Regan, did you get a cat?”

It felt so indescribably good to have Kaden back to his old self. He could actually live his life again and didn’t have to consider that his only career path would be as a literal mime or, worse, a literal mime at that strip club. Or was it stripe club? Regan shuddered at the thought. “I--” She looked down at her feet, which were both firmly on the ground now. “Sorry, I was excited.” Regan was just about ready to check every inch of his skin to make sure it was stripe-free, when the explanation rolled out of Kaden’s mouth. No, she wasn’t going to laugh. “A motorcycle!? Didn’t we just talk about-- okay, fine, so you wore a helmet, but it’s still incredibly dangerous!” Though it sounded like Kaden hardly had a choice in the matter. Regan didn’t know Wu well, but she was a strong personality with no sense of self-preservation. She shook her head as she tried to process what Kaden was saying -- had the motorcycle ride cured him of the stripes, somehow? Or had the screaming worked in a literal sense? How had any of this even happened in the first place? She really hated this damn town. “Putain,” she said with a sigh. That was about all she could muster. “I’d still like to know exactly how all of this happened, but right now, I’m just glad you’re no longer, uh, stripey.” A clawing noise came from her bedroom, and she winced. Maybe Kaden would just think it was… rats, or something. Not that she had rats or ever mentioned having rats before. Crap. Well, she was going to tell him about this anyways so he could assist. “That was just an… animal?” True, technically. Except it was in her bedroom. “Okay, okay, fine, I got a-- well, I didn’t get a cat. The cat just showed up, and I don’t know what to do with it, and it slept on the bed even when I told it not to, and what do I do? What does it eat? Do I need to spay it? Uh, not that I’m keeping it.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not exactly planning on getting my own. Or getting on one ever again.” Kaden was pretty sure his stomach was still left behind somewhere on that ride with Wu. Still a small price to pay to no longer be mistaken for a mime. He still hadn’t told her about the humiliating exchange with the tractor, but he was going to try and make sure he never had to. He bit back a laugh at her cursing in French. Guess he did say it a lot, huh? “I mean, me, too. But I’m not sure I care too much so long as it never happens ever again.” Right. He should probably warn Cece, give her a heads up. He wasn’t sure if Regan knew about her toxicologist but that was Bishop’s bridge to cross, not his. 

The scratching got louder, and he was pretty sure there was a distinct meow type howl coming from the direction of Regan’s bedroom. “An animal, huh?” Kaden crossed his arms in front of his chest and shot her a look. “A cat showed up and you didn’t think to call me about it? You know how often you remind me you’re a doctor? Do I have to remind you what I am?” Look, if she could chide him about stitches, he could take a shot about a stray cat living in her house and sleeping on the bed. He shook his head and headed towards the bedroom. Damnit, he didn’t have his work truck with him, none of his equipment. And cats were slippery. Still, maybe he could come up with a makeshift slip lead. Hell, it’s possible he had one in his car. “Do you even know if it’s had its shots, Regan? You know how easily cats can give you ringworm? Come on, Regan.” 

Layla didn’t appreciate being locked in a room. All she had wanted was to be able to roam around and enjoy herself, since currently she had no idea how she was going to get out of this mess of being a cat. So, when Regan forced her to stay inside the bedroom, she tried every way in Hell to open the door with her tiny bean paws, but couldn’t. If I can’t open this fucking door myself, I’ll make- Wait was that Kaden’s voice? Oh fuck no. I don’t want him here. With Kaden lingering just in the other room, Layla knew there was a good chance he would try and snatch her up and haul her off.

Anger welling up inside her tiny body, the small, furry ball of fury took off around the room. Yowls came from her lips! She jumped on everything she could, knocking over things that shouldn’t have been knocked over! She ran across Regan’s bed and rolled around on it to get fur all over it! However, when she finally realized that everything she was doing was out of spite, she stopped. If Regan came into her room and saw everything was a mess, Layla was screwed. She’d never want to keep her. Crap. Crap. Crap. What have I done!? Stupid cat brain. Stupid cat instincts. Quickly getting away from the door, she crawled up under the bed and made her way to the very back. I’ll be damned if Animal Control is taking me in.

Regan’s eyes roamed all around the room as she could feel Kaden looking at her, scrutinizing. She wasn’t sure why she was trying to sneak around the fact there was a cat residing in her apartment, but she felt silly for it. She knew Kaden would find the cat -- heck, she planned to tell him about it and get his help -- but, well, okay, maybe she’d grown a little bit fond of it and didn’t want it wrenched out of her apartment so quickly. Crap. It wasn’t right to keep it here, though. Not only because she wasn’t equipped to care for an animal, but the screaming was a problem. A loud one. “I know, I know, believe me, I know,” she held her hands up in defense. “I feel like an idiot for taking this animal in. It probably has fleas, and now it’s rubbed itself all over my bed and couch and -- can you help me catch it?” Fine, so she was afraid to pick it up. “Um, it’s in the bedroom right now. Scratching at the door, I think.” Regan tiptoed toward the door and listened in. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening in there, but it sounded like… chaos. Things falling and flying. Her eyes ticked over to Kaden’s. “...Should we open the door?”

Kaden continued to stand there with his arms folded in front of him as she tried to explain. “Next time I do my own stitches, you don’t get to complain.” He was certain that wouldn’t stand but he was going to remind her about this instance many many more times in the future. “Alright, alright. Have you even fed the cat? Putain.” Kaden made his way to the bedroom door and waited a moment in front of it, listening. There was no more scratching at the door. For now.  Kaden looked back to the living room and grabbed a blanket, just in case he was wrong. He looked over to Regan and held his finger up in a sign to wait and be quiet. He pulled open the door a crack, holding the blanket in his hand, ready to drop it in case a cat darted out. He waited and-- no cat. Okay. He slipped in quickly and pulled Regan inside with him and shut the door. “Did the cat look mangey at all?” he asked, looking around for any sign of the animal. Beyond the toppled, uh, everything, there wasn’t much to see. “You don’t want to keep it, right? I should probably take her to the shelter. This could be someone’s missing pet for all we know.”

Layla stayed huddled under the bed. She wasn’t coming out for anything. Instead, when she heard the door open, she forced herself back even further, until she couldn’t anymore. Maybe if I can just sneak out and make it out into the living room...She wasn’t exactly sure what her plan was going to be, but she needed to escape. If Kaden caught her there was no getting away. He was trained as both a hunter and an animal control specialist, and she didn’t want to take any chances. Patience was key though. She couldn’t make any rash decisions. It was quiet, except for the low conversation between Regan and Kaden. Hey! I’m not mangey, so you can shut the putain up! She would get Kaden back for that later, whether it be peeing on his shoes or biting him. Layla would figure something out, but until then, she would lie in wait for her chance to at least escape from the bedroom. Once out there, she’d have to come up with the rest of her plan to escape the apartment completely.

Regan rolled her eyes at the stitches comment. He had a point, but there was no way, under any circumstances, that she was letting Kaden do his own stitches. “Point made,” she grumbled, “and no, I haven’t fed it. I don’t know what it eats. It’s only been here a day.” She watched in silence as Kaden scurried back into the living room and returned with a blanket. Okay, she’d watch the expert at work and remain quiet. She could do that. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” she replied after a moment, “I can’t realistically keep it. You know why.” Even besides her job, it wouldn’t be fair to the cat. Not with how loud she was. She didn’t even think it was fair to Nadia and Ms. Carmody, though neither of them ever indicated that the screaming was a deal breaking issue for living in this building. Sometimes it only felt like a matter of time. “It should go to the shelter. You know, in case it already belongs to someone. Maybe it has a microchip.” As Kaden opened the door, then pulled her in with him, her mouth dropped at the mess the animal had made of her room. “Cat!” She yelled, “What did you do? I told you to be neat! You--” Right. It was an animal. And there went their element of surprise. Where was the cat, anyways? “Uh, there was a cat here. Under the bed, maybe?”

“Didn’t even feed it?” Kaden shook his head as he tried to look around for the cat, still occasionally clicking for it. Not on top of anything, What about in a corner. “I know you can’t keep it but then why didn’t you call me? Or--” He paused, thinking he heard the cat a moment. And did… Did he feel a chill down his spine? No. He was pretty sure his werewolf senses were broken. Hell, they kept going off when mimes were around. And there was no way he could sense mimes, that’d be absurd. “I just don’t get why it would stay here when you wouldn’t feed it.” He paused a moment when she started talking to the cat like it was a person. Kaden wasn’t sure why he was surprised; it wasn’t that different from how she talked to Abel. And it was still kind of cute. Entirely ineffective. But cute. “Alright. I’m going to have the blanket ready over here,” he said in a whisper, like the cat could-- Alright, maybe she wasn’t so off base. “You uh, check under there on the other side and try to scare it. Okay? On the count of three. One-- Two-- Three!”

Oh jeez. Get a room. Wait..no. Not in here. For a moment, a look of disgust came over her small round fuzzy face. Blagh! But it soon shifted to concern. Layla heard the pair conspiring against her. A way they could lure her out under some blanket. She was smarter than that though. Hunkered down, she looked to see where they were standing. If he was on one side and she was on the other, there had to be a free side, and that’s where she would head. She just needed to make a break for it at the right moment. Waiting patiently, her tail swishing back and forth in anticipation, she finally got her cue at the count of three. Running out from the side that didn’t have anyone waiting, she quickly zigged and zagged passing right by Kaden as she made her way out into the living room area. Finding a new hiding spot in some dark shadowed area, which wasn’t hard in Regan’s apartment, she waited for the next opportunity. The opportunity to make a break for the door.

This plan seemed overly tactical for catching a cat, but Regan hadn’t been able to do it herself, and she couldn’t argue that Kaden really was the expert here. But as the cat bolted out from under the bed and slipped out of the room like butter, she gave Kaden a defeated look. Not tactical enough, then. “It just showed up in my apartment, okay? I was planning on telling you. Really.” And she was. So why did she hesitate so much? Was it because she wanted to think the screaming wasn’t so much of an issue that she couldn’t even have a cat? That was too much psychoanalysis. Smelled like Al. Regan trailed Kaden out of the room in hot pursuit of the animal, but she didn’t see where it had darted off to. It couldn’t have gone far. By the look of Kaden standing in the middle of the living room looking around, he hadn’t seen where the cat went, either. Regan scanned around the room, checking each corner, and even-- there, against the window. A squirrel. Regan didn’t think, she just acted. The screech flew out of her mouth, unfocused and undisciplined, before she even remembered the squirrel was behind a window of thick, scream-proof glass. It couldn’t get her. And-- shit. What had she just done? Regan twisted back toward Kaden, an apology ready on her lips, but then she heard the yowling coming from the other side of the room.

Shit, the cat ran out the other side. Putain. Kaden should have prepared for that. Cats were such assholes. He turned to Regan and tried to shout at her “Close the door! Close the--” Too late. The cat had run out. He ran out after it but it was fucking fast. He didn’t see it, but he paused to listen, slowly, quietly, pacing the room. There was no reason that Kaden could explain, but he could feel himself getting closer to the cat, his hunter senses got stronger. It didn’t make any sense, but it was working, and he wasn’t going to question it, just follow the path that brought the chill deeper down his spine. The corner, he was sure of it. He was one step away, blanket in hand when-- “Putain!” He couldn’t decide which was worse, the banshee scream, or the cat’s. He was used to both but not at the same time. He winced and went to cover his ears, but he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, not if he could help it. Jaw clenched, blanket in hand, he turned to see the cat as it leapt out from its hiding place. Not today. He threw himself across the room, tossing the blanket over and around the cat and tackled the corners of it together. And his whole-body fucking hurt as it slammed against the floor. “Did I get it?” The angry mews told him that he did. He crawled over, careful to keep the corners of the blanket together, slowly bringing his hands closer to the cat’s torso. “Shh, shhh, it’s okay. I got you.” Kaden made sure the blanket was firmly wrapped around the cat, mostly it’s claws, and then wriggled its little head out. “Hey now, it’s going to be alright, we’re going to take you to the shelter and see if you have a family missing you, okay?” He put his hand out for the cat to sniff and, hopefully, maybe let him pet it. “Uh, you think you can drive us over?” he said, turning to Regan, cat burrito still in hand. “My hands are a little full.”

All that had transpired over the course of the next few minutes was like a flash of lightning during a heat storm in the middle of summer. As soon as it started it was over. Layla had made a break for it, but Regan’s deathly scream left her disoriented and stumbling around aimlessly. It also gave Kaden the opportunity he needed to catch her. Meowing non-stop under the darkness of the blanket, the orange tabby squirmed around trying to break free from her blanket prison but couldn’t. When Kaden finally helped her release her small head, she noticed his hand right in her face, PUTAIN DE MERDE! LET ME GO, YOU SON-OF-POLTERGEIST! She released a low, deep and threatening growl, before sinking her sharp little fangs down into his hand making sure to draw blood. If she couldn’t get free, she’d at least get even, and with that, she turned her head the other way. The safety and hope she had felt with Regan were gone, and so was her trust that the woman would help her escape this cat prison she was trapped in. Now, it would be up to her to figure a way out of this mess or forever be cursed as a cat. But first, she was going to have to escape from animal control, and that was going to be a task in itself.

[drferox]

Actually your daughter is right

It’s very easy to spend so much time surrounded by people that share your views, an echochamber I suppose, that sometimes you forget that there people out there in the world, grown adults, that hold views so different from yours that are making decisions based on what they firmly believe is right. And they’re so wrong.

Not necessarily out of maliciousness, but more likely a combination of ignorance and never needing to have their views challenged before.

This is most striking when I see this play out when there’s a teenaged child involved.

That teenager typically has access to the internet and a tonne of information and more often than not is trying to talk the parent around to doing the right thing, but it hamstrung because the parent is automatically defaulting to this “I am the parent so I know more and better” stance.

It’s infuriating to watch play out, but it’s really, genuinely important to reinforce the idea that the teenager is right where they are right, and why. If you’ve backed them up, they can keep working on their parent’s pet care at home, and it encourages them into good habits for the rest of their pet owning lives.

I had a scenario like this recently. One where you suspect that you’ve got exactly one chance to convince the owner to desex their cat, or you’re not going to see the animal again until it’s dying one day. Fifty or more kittens later.

I was struck by how proud she was as she told me her thoughts, as though she’d cracked a code or unearthed some big conspiracy.

“Well I think the problem is that animal shelters are too expensive. They charge too much money for cats, and that’s why they’re so full all the time!” she said with a self satisfied little nod as she leaned back in her chair, as though this was indisputable fact.

Her daughter’s eyes rolled so hard I thought they might leave her body.

But we were having none of that today.

“Well that is simply not the case.”

I explained that shelters lose money on every cat and kitten they rehome. That they’ve all had veterinary work done, all desexed, many of them treated for illnesses and injuries. I told them about the pyothorax case a local shelter had treated, and the 80 or so kittens we’d had come through the clinic so far this year, all going off to three separate shelters and rescues because they’re all so full up and overloaded with kittens. That the responsible thing to do is desex your cat, unless you wanted to breed for a specific reason, and ‘so i have kittens to give to my friends for free’ is really a terrible reason.

A ‘free’ kitten is not really ‘free’. It needs vaccines, microchipping and desexing. If someone wont even pay $50 for a shelter cat, who’s had all of these things done already, how can you even be sure they will pay to feed it, let alone the vet care it needs?

And she relented. I spayed the cat.

I heard the daughter muttering as they left the consult “See, I told you.”

Parents don’t listen to their children sometimes. But I hope being told her daughter was right might mean she’s a little more inclined to listen next time. OR at least consider researching it herself.

[etraytin]

Quarantine, Day 134

July 23

The kitten room feels so empty tonight! For the past month or so I've been journaling from in here while keeping one eye on the boys' nightly rampage, occasionally taking breaks to stop them from bouncing off walls or to dangle the cat dancer for them. But this afternoon I packed them up and took them back to the shelter where they will go on to big kitten finishing school before going up for adoption. My kitten room is quiet and peaceful, perfect for tiny neonates who need lots of sleep and cuddles in order to grow, but not exactly the best environment from which to dump two scared not-quite-feral-anymores into the controlled chaos of the kitten room at the shelter. It is frustrating that the rescue coordinator cannot see the difference in them from six weeks ago because they are still so scared when they go into the shelter, but I am hoping that spending a couple weeks in the different and much more fluid environment of big kitten foster will help them adjust better. They are so sweet, they're just scared of change! 

With the kittens off to their next adventure, our attention turns to getting ready for the trip. Tonight I need to clean up the kitten room, both because it will get extremely stinky and gross if I just leave it for ten days and because I know that as soon as I get back they're going to give me new kittens. There are so many kittens, y'all! We knew it was going to be like this all the way back in March when the spay-neuter clinic had to close down and our trapping  was curtailed by health concerns and curfew. Still, you just have to do what you can! Our numbers this month are good so far, even with a full week left to go. We've TNR'd 15 adult cats, put 17 kittens into foster, and only had to euthanize one sick and suffering cat. We also raised nearly enough money to cover our own costs for the month, which is very important! The rescue operates on a thin margin at the best of times, but with adoptions down and intakes up, they can't afford to kick a lot of cash our way for surgeries. Getting money from the people who ask us to catch cats for them helps some, but we don't not help cats just because somebody can't pay. So far our best vehicle for fundraising has been finding the very photogenic kitties and telling their stories to Facebook with the donate button activated. People do like to help sad kitties, thank god! 

Besides cleaning the kitten room, I also need to get the kitchen and bathrooms clean so nothing unpleasant grows while we are away, and clean out the van so we can fill it with stuff to take with us. We still haven't gotten that bookshelf out because it rained this afternoon. So lots of cleaning, packing suitcases (my husband did all the laundry because he is a generally amazing person), getting the plants set up for slow watering, and making food for the trip is all on the agenda for tomorrow. Plus it's our anniversary, which is at least an excellent excuse for takeout and not dirtying up the kitchen. Also it is the cat's birthday! She is officially old enough to drive now, so be careful out there! 

In lieu of watching the kittens wrestle while I write, I'm keeping an eye on the local Facebook group melting down over the school board task force recommendation that the first nine weeks of school be all-virtual. You can definitely tell who in the comments has never even visited an elementary school since their own student years. It's an interesting mix of people concerned about spreading the virus in schools, people concerned about the logistical nightmare of social distancing in schools, people who are so desperate to get their kids back into school (for a variety of reasons) that they would risk just about anything, and a smattering of people insisting that this is all a hoax and that somehow Nancy Pelosi is winning if we keep schools closed (???) The Pelosi part just seems to be one guy who is posting a whole lot. 

I put in my two cents and bowed out, which is that if they open the schools they are just going to have to close them again as soon as they run out of teachers. Even assuming that every teacher is willing to go back and that anybody who can retire or afford to quit doesn't bounce at the last minute, COVID-19 exposure requires a two week family quarantine. If the teacher gets exposed, or if one of their kids gets exposed, that's a teacher out for 14 days, which is a nightmare sub scenario in normal times. The division says they have 350 subs, but nobody sent me a survey along with my "welcome to 2020, substitute teacher!" letter to ask if I was actually planning to teach. My answer, and I suspect the answer of a lot of subs, is no. And real talk, last year I could've subbed all day every day if I had wanted to, because there were never enough subs to cover every spot even in good times. How many teachers do you lose with no available replacement before you have to close a school and not even teach virtually? 

Oh, and the other cat thing I did today was dropping off the drop trap (ha!) at a new site to get the cats there trap-trained. Trap training is great if you can manage it, set up the trap and prop it so it stays open, then start feeding the cat in there for several days in a row. The cat gets over their jitters about the trap and gets used to the food being there, so when you actually set the trap to catch them, they walk right in. This time we are trying to catch a mama and two half-grown kittens and we are hoping to get them all in a single drop. This lady whose house I was at was very nice and clearly very affluent, and she is paying the freight for all three cats which is great. She showed me what happened to her TNR cat from a few years ago, who was TNRed as a kitten and then lived in her garage over the winter because it was cold but she was still pretty feral. They decided they could not keep her in the house because she didn't get along with their dog, so they basically built her an efficiency apartment out of half the backyard shed. This thing is an insulated room with lights, air conditioning, television, a heated cat bed, a cat tree, and a little cat door leading out to a screened-in catio. They put an antenna on the shed so the cat could get more channels, and there is a comfy human chair so they can spend time with her. I felt all the feelings simultaneously and elected to settle on being happy that this cat obviously has a super excellent life, and that the humans are taking care of their other feral cats, probably dumpees from the nearby trailer campground. 

All right, I've dawdled enough for one night, time to actually get some work done. Oh, and in one last bit of COVID trivia, only one urgent care chain on the Peninsula is giving tests for people without symptoms, and their turnaround time is 7-10 days. That's a pretty good indication that whatever our infection rate is, we actually have no idea how many people have got this thing. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #271

“some of those who work forces are the same that burn crosses.”

Do you cook on the stove at all, or just microwave? I just use the microwave. I'm scared of the stove lmao. Do you ever debate religion with your friends? Bruuuh no. I am so disinterested in debating about something that to me ultimately doesn't matter yet humanity has made so serious. Whatever happens after we die, happens, there's that. Just be a decent human being and go out knowing you did your best to make the world better than when you entered it. Do you keep your shampoo in the shower or someplace else? In the shower. Something your mother said or did that shocked you: Like... recently? Or in my entire life? I dunno about recently, but I guess the most shocking to me was when she vehemently called my sister something I won't repeat. Did your mom go to college? She was before the cancer. Ready to graduate, too, but that didn't go as planned thanks to, y'know, cancer. Which food do you think you have the most cans of in your cupboard? Good question, no clue. I don't really pay attention to the canned foods. Maybe fruits? Do you save fortunes from fortune cookies? No. Are you offended when Christmas is spelled Xmas? Nah. Where do you put your keys when you come home? In my purse. Describe your favorite mug or glass to drink from? I don't have one. That I use, anyway. Sara gave me a Markiplier quote one that's a Holy Item on my shelf and instead of holding a beverage holds All My Love. Your bad habit that you love the most: UGH I hate how much I love soda. Invent a pop tart flavor: STORY TIME!!!! As a kid, there was this contest to design a type and you won like... a fucking huge supply of the newest flavor, which was at the time that wild berry whatever thing. My sister and I made one that I think I recall being pink with heart sprinkles and strawberry flavored, and we won. Guess who fucking hates the wild berry flavor now lmao. Okay but anyway if I was to invent one now... is there a BLUE raspberry flavor? Cuz a bitch loves blue raspberry flavored everything. Do you name your pets after tv/movie/book characters: Sometimes. I don't currently have a pet that is, though. Are you proud of yourself for what you've accomplished? The few things I actually have, sure? I'm more ashamed of what I haven't. Do you own any sexy lingerie? Nooooo no one would want to see me in that, least of all myself lmao. Have you ever caught a bouquet of flowers at a wedding before? No. Has a horse ever neighed at you before? Uhhh I don't think so? Do you prefer ice cream or sorbet? Ice cream. Have you gotten your pets spayed? My cat is. That's like... the only pet we ever have fixed, sadly. My parents/Mom (depending on time period) could just never afford it. The only real reason we managed to get Roman neutered was because our sister directed us to a cheap on-the-go business where it was like... only $45, and Roman was marking the house badly so it was pretty urgent. Would you ever take in a stray animal? HA, that is the STORY of my family with cats. At this current time, most likely not. We don't need another pet right now, nevermind one of a mysterious background with my mom being sick. When is payday? N/A Have you ever walked on a runway before? No. How long is your workday? N/A Is there a walkway or a pathway to your front door? No. What is your favorite color? What is your least favorite color? Pink is superior to all colors. I'm really not a puke-green fan, but I mean... is anyone? What color dominates your wardrobe? Everything is B L A C K. What color are your eyes? Grayish blue. Are you colorblind, or do you know anyone who is? I'm not, but Jason's brother is colorblind to I think red and blue? Do you prefer color photos or black-and white? It greatly depends on the composition and subject matter of the photograph. I find great beauty in both. If I had to pick though, color usually appeals to me more. Are you one of those people who can taste, feel, or smell colors? No. Have you ever seen a double rainbow before? Yes. Do you enjoy coloring? It tends to be my least-favorite part of the art process because that's where I always fuck shit up. Do you know anyone who is racist? Oh my, PLENTY. Welcome to the South. Are your nails painted any color(s) right now? They never are. Can you lift more than 100lbs? I probably CAN, but it would be very hard. What's your opinion on incest? It's fucking repulsive. Morally and negative from a scientific standpoint, anyway. Do you have a favorite color for cats? Orange. What video games did you play when you were younger? I was a massive gamer as a kid, teenager too, so I could put a hell of a lot here. But, I'll just imagine you're referring to when I was quite young. The Spyro games (save for Skylanders) were my LIFE, I loved Nintendogs, the Crash Bandicoot trilogy, lots of games that were based on movies (like Madagascar and Finding Nemo are two I really enjoyed), uhhh... OH! And absolutely weird, but I loved hunting games. Like, I had a whooole lot, despite hating real life hunting even as a child. I think it was because I got to see wild animals, plus it could be calming to wander and scary, too, when things like wolves found you. Oh, and then there were fishing games, too. LOOK I just love(d) games. Would you ever get a tramp stamp? I hate that nickname. Having a tattoo literally anywhere does not equate you to a stereotype. Yes, because I want to be heavily tattooed anyway. Did you cry when Michael Jackson died? No. Not that I didn't care at all, I just wasn't a giant fan. What's the ugliest species of animal? Lmao how mean. The blobfish immediately comes to mind, though. Looks like a ball of mucus shaped into an old man's face. Are you embarrassed about any songs on your iPod? I used to be, now it's just like whatever. I like what I like. What do you use to listen to music on the computer? YouTube. Do people know a lot about you? Places on the Internet sure do lmao. I try to be much more private now online to a degree, depending on where. Irl, no. I'm too easily embarrassed/afraid of being judged for what makes me, me. Who was the last person you slept beside? Sara. Do you like Metallica? They're one of my all-time favorites and I trust NOBODY who claims to hate them. What's your favorite kind of soup? I'm not a fan of soup. What’s your best friend's favorite band? Her all-time favorite is Pink Floyd. Who was the last person you took a picture with? Ummm idr. Do you play Guitar Hero? Not really anymore, but I fuckin slayed that shit back in the day. Whose house did you last visit? My older sister's. Who was the last person to come to your house? My younger sister. What time do you usually eat dinner? Anywhere between 5:30 to like... 7:00 or so. Have you ever searched your own house on Google Earth? Not this current one, no. Does it bother you when people have a loose grip on hugs? No? Some people don't like hugs. Are you looking forward to next year? I don't know. Is covid gonna be history by then? It depends on a lot of things. What have you done so far this summer? *blink blink blink* What's your favorite punk band? Honestly, I don't even really separate bands by genres now because I don't know. There's so so many, plenty overlap, etc. etc, and people - especially those who enjoy rock/metal stuff, I've found - get all snobbish and "WELL ACTUALLY" when you "misgenre" or whatever. Which is better: cold or hot weather? COLD. FUCK hot weather. Anything above ~75*F is disgusting. Is photography something you enjoy? I'm an aspiring photographer so like- What’s the best flavor snow cone? I haven't had a legit snow cone in years... but we have a place called Pelican's Snowballs, which is really just like... snow cones in a cup? They are A M A Z I N G and strawberry is to die for. When driving, are you a speed demon or do you drive like your grandmother? I don't drive because I'm terrified to. Have you ever met someone who just had you at hello? No. Bet you were expecting "Jason," but no, I was weirded out that a stranger just comes up to me in the hall on the way to class and starts talking to me. Have you ever written poetry? Yeah. Do you have any addictions? Technology, ugh. And soda, rip. When was the last time you just laid and looked at the stars? Laid, many years ago one summer when Jason and I were just lying on the trampoline while my dad was grilling. What song reminds you of an ex? A lot. What color eyeliner do you prefer? Black. What was the last thing that you made with your own two hands? Like, made from scratch? Hell if I know. What’s the deepest water you will wade into? Like, shoulder-deep in the ocean. How many blades does your razor have? Three, I think? Highest grade of education you’ve completed? Just one semester of college. Lowest grade you’ve received on a test? Yikes, Fs in college math. He taught in such an abstract way that I failed like... every test, or nearly did. I was too afraid to ask questions continuously. Do you enjoy sitting in the sun or the shade more? There is NO situation where I would rather be in the sun. Do you enjoy going to arcades? Hell yeah. What parades do you like to go to? None. When’s the last time you went on a tirade? I ranted to Mom about the fucking ridiculous anti-maskers that are a big reason this motherfucking pandemic is worsening in America. With my mom being immunocompromised, it is something I take VERY goddamn seriously. It's not a difference in opinion - it's a difference in morality. Do you like to play charades? I loved to as a kid. Now it'd feel weird. Would you ever lead a crusade? I wouldn't want to lead anything. Have your parents ever forbade you from doing something? Aha, so as a kid, I had a game demo disc that showed the preview to Parasite Eve, and my sisters and I would secretly watch it despite it scaring us to where Mom did forbid us to click on it. And all these years later, I've played it and love it... ha ha. Otherwise, my parents have always been pretty open to letting us do stuff, save for things the usual parent doesn't like, like swearing. When’s the last time someone said something degrading to you? A few days back when I got into an argument on Facebook about some asshole teasing their newly-hatched cobra to where it kept striking at the tongs, hood flared and all. Apparently I had no idea what I was talking about, pointing out the snake was clearly stressed out. What’s the last homemade dish you’ve made? I legit haven't cooked a thing since Sara was here and I made her eggs for breakfast. Which was like, a year ago. Do you like lemonade? What flavor(s)? Broooo YES. Pink lemonade is better, but I enjoy just the classic kind, too. Has anyone ever serenaded you before? Fuck this question. Would you like to visit the Everglades? Lemme see them motherfuckin GATORS. Have you ever attended a masquerade ball before? No. Would be dope, though. Have you lost anyone to AIDS? No, thank god. Have you ever been paid for sex? Hell no. Have you ever had a maid in your home before? HUNNY we are too poor for that shit. Do you know how to do different types of braids in hair? No. When’s the last time you wore a Band-aid? Where and why? I have no clue. When was the last time you were afraid? Of what? A family friend was over here a couple days ago and she had this weirdest muscle cramp in her leg that brought her to the floor gasping for like over a minute. I was super scared, and Mom was too, as we had no idea what to do. I almost had to call 911. Crazy woman hasn't gone to the doctor about it, to my knowledge. Would you ever consider growing your hair out to your waist, or longer? NOOOO NO NO. I am probably having short hair for the rest of my life. Is there anywhere in your house that you're scared to be alone in? No. What is your favorite shoe brand? I don't have one. What weird things did you do as a small child? I was just a weird kid in general. I did a lotta stuff that would make people raise a brow. Who puts the most pressure on you in your life? My goddamn self. Do you laugh off embarrassing moments? Hell no, I turn red as a cherry and probably cry once I'm in private. Do you have a favourite actor/actress? If so, who? No. Do you like little kids, or do they annoy you? I feel uncomfortable around them. They're too brutally honest, I feel like every move I make is wrong, and I just generally feel incapable of handling them properly. Do you want a small or a large family when you get older? Well, I don't want any kids, so... Are you a good dancer? If not, do you enjoy dancing anyways? No and no. I'd be embarrassed. Have you ever lied to avoid getting into trouble? Yeah. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital for a long period of time? I'd say two weeks is pretty long, and I was supposed to stay an entire month. I only got out of that by going to court. Do you take a lot of pictures of yourself, or are you camera shy? I HATE being in front of the camera. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling? I just like ketchup, mustard, and pickles, really. A bit of diced onion is fine, too. I prefer gas; I hate the charcoal-y taste. You are chosen to have lunch with the president. the condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask? Fuck that, I'd decline going to begin with. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies? Popcorn, of course. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email? Pop-up ads. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding? N/A What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? Probably like, wrestling. Golf. Sports in general. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test? I haven't tried it yet. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose? I always just use chocolate syrup. Would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic? CHRIST, TRAFFIC. Elevators kinda scare me and I'm very scared of being stuck in one. What are you sitting on right now? My bed. Are you listening to anything? Halocene's cover of "Killing In The Name." Have you parents ever hated one of your boyfriends/girlfriends? No. Who was the last person to give you money? I have no idea. Have you ever dreamed of someone you barely know? Actually yeah. Weird as hell. When was the most recent time, if ever, that you felt “impostor syndrome,” or that you felt unqualified to be somewhere? Hm. I suppose when I went to the doctor by myself for my foot. I'd never done an appointment without Mom at all, and I was veeery clueless to a lot of steps, questions, etc. What are some ways that pop culture has helped you learn historic or scientific facts? Some TV shows, I guess. Or games, even. Have you ever had a job in which you felt that you had nothing to do? What was the protocol in that situation (e.g., surfing the web, taking on the job of co-workers, or pretending to work)? If you have not, do you think it would be lucky or unlucky to have such a job? No. I was expected to always be doing something. I'd consider that to be pretty unlucky, as it sounds boring and pointless. Have you ever intimidated or made another person feel legitimately threatened? If not, do you think that you could ever be seen as scary? I don't know. Mom has admitted me yelling has scared her before, though. I can yell pretty fucking loudly. But she herself never felt threatened. And do I think I could be seen as scary? Yes. Especially given my chronic fucking nightmares that almost always involve confrontation. In what ways do you or would you need to be validated by a partner? (For example, liking your posts/talking about you on social media, or perhaps by doting on you with gifts.) I am VERY much a "words of affirmation" person. I NEED reassurance that I'm adequate and sincerely loved. When you are having a hard time emotionally, what are some of the telltale ways that you act out or that your personality reflects your struggles? I become very snappy and more reclusive than usual. I cry really easily. Do you tend to succeed by weaning yourself off of something or by quitting cold turkey? It depends on what it is, but I've generally needed to wean myself off of things when necessary. Is there a specific type of pet breed/size/etc. that you don’t want? Why not? I am very turned off by animal breeds/types that are subject to serious health issues, such as pugs, dachsunds, Persians, spider ball pythons... Just don't fucking breed them. Ironically, some of these are the cutest, but I care far more about the health of the animal. Have you ever lived in a notoriously dangerous area? If not, would it bother you to do so? Yes and yes. Has a friend’s significant other ever interfered with or damaged your friendship? What about a significant other of yours damaging a friendship? I don't believe so, no. What, if anything, is something that you put pressure on yourself about? What do you imagine would happen if you did not live up to this expectation? Getting a job, for Heaven's sake, and actually managing to keep it. I've proven inept in this area so far, so, I've already failed that. :^) If you have been in a serious relationship, have you and your partner ever discussed lifetime plans that clashed? Did you reconcile them or did you break up? If you have not been in a relationship, what are some issues that would be deal-breakers? Jason and I kinda casually talked about kids early in our relationship, at which time I didn't see myself wanting them at all and he did at some point. It didn't really bother either of us, though; it was something we'd figure out if we actually got anywhere. Then he became the only person I could ever imagine myself having kids with. Life's funny.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What Rhymes With “AY”? Warning: This survey has 114 questions

1. Do you enjoy listening to reggae music? I haven’t listened to much reggae music.

2. Have you ever rolled in hay before? No. I’m actually allergic.

3. Has anyone ever broken a promise they made? Of course. 

4. Last time you went to a café, what did you order? Coffee.

5. Have you ever been to a matinee performance before? No.

6. Would you like a chance to ride in Santa’s sleigh? Why or why not? Would it be like the one in The Santa Clause that had a hot chocolate and cookie dispenser? ha. Swap the hot chocolate with coffee, though.

7. Have you ever taken ballet lessons before? How about any other type of dance lessons? No. That was actually something I wished I could do when I was a kid and in high school. I thought the dance team was cool.

8. Do you own any sexy lingerie? Nope.

9. Have you ever caught a bouquet of flowers at a wedding before? Nope.

10. Do you know how to do the Whip/Nae Nae? I do, actually.

11. Have you ever played croquet before? Nope. 

12. Has a horse ever neighed at you before? No.

13. How much do you weigh? I’m not exactly sure, but I am definitely underweight. 

14. Do you ever wear a beret? No.

15. When’s the last time you’ve been to a buffet? Back in February. There was a breakfast buffet at Disneyland where you got to visit with various characters while you ate. It was cute.

16. Have you ever attended a cabaret? No.

17. Have you ever eaten at Swiss Chalet? No. Never even heard of it.

18. Do you know how to crochet? How about doing macrame? No.

19. Do you have a duvet on your bed? No.

20. What was the last thing that ricocheted off of a surface? My phone did.

21. What do you put on your ice cream sundaes? I’m good with just vanilla ice cream and strawberry syrup, but sometimes I’ll add chocolate syrup as well. Bananas and whip cream are also great additions. Wow, it’s been yearsss since I’ve had one but that sounds really good right now.

22. Have you ever woken up to the “Reveille” bugle wake-up call at summer camp? No. I’ve never been to summer camp.

23. What is your favorite entrée to order at your favorite restaurant? My favorite restaurant is Wingstop and I always get the garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings.

24. Is crème brulee your favorite dessert? I don’t like actual creme brulee, but I like the creme brulee latte at Starbucks that they offer in the winter.

25. Do you know anyone who wears a toupee? I don’t think so.

26. Have you ever made a soufflé before? Was it good? Nope. I like the spinach and artichoke breakfast souffle from Panera, though.

27. Do you prefer ice cream or sorbet? Ice cream.

28. Do you know anyone named Renee, Jay, Clay, or Ray? I know someone whose middle name is Renee if that counts, and I also know a Jay and a Ray.

29. Have you ever had café au lait? Yes.

30. Have you ever gone to a restaurant called “Chez ______”? No.

31. Hey, how’s it going? It’s almost 730AM I should be going to sleep. My medicine I took a bit ago is making me feel a little nauseous, too, cause I took it on an empty stomach. That wouldn’t have been a problem if I just went to bed, but nooo. :/

32. When’s the last time you wore a lei? It’s been several years.

33. Did you obey your parents when you were younger? Yes.

34. Who do you want to hunt down like prey? No one.

35. Have you ever had whey before? No.

36. What message would you like to convey to someone right now? Nothing at the moment.

37. Whose survey did you take last? I don’t know who made it.

38. Have you ever been to a bay before? Yes.

39. Do you have a bae? “Or nah.” Ha, old Vine reference. Anyway, no, I do not.

40. What’s your favorite day of the week? They’re all the same to me, really, since I’m not in school nor do I have a job.

41. Have you ever had to read “The Cay”? Nope. That title doesn’t ring a bell.

42. Are you feeling okay? I’m feeling tired, hot, and kind of nauseous. 

43. Do you know anyone who is gay? Yeah, a few people.

44. Do you like the acting of Tina Fey? Sure.

45. Have you ever listened to The Fray? Yes, I like a few of their songs.

46. Do you have any frayed clothing? No.

47. Do you prefer bluebirds or bluejays? Bluebirds.

48. Is May your favorite month? No. I only like saying, “It’s gonna be May” haha. You know, the NSYNC/Justin Timberlake meme.

49. May I ask you some more questions? Sure.

50. Have you ever voted “nay” to anything before? What? Yeah. I was a board member for a club in college and there were things we voted on. 

51. Have you ever wanted to make someone pay for something that they did? I’m not a revengeful person.

52. Do you ever just lay around all day? That’s all I pretty much do everyday. 

53. Are you a happy little frickin’ ray of sunshine? No. I’m a little black raincloud. 

54. Is there something that you would like to say to someone? “There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don’t know howwww.” 

55. When’s the last time that you were so excited that you exclaimed (or at least thought) “yay!” ? I said that the other night when my brother said he was making his bomb spaghetti. haha.

56. Have you ever felt like you’ve lost your way? I’ve been feeling that way for the past few years.

57. Do you ever wish that people would just go away? lol I’ve felt that way in some situations.

58. Have you heard an animal bray before? What animal was it? Yeah, a donkey.

59. What’s the last thing that you made out of clay? Nothing.

60. Are you starting to go gray? I’ve found a few here and there. D: It was like the minute I turned 30 I found my first one, ha.

61. Are you feeling okay right now? No. I still feel how I felt earlier when you asked how it was goin’. :/

62. Do you pray? How often? Yes, but not nearly as much as I ought to. 

63. What’s the best play you’ve seen before? The Phantom of the Opera.

64. What did you like to play with when you were younger? I was obsessed Barbies, I could play for hours. I also liked playing house and school.

65. Do you know how to sashay? “Sashay away.”

66. Would you like to slay dragons? Nah. I wouldn’t want to mess with a dragon.

67. Have you gotten your pets spayed? All my dogs were fixed/spayed. My doggo was spayed before we could take her home from the adoption shelter.

68. Have you ever begged someone to stay with you? Not begged, but I didn’t want them to leave.

69. Has the room ever started to sway before? I hateeee that feeling. 

70. When’s the last time you ate a meal on a tray? Uhhh. I don’t recall.

71. Do you know how to do math arrays? You’re speaking math so no. 

72. Have you ever experienced a delay of any sort? Yeah.

73. Do you have any tooth decay? No.

74. When’s the last time you wrote an essay? What was it about? Back when I was still in school, so it’s been 5 years now since the last time. 

75. When’s the last time you competed in a relay race? I participated in a few wheelchair race events when I was a kid.

76. Have you ever wondered how you could ever repay someone? Yes. I wish I could spoil and take care of my mom one day for everything she has done and continues to do for me. She deserves so much.

77. What did you do today? So far just Tumblr, surveys, and listening to ASMR.

78. Would you ever take in a stray animal? We don’t really have room for another pet, but I’d want to help in some way. Once we had a stray dog wander in our backyard and we took care of him until we were able to find him a good home. We also once had a cat who often went into our backyard and she ended up having kittens, so we cared for them and found them all homes, including the mama.

79. What’s the last cleaning spray that you’ve used? Lysol disinfectant spray.

80. When’s the last time you splayed your fingers? I’ll do it right now. 

81. Has your airway ever been blocked before? Yes. Such a scary, traumatizing experience. It’s why I can’t take pills now at all unless I can crush them.

82. Has anyone ever led you astray? In some ways.

83. When it’s hot out, do you sleep with blankets anyways? Noooo. 

84. Have you ever felt betrayed? Yep. Not a nice feeling.

85. When’s the last time you listened to a DJ? My cousin’s quince a few years ago.

86. What’s the last unfortunate thing that happened, to your dismay? This pandemic.

87. When is payday? The 1st of the month (disability). 

88. Do good moments or bad moments replay through your mind more often? My mind likes to dwell on all the bad stuff instead. 

89. Do you prepay for anything? I typically like to pay all my bills at the same time each month instead of waiting until the day each of them are due.

90. Have you ever walked on a runway before? No.

91. Do you know a runaway? No.

92. Have you ever ridden the subway before? How about driven on the skyway? Nope.

93. Have you ever used an ashtray before? No.

94.How do you feel about public displays of affection? I don’t mind a little bit, like a quick kiss, hand holding, arms around each other, or a hug. 

95. Where would you like to go for a getaway? I wish I could rent a beach house and have my own private beach area.

96. Do you do any gateway drugs?  Some say weed is a gateway drug, but I personally never had any interest in try anything beyond that.

97. Have you ever felt like someone wasn’t meeting you halfway? Yes.

98. What were you doing at midday? I’ll be sleeping.

99. Have you ever stopped midway through a survey before?  Yeah, I did that with this one. I started it last night, but got too tired to finish it.

100. What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas.

101. Do you like to drive on the highway/thruway? I don’t drive, but yeah I prefer taking the highway over driving through town and hitting all the red lights.

102. Have you ever put something on layaway before? I haven’t, personally, but I’ve gone shopping with my mom and added stuff of my own along with her’s that she put on layaway.

103. Have you ever been cornered in an alleyway? No.

104. When is your birthday? July 28th. 

105. Do you know anyone who was a castaway? No.

106. How long is your workday? I don’t have a job.

107. What do you typically do on the weekdays? I do the same things everyday.

108. Is there a walkway or a pathway to your front door? Yeah.

109. What do you want to be someday? A functioning adult.

110. What is something that you do everyday? Drink coffee.

111. Do you park in your driveway? Do you even have a driveway? I don’t have a car, but yeah my house has a driveway that my parent’s use for their cars.

112. Have you ever won a giveaway? Yes.

113. How important is foreplay? I wouldn’t know.

114. Hooray! You’ve made it to the end! What are you going to do now? Eat my ramen. I was waiting for it to cool a bit.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

[datura-foxglove]

I have three cats. All of them were adopted (or forcing themselves to be adopted by sitting in front of my door meowing and acting cute until they managed to get inside and refuse to leave). I have adopted five cats in total but one ran away when he is on mating season (I was a college student, I don't have money to pay for his spaying) and never returned until I have to move back home and I have to leave him behind, the other one died because I didn't vaccinate her (again, college student. On her last semester. She is indoor cat so I wasn't that worried but then one of my friend is an intern vet student so she probably caught something from her).

The second cat I adopted (the first one is the one who ran away) is Narnia. My mom is the one who named her. After I am finished with my college I brought her back home (she had to go by car for 6 hours and then by train for another 8 hours). She is three years old this year.

She is so fat that people keep asking if she is pregnant. No, she is just... well, fat. Which I don't understand why because she is really active and she ate even less than my other cats. I have brought her to vet and she is pretty much healthy.

I don't know if it's because of her name or what, but she is a princess. Truly. She won't touch commoner's food and will only accept the most expensive canned food or she will starve herself and stared at you like you are the cruelest human alive for torturing her. She won't steal human food. She is quiet, elegant, and only purr when you pet her to her satisfaction. She demands clean environment and will refuse to step on anything dirty. Will sit on my chest if I dared not to open the blanket to let her inside and sleep near my feet under the blanket and will get mad if I touch her with my cold feet (I can't help it she is warm).

Still, she is the only one who will come if I called her. She will snuggle to me and purr, let me hold her in my arms, and be happy whenever I come home.

But she is scary like a lioness to stray cats and new cats. She will hiss and spits, yowling whenever she sees other cats from the window. If I try to calm her down she will throw a fit and walk away. Truly a princess.

My fourth cat is a stray that my mom picked up from her workplace. He refused to leave my mom's side and stared at her sorrowfully until she brought him home. I'm the one who named him and because I was on Persona 5 craze at that time, I called him Ren (Amamiya Ren is the protagonist of Persona 5).

I really suspect that the name I chose for him is either a curse or blessing, because he truly acts like a phantom thief lol. Ren is a sneaky bastard. Somehow he learns how to open the drawers and steals plastics or other things he then used as toys. He will only do this when I am asleep or not watching him. If I caught him red-handed trying to open the drawer, he will freeze for a moment before pushing it close and then sits there and stare at me innocently. He is really big compared to Narnia and even more active than her. He likes tall places and jumping around from tables to bed. He likes playfighting since he is only a bit older than one year old but Narnia keeps getting angry if he goes too brutal.

He is also a spoiled child who demands my attention if I ignore him for too long. He had no problem using my leg or hips as pillow and if I moved he will follow like a sticky bug. He likes getting under the blanket too but he will sleep by my side.

But he is also the most violent. I never managed to bathe him without ending up in scratches. He has claws and won't hesitate to use it.

The last is my newest kitten, Byleth (yep that name is from me. Byleth is the protagonist from Fire Emblem Three Houses). I am quite certain what is their sex yet (I haven't brought them to a vet yet. They came on Chinese New Year and after that I don't have time yet. So they still stay outside until then, but I have made a bed and they stayed right outside of my door most of the time). Still in process of slowly bringing them inside. Narnia still refuse to associate with them. Ren is cautious but his curiosity is too strong and he has started closing in on them. Not touching yet, but at least he has stopped hissing.

Since I haven't spent a long time with them yet I don't know much about their personality yet. Just that they love canned food, they ate a lot, and they are loud. Actually, it's the voice of their meowing at six am that woke me up. When I checked I found them outside of the gate of my house. Then they looked at me and ran towards me, after that they refuse to leave. I don't know which stray cats that my mother gave food regularly is their mother, no one pick them up. They are pretty affectionate, love to snuggle and asking for pets. Since they have black fur, it made me anxious when I fed them at night since I can barely spot them in the dark. They tend to snuggle my foot when I walk so I am afraid to step on them.

So these are my cats and I love them. Why am I making this? Because I keep getting question of 'why aren't you married yet' by my sister-in-law, father, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma, and even distant family member I don't bother to remember. Now I can just show them this post and say 'I already have three children'. Or just to show off my beautiful children to my friends.

[littlewalken]

Spider-Man x Deadpool story starter

I start it, you finish it

Contains a hint of lemon

Spider-Man + Deadpool

“PNDB”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Deadpool had to be smiling underneath his mask. He stood at the podium twiddling his thumbs, waiting. Peter Parker lifted his camera to his face and took a picture. There was still a good couple of minutes to stop this.

Being “the local leader” J3 Communications had been steadily building its footing with it’s independent television empire, and part of that included a local UHF channel which allowed anyone their fifteen minutes of public discourse-as long as it didn’t incite hatred, violence, or break any other FCC laws. 

So today it was the turn of the masked vigilante Deadpool to make his choice of chairs, tables, podiums, and fake plants and take to live air with a 90 delay. He had even left his weapons at security to show how serious he was about things. And he had to be serious because he hadn’t cracked a single joke. Well, he had, but they weren’t the zingers he was known for.

Even if Peter wasn’t the staff photographer required to get a few shots of everyone who appeared he would have been there n one form or another. Spider-Man’s presence might have set Deadpool off. At least he didn’t know who it was under the mask.

When it was time Deadpool took a deep a deep breath, “Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between and not. Fifteen years ago, last Valentine’s Day, that night exactly, I took your mother to pound town. Being the stupid idiots we were, we placed you for adoption in what was hopefully a loving family and not a Dickensian orphanage.

“Every Father’s Day that goes by, every Christmas, every one of your birthdays, I think about you,” Deadpool wiped a tear from his mask. “I think about all the things I’ve missed out on, teaching you to ride a bicycle, teaching you how to lob grenades, and all that macaroni art!

“So, if you’re the fruit of my loins please come to meet me this Saturday at noon on Fog Hill. And remember to spay and neuter your pets and strange relatives!” 

With that Deadpool left the podium. The control room would repeat his message two more times and pad the rest of the time with PSAs. 

“Hey! Shutterbug! I’m ready for my close-up!”

Peter knew better than to look through the view finder as sure enough, Deadpool had bent over and was mooning the camera with his bare ass. 

“Think I should have invited mom to come along too?” Deadpool wondered aloud. “Naw, she’ll probably hear about this any way.”

“Are you really looking for a child you gave up for adoption?” Asked an intern who was still fresh to the world.

“Nope, sorry, too old,” Deadpool dismissed them. 

“That’s front page…” 

“Nope nope nope,” Deadpool teased. “I doubt Babypool would read it anyway. I can see them now, one of those sword carrying Fedora tipping pony pokers, pajama wearing cat hoarding, do you think they’re in a relationship with a waifu pillow or a cardboard cut out? What if they’re normal? OMFG my child could be an accountant!”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Peter Parker found his mind sent back in time, back to the April Fool’s Day after the Valentine’s Day Deadpool had spoken of. The day he had to make many adult decisions as the result of an adult choice he had made about six weeks previously. He would have to tell other people. 

Ned Leeds approached with a triumphant grin on his face as he held up his prize-a bag from a high priced jewelry store, even though it only had one handle and a mysterious stain. 

“Thanks, buddy,” Peter said as he took the bag and put it in his backpack.

“What do you need it for?” Ned asked in anticipation of being part of a great practical joke.

“Something… Something that I don’t think is that funny any more.” 

Ned could sense something wasn’t right with Peter. “Okay, but if it gets funny again please let me know. Or video it, okay?”

“You’ll know, everyone will know,” Peter said quietly. He could get one at the nurse’s office, she’d give him a pass for gym too. I’ll have to tell Mr Stark I can’t web sling for awhile. I’ll have to tell him. I’ll have to tell Aunt May.

Not wanting to tip anyone off Peter did his best to look green as he headed for the nurse’s office. The kid coming out made a comment asking if Peter had eaten a certain something at lunch too and he nodded. There were a few other queasy looking kids there. 

He had to write his request to the nurse on a note because he couldn’t dare say it aloud. Not that he didn’t already know. He just wanted a second opinion to know the first one was wrong.

It wasn’t wrong. 

And so, only a few months into being 18 and an adult, he had to figure out how to make it right. 

***

There was some stupid musical that had a song about taking away all the trappings of a magical evening and seeing things for what they really were in the daylight, and he was quite sure Joey McIntyre was involved with it. 

Deadpool had positioned himself on the roof of the park bathrooms in what he was sure was a sensual pose. After all the last time he and Spider-Man had been here things had gotten rather passionate. The poor kid had blubbered about his horrible Valentine’s Day, no tuxes left to rent in his size, melted chocolates, abandoned by his date, not wanting to intrude on friends who had gone off with theirs. 

It had taken longer to get through all the discouragement and consent then it took for the somewhat awkward masked sex. Please tell me there was at least one back of the car my parents are out for the evening something before this. 

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” Deadpool asked when he thought he saw something moving on the roof. He’d already told two raccoons and what he hoped was a pigeon. 

This time it was a person dressed in a Spider-Man costume and holding a gift bag. 

“I got you something.”

“A present! For me!” Deadpool squealed as he hopped to his feet. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! What on earth could it be?”

Spider-Man held out the bag but he didn’t budge. Something was wrong.

“Is it a bomb, please tell me one of my arc enemies has forced you in to delivering a bomb to me or they’ll kill your parents!” 

Even that failed to get a reaction from Spider-Man. 

“Thank you,” Deadpool said as he took the bag. He looked inside, took out the object, turned it a bit to catch the yellow security light. “You Bedazzled it and everything.”

“I thought you’d find that funny,” Spider-Man said quietly.

“I love it,” Deadpool said in a soft tone. 

There was a silence waiting for the other to laugh and break the tension. 

“Do you think unplanned parenthood is still open?” Deadpool finally asked.

“It’s called Planned Parenthood,” Spider-Man said.

“I don’t think so, we definitely didn’t plan this. 

***

“Is it Ned?”

“It’s not Ned.”

“Is it Flash Thompson?”

“It’s no one from school.”

“Is it Tony Stark?”

“No.”

“Is it Dr Banner.”

“It isn’t an Avenger.”

“So it was someone worth laying down with but not worth bringing home and introducing to me.” Aunt May returned to her larb. Of course she’d find the box to the home pregnancy test Peter had taken. He should have thrown it out at school but the positive result had shocked the sense out of him. 

“We kept our masks on,” Peter admitted. “He’s never asked who I am.”

Clunk, May’s fork hit the floor. The waiter brought her a new one. 

“I was going to take a gap year any way,” Peter said, the waiter still being close enough to possibly hear. 

“Are you going to keep it?”

“I don’t know.”

***

Tony Stark was taking the news harder than Aunt May did. He got up from behind his desk and marched to be face to face with Deadpool.

“Hey hey hey, he told me he was 42!” Deadpool joked. 

“Spider-Man,” Tony heavily emphasized the second word. “Can make his own choices. I just want to make sure that you…”

“Have already told my amazing baby mama that I will support him in what ever choices he makes with our prom night dumpster baby because it’s his body!” Deadpool snapped. 

“Halloween,” Spider-Man said. “That’s about when it’s due.”

“My bad math,” Deadpool said. 

Tony Stark still looked mad. 

***

Peter Parker looked at his phone, he was purposefully ignoring all of Tony Stark’s messages. All these years later, even after arranging the adoption, the subject of the Spider-Pool baby still pissed him off. He looked around at everyone who had gathered at Fog Hill in Central Park like Deadpool had asked and quite a few of them looked way to old. 

It was hard to pay attention to everything in general with the crowd, even Peter’s Spider-sense seemed to be going a bit crazy trying to sort its self out. When Deadpool finally arrived the crowd went wild. He climbed up on a rock and scanned the crowd.

Looking for a better line of sight the spider part of Peter’s brain directed him to a near by jungle gym. A couple of people who had been sitting there had gotten off to get closer to Deadpool but one kid remained. They were wearing a grey hoodie with goat ears and well worn sneakers. 

“Hey,” Peter said.

“Hey,” goat hoodie replied. 

His spider sense had never felt this way before. 

***

“It’s always fun and games until someone loses an eye.”

Spider-Man just shook his head. He had climbed up the sky scraper to think and Deadpool had followed.

“Do you think Tony Stark will tell you who it is?”

Spider-Man shook his head. 

“Because if either of our identities are compromised the bad guys could go after our kid and learn the identity of the other and all hell would break loose?”

Spider-Man nodded.

“Do you think our kid was even there?” Deadpool asked.

“Yes.”

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This is probably going to sound pathetic but I am desperate to seek out anybody who can help me even slightly. My dog here Juicy Lucy has been diagnosed with mammary tumors and if we don’t get them removed they could turn into full on cancer. They can’t even tell how bad it could be right now since they would need to operate to remove them, regardless it WILL result in a slow death from cancer the longer they stay inside her. She also has to be spayed to make sure the tumors don’t come back, the bill estimate is already 1300k - 1400k, I am taking commissions or donations, I will slash prices if they are too high for you, ANYTHING, so long as I can get some money to help my dog. So far I’ve raised 62 dollars from a randy on a discord server and HydraCarnia who purchased art to be made. If you could spread this info around, I would be deeply indebted to you. If you don’t want to, I understand, as this is really out of the blue and pitiful begging for help like this ;_; here’s the journals for more info, including a picture of the bill.

https://wolf-chalk.deviantart.com/journal/1400k-Bill-For-Operation-Need-Commissions-750195440

https://wolf-chalk.deviantart.com/journal/Desperate-for-Commissions-Sick-Dog-Needs-Operation-749943610

For every 10 dollars donated or used to buy art from me, GreatMarta has offered to draw a free headshot for the people who do so. My friend Fawnni offered free designs for every 5 dollars offered, as well, it is very kind of them and I love them for it ;_; You’ll just need to note her after paying, and let me confirm it to claim the reward.

How about helping them out guys? 

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11 Hard Things No One Ever Told You About Owning a Cat

To me, there is genuinely nothing superior to encountering the affection for a feline. Without a doubt, I am somewhat one-sided, yet I can't consider whatever improves me feel than that cool minimal wet nose, those manipulating paws, and that moderate, relentless murmur when I return home from a taxing day.

However, I'll be the first to concede…

Having a feline isn't all sweets and rainbows. Indeed, it's less demanding from multiple points of view than having a canine yet it comes with its very own arrangement of interesting difficulties.

Dealing with a feline requires bunches of time, space and yes… cash. It is a duty that numerous individuals can regularly mess with far and away as well. They believe that by having a feline, they'll have it simple.

All things considered, that is not actually evident.

What's more, in case you're thinking about the extraordinary occasion that is turning into a feline parent or might want to improve handle on dealing with the feline you do have.

Here are 11 hard things nobody at any point informed you concerning owning a feline.

1. Felines Get Bored

We are largely mindful of exactly how detached felines can be. And keeping in mind that they demonstration as they needn't bother with anybody, felines are shockingly social animals. Which implies they need the organization of others and the incitement that accompanies collaboration. On the off chance that you realize that you won't be around a great deal, you might need to consider getting two felines. Along these lines they'll have a pal to spend time with and they'll stay with one another when you're nowhere to be found. It's likewise a smart thought to ensure there are a lot of toys around as well.

2. They Need To Be Groomed

Felines Need Grooming

I recognize what you're considering. Don't felines give themselves showers? The short answer is yes. Nonetheless, that doesn't imply that they don't require extra preparing from you. The truth of the matter is, most felines should be brushed on a truly customary premise and doing as such will downplay shedding. The brushing additionally keeps their jackets looking delicate and rich while it downplays hairballs.

3. Felines can get excessively hot

Notwithstanding the reasons we just went over, preparing your feline can likewise keep your feline cool. This is particularly imperative if your feline has long hair. What's more, on the off chance that you live in a hot atmosphere, it's significantly increasingly imperative. On the off chance that brushing your feline isn't something you're set up to do, take a stab at shaving your feline's hair, or possibly having them expertly prepped now and again. This is particularly useful amid the more sultry summer months.

4. They Need To Play

Feline's aren't antisocial people. Indeed, they should be effectively played with and engaged. It's extremely critical to take somewhere around 15 minutes every day to play with your feline. Regardless of whether it's utilizing a plume wand or tossing a stuffed mouse they have to take part in some ruthless and instinctual conduct. It helps keep them sound and it's useful for their emotional well-being as well.

5. Felines are great at concealing their medical issues

Felines are famous for having the capacity to shroud their medical issues. What's more, numerous specialists state it's a survival impulse that has stayed in household felines. In the wild, indicating shortcoming can mean a wide range of issues and put them in danger for assault by different predators. While concealing torment and different sicknesses may work in the wild, it tends to disappoint in your home. That is the reason it's so critical to watch your feline intently all the time. Watch them walk, monitor their eating and restroom propensities and take them to the vet for ordinary registration.

6. Watch Your Plants!

Who doesn't love excellent house plants? In any case, extremely frequently, felines like to utilize them as bite toys, particularly little cats. In any case, the issue isn't so much that your plants won't look great, in spite of the fact that that is positively an issue, a far more noteworthy concern is that few sorts of plants are lethal to felines.

Make a point to clear your home of any dangerous ones and keep your vets' number convenient if there should be an occurrence of a crisis.

7. They Shed… Sometimes A great deal!

There's nothing more regrettable than hauling out your most loved dark dress and seeing that it's canvassed in feline hair. Yet, hello, such is reality with a feline. What's more, it's not all awful. One thing I do is I generally have a build up roller with me. I place one in my vehicle, my handbag, upstairs and ground floor. Do likewise and you'll never be found napping. It's a little burden, however well justified, despite all the trouble.

8. Loads of People Have Allergies

Beside the bother that feline hair can cause your garments, it can cause significantly more issues for certain individuals. You'd be astonished at exactly how basic feline sensitivities are and when individuals gone to your home, it ordinarily doesn't take some time before the red scratchy eyes and the runny kicks in. Indeed, feline hypersensitivities are twice as normal as canine sensitivities. In this way, in the event that you need to keep having visitors in your home, prepping is an unquestionable requirement. As is clearing, vacuuming and the utilization of an air purifier.

9. Outside Cats Are Always In Danger

Many individuals believe it's coldblooded to keep your vehicle inside, and on numerous dimensions, it has its hindrances. But on the other hand it's a hell of significantly more secure. Open air felines are at an a lot higher hazard for illnesses and wounds. Moreover, the life expectancy of an outside feline is a lot shorter. On the off chance that you do permit your feline outside, it's in every case best to acquire them before dim, you can likewise permit them open air time with a chain or in case you're extremely aggressive, form them their own little open air nook.

10. Owning A Cat Isn't Cheap

While they may not be as costly as youngsters, felines can cost you. Dislike you're paying school educational cost, for garments or getting them their own PDA yet there are progressing costs related with feline proprietorship. Things like sustenance, toys, litter, prepping and vet bills can include. Along these lines, ensure you put a portion of those costs aside in your month to month spending plan. Furthermore, in the event that you factor in spaying or potentially fixing on the off chance that it hasn't been done, it can get significantly progressively costly.

11. You Really Should Clean The Litter Box Daily

This is the one everyone detests, except truly, on the off chance that you do it consistently, or ideally two times per day it truly isn't that awful. In addition, your feline acknowledges a perfect litter box. Furthermore, keeping the litter box clean and as often as possible scooping enables you to remain over your feline's end plan which thusly encourages you monitor their wellbeing.

Is it true that you are Sure You're Using the Right Cat Litter Solution?

Alright, so it's extremely your feline going potty. Nonetheless, you're the one choosing what kind of box your feline will utilize, so I'm considering you responsible. The thing is, for some individuals, a secured litter box is the best decision.

It furnishes felines with security, it contains the smell, and it conceals your feline's stool from your prompt view. That is the thing that we think. In any case, what makes a difference isn't what you need however what your feline needs.

Top 3 Tips for Choosing the Best Cat Litter Solution

You're the one purchasing the litter box, however consider your feline will's identity utilizing it. Consider every one of the presents you get for your birthday or for Christmas that you don't need or are burnt out on getting. Each one of those pretty yet really pointless mugs, picture casings, and socks that you're most likely going to blessing another person. Please, no compelling reason to deny it.

Make certain to utilize Easyology feline litter liners to make cleaning the litter box simpler. All things considered, with regards to picking and purchasing the best box, you should recollect these straightforward tips…

Feline Litter Box Length

Know the estimated size of your feline, and get a litter box that is at any rate 1.5 occasions longer than him. Your container should achieve the chest territory of your feline when sitting, in order to give protection and enough space to your litter.

Tallness

Presently, if your feline is as yet a youngster or as of now a senior, he may experience difficulty getting in and out of the crate. For this situation, you need a container with one side lower; you can get plate or boxes effectively cut that way or change a standard box independent from anyone else.

Keep away from Covered Cat Litter Boxes

Type

Single word—plate. Secured litter boxes are advantageous for people yet not for felines on the grounds that

• They make moving around clumsy

• They don't offer more than one departure course

• They trap smell, which makes them many occasions increasingly terrible to felines

• They will in general be cleaned less regularly as should be obvious how grimy they are

Perceive how the positives we recorded before wind up negative when you see them from your feline's perspective?

So go for thick revealed boxes or plate that will enable your feline to move unreservedly and the smell to diffuse. What's more, on the off chance that you truly hate scooping crap, you can get revealed, electric-worked, self-cleaning ones.

Settle on Uncovered Cat Litter Boxes

By the day's end, no one cherishes cleaning restrooms, however everyone needs to utilize them. Try not to make it difficult for your feline to utilize the litter box since you're the one cleaning it. Think about his sentiments and, at last, his wellbeing, while picking a feline litter box.