#tortie bum

[thewhimsyturtle]

Today was RAMPAGE day! I rampaged for more than 9 hours straight, starting before 8am this morning! I even flipped over my hidey hut mansion from Waffles @wafflesworld! I also cleaned off my plate like a bottomless pit!

I ran over to Mom as soon as she came in the door to GRUMP at her for being gone all day. Mom called my enclosure a "disaster", cleaned and tidied everything for me, and gave me three snacks because I kept begging for more! Mom said no more, so I rampaged even more while Mom ate her dinner!

[alexiela73]

There are 7 animals? Would you mind introducing us? Please? Totally cool if you're not comfy with the idea.

Totally okay with me!

First, the dogs!

This is Biscuit and Bagel! They are my 7 week old pittie/lab fosters from work! They are taking am exponential amount of work right now, but its worth it. They have huge personalities and voices and I don't have a favorite between them because they are both trouble makers!

This is Cricket, laying beside me in my new computer room. She's a purebred(not well-bred) 1.8 year old Golden! She's our first dog, and my roommate and I share her. She's sweet and goofy, and her biggest flaw is she is the child that would jump in any strangers car, no questions asked.

This is Eclipse! Its a picture of him when he was younger, as I'm in every pic with him otherwise. He's a 10 month old blue standard poodle, and I typically groom him myself. He is mine and has been a great practice for me when doing puppies/poodle breed.

(For any thinking and dreading it, no- I am not breeding doodles. This

Younger photo, as I don't have pics of them together.

Tortie-Calypso, almost 7 and nicknamed Loaf. She is my pride and joy, and her favorite places are up high or asleep on the small of my back. She keeps more to herself and although has had high anxiety in the past, she has matured beautifully.

Tabby- Artemis is a little younget then Calypso. She's nicknamed Bum, or Chonk. She's talkative, loves every soft blanket and is a box cat. She helps everyone and anyone, even if you dont want her to. She is the queen of our animals.

White and Orange- Apollo is nicknamed Baby or Fahhht Man! He's dramatic, makes a great alarm clock for if his kibble is less then perfect, and is the instigator of most 'fights' in this house. We play but only if the toy is within reach of laying down, and him on our beds is a blessing...or curse

Those are my kids! I love them to pieces, and the family will be growing in the summer.

Fun fact about me: I appreciate but do not like exotic birds apparently. I was asked to house sit some blue macaws one summer and between the way the family treated me, them inadequately preparing me and the birds being in heat(and together in the same cage) I was between being terrified and wondering if the neighbors would call the police because of their screech.

[lockawayknight]

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[sans-nyan]

as of last night i’ve been in a Down Funk and all i can listen to right now is she was workin in a cocktail baaar.... a cocktail bar... she was workin as a waitress, in a cock-tail baaar

[catdfraser]

Paws and Bums up! #caturday #torbie #tabbies #tortie #Dax #DaxJWilliams #KingHenryVoftheFancyPants #KingHenry #GingerCats #gingercatsofinstagram #gingercat #torbiesofinstagram #tortiesofinstagram #torbies #tabbycat #tabbycatsofinstagram #tabby #torontocatrescue #fostercats #adoptdontshop #fosteringsaveslives❤️🐶 #catsofinstagram #cat #cats #catsofworld #catlover #catlady #catlife #catoftheday #instacat_meows (at Dovercourt Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPwWmwINWDh/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wc-fourfates]

Could you tell me the family situations for my favorite minor characters? I’ll keep it to the first arc of your universe- Poppydawn, Hollyflower, Featherwhisker, Swiftbreeze, Echomist, and Mistmouse

Sure thing!

Poppydawn is now Poppyclaw, a red-heavy mackerel torbie. Like in canon, she is the kit of Fallowstorm (Fallowsong) and therefore Pinestar’s cousin. Her father isn’t relevant, so he would either be some random clan cat who isn’t too closely related to anyone or a rogue. Her mate is Mistbreeze (Windflight) and they have two litters - Small, Thistle, and Sweet in the first, and later Darkstripe and Rosetail.

Hollyflower is a smoke tortie bicolor, so she’s primarily white and named after the white of holly flowers (the suffix is just a nice coincidence). She’s siblings with Littlebreeze (Littlebird). She has her canon litter later down the road with a Mystery Tom (names pending for them), but she also has an earlier litter, of which Finchfeather (Finchflight), is the only surviving kit. I’m going to arbitrarily decide that Scratcheye (Archeye) is his father since I didn’t have anything listed for him before.

Featherwhisker is blue smoke. His family is the same as canon with some names changed. His parents are Larkstorm (Larksong) and Flamefur (Flamenose), and Stoatfang (Sunfall) is his older sibling.

Swiftbreeze is a former kittypet for Relevant Story Reasons! She’s a black smoke with low white spotting, and with broken mackerel tabby markings showing because of the smoke. She and Adderfang still have Patchpelt and Leopardfoot, but Redtail, Spottedleaf, and Willowpelt are now her grandkits through Patchpelt.

Echomist is now Mistheart, a silver ticked torbie. Her mate is Hailstar and her kits are Vole, Beetle, and Mottle (Petal). She also has a sibling in Rippleclaw now. I was bummed about changing these names because I adore all the originals - I promise we’ll get plenty of pretty, more lyrical names later in the series!

Finally, Mistmouse is now Mousecloud, and is chocolate ticked. Again, she gains a sibling in Harrierstorm (Hickorynose), but her family is otherwise the same as in canon with some renames - Doe and Stag are now Rush and Sedge, respectively, so they fit in with Rye rather than Rye being the odd one out. c:

[tort-time]

Cheers to Nancy Drew, Local Pub’s Tortoise Regular

(Via BBC.com)

Meet Jason and his best shell friend Nancy Drew. They are the talk of the town Tewksbury England. As he grew, Nancy was getting a bit stir crazy in the garden so Jason decided it was time they have an afternoon stroll.  The neighborhood loved him and so it became their routine.

After showing the neighbors his fantastic tortie bum and leggies, he joins Jason at their local pub before sauntering home. Thankfully the pub is tort friendly :D

[wafflesworld]

do the torts make noises?

I whine when I'm tired or making poop. Torty has a whistly nose. Other than that we just clear our throats and make bum trumpets.

[poiuy-designs]

tortie rain pretty but still 100% a bum

[bonesmakenoise]

hey, that was a no good very bad day for reasons that are partially my fault and partially out of my control

I got to talk to dad this morning, which was great, which was HUGE, ‘cause I haven’t heard him since before he went in the ICU. He just left. Still in the hospital, in PCU, but he’s better.

But Mom and I had to talk (while I was at school, no less, pacing around the women’s locker rooms) about a possibility of things going Really Bad, Really Fast. We literally don’t know. It’s not unusual for elderly (holy shit, sorry to call you elderly, dad) patients to do well after a scare and then tank. You see it in Cancer and AIDs patients, too, I’ve heard. So, we’re not out of the woods yet. 

And even so, it’ll likely be a really long recovery. 

So, I went to tell my supervisor, like, “hey, there is a non-zero chance I might go back to the states temporarily,” either to go see him if he asks me to (extremely unlikely) or if he were to pass away (ideally not happening). And she was wonderfully kind and even looked up to see if there was a way for me to take time off if necessary (which there is). But I don’t want to leave the position, so I intend to come back even if I have to go for both reasons.

And then! A mistake I’d made a few days before came to.... not bite me in the ass? Basically because I had misunderstood something, and because I hadn’t had time to notice the mistake on my part, and because I was distracted and because everyone ELSE was busy grading finals and gearing up for entrance exams, I had dumped more work on T-sensei than I had realized. So she came and rightfully laid into me for it, maybe a little harsher than usual because she was stressed out. Normally I’d be really bummed out afterwards or anxious but today, I just.... couldn’t handle it. She was also louder than usual, and came to my desk and chewed me out in front of my neighbors (about three of whom speak English well enough to understand) so it all sort of crashed down around my head, emotionally. I’d mostly managed to hold it together about Dad earlier, but this broke the dam. She left before I started crying, at least, and even my desk neighbor, M-sensei, who is a friend of hers as well, was kind of shocked at how angry she had been. 

The problem is, I couldn’t stop crying for like an hour after it happened. So I’m like, wandering around, tears either in my eyes or on my face, sniffling like a baby, while solving this schedule problem, on the schedule written in kanji. Fortunately most of my teacher’s names are pretty easy to read. While figuring things out, while crying, like a leaky faucet, I found out W-sensei had gone to talk to T-sensei. Apparently someone (....K-sensei? M-sensei? maybe T-sensei herself) had told W-sensei that T-sensei and I had an “argument”. (We did not have an argument. I sat there and took it.) And W-sensei explained the situation with my father, the fact that we’re concerned enough to start making plans in case there’s a funeral, that sort of thing, and that’s why I’ve been so off my game lately. Apparently T-sensei felt terrible. She was much nicer to me for the rest of the day after that. W-sensei also told the rest of the English department in an email as a heads-up. She ALSO admitted that there was a communication breakdown there-- W-sensei thought T-sensei was supposed to give me the schedule, T-sensei thought she was supposed to do it, K-sensei decided things on his own and I was just sitting here going “uh-huh, uh-huh,” while my mind was mostly on my dad.

Anyway, it was a clusterfuck, but the problem is fixed. I have learned my lesson about communication (for which I have written a passive-aggressive sticky note to myself on my desk) and...? I guess that’s it. 

I bought myself cake at Aeon and the lady at the pet store let me pet a Tortie cat named Fuu, who immediately gave me kisses and had the softest fur. God bless you, pet shop lady and Fuu, neither of you had to put up with me.

[vvitchinghovr]

• gradblr august challenge • • day five • • goals • - read at least one secondary text - go into town and buy birthday cards and wrapping paper today was a weird one. didn't actually get out of bed until about 12, besides feeding my torty in the morning, and just spiralled in a pretty bummed out way. pulled myself together by the afternoon and took my books to pret - finished an interesting read on children in eighteenth century portraiture. completed my shopping errands and bought myself some new make up brushes!

[thewhimsyturtle]

Today is a proud who's-the-boss-of-this-corner-now #TortoiseButtTuesday.

[emanuelepinelli]

Dialogo della bomba atomica e della CO2

B: Hai visto?

C: Che cosa?

B: Si è tornati a parlare di me.

C: E che cosa c’è di strano?

B: Eh beh! Quando sarai una signora matura come me, capirai che bella sorpresa possa essere. Quei test della Corea del Nord hanno fatto riprovare agli uomini, per un attimo, i brividi che provavano mezzo secolo fa…quando gli occhi di tutti erano puntati su di me, nessuno riusciva a non pensare a me, toglievo il sonno, toglievo il respiro, troneggiavo sulle prime pagine dei giornali…io, il pericolo pubblico numero uno, l’ossessione per eccellenza del genere umano!

C: Non riesco a immaginare tutte queste attenzioni concentrate su un’unica cosa.

B: Perché sei troppo giovane e inesperta. Devi capire, ragazzina, che io sono stata la prima invenzione capace di annientare in un battibaleno la civiltà umana, e anzi! Forse di annientare la stessa vita sulla Terra. Soltanto le formiche e i batteri avrebbero potuto sopravvivere a una guerra nucleare, così si diceva. E la minaccia che questa guerra scoppiasse è stata concretissima, per anni, almeno fino al ’63…immagina quanto le persone fossero terrorizzate da me, nei quattro angoli del mondo, dalla Cina alla Russia, dall’Europa all’America. Evitare quella guerra era la preoccupazione principale dei capi di stato e dell’opinione pubblica. Sfilavano manifestazioni oceaniche contro di me…si cercava freneticamente il disgelo fra il blocco occidentale e il blocco sovietico…insomma, la mia autostima e la mia vanità erano solleticate al massimo!

C: Senti un po’, amica mia. Sarò pure giovane e inesperta, ma…mi permetti di farti una domanda?

B: Dimmi pure.

C: Lo scopo per il quale eri stata creata era far parlare di te?

B (dopo un momento di silenzio) : ….in che senso?

C: Nel senso: qual era la funzione per la quale eri stata progettata? A che cosa servivi, in teoria?

B: A uccidere, ovviamente. A uccidere su vastissima scala. A sterminare il genere umano!

C: E allora posso dirti, papale papale, che non sei riuscita a fare ciò per cui eri stata progettata? Hai fatto parlare tanto di te, hai seminato tanta paura, ma alla fine? L’umanità sta ancora lì dov’era, e gira che ti rigira nessuno muore più in un attacco nucleare da più di settant’anni.

B (rimanendoci visibilmente male) : Ma io…ho fatto tutto quello che ho potuto…sarebbe bastato un piccolo incidente…un messaggio trasmesso per errore…un’inezia, e bum! Il pianeta saltava per aria…

C: E invece quel piccolo incidente non è mai arrivato. E lo sai perché? Perché, proprio a causa del fatto che potevi polverizzarli da un momento all’altro, gli umani sono stati concentratissimi, attentissimi a evitare ogni minimo errore. Percepivano che era una questione di vita o di morte. E la vita ha prevalso.

B: Stai dicendo che l’impulso a riprodursi, a mandare avanti la specie, a far proseguire la vita, alla fine vince sempre contro la pulsione di morte?

C: No, mia cara. Niente affatto. So che la pulsione di morte è destinata a trionfare, prima o poi. La specie umana si suiciderà, su questo non c’è ombra di dubbio. Sto dicendo soltanto che tu eri un’arma ancora troppo rudimentale, troppo inefficiente, per raggiungere questo scopo.

B (tra lo stupore e l’offesa): Rudimentale? Inefficiente? Io?

C: Ma certo.                            

B: Ma se posso cancellare ogni traccia dell’umanità entro una giornata!!!

C (impassibile): È proprio in questo che consiste la tua inefficienza.

B (al colmo dello stupore) : Spiegati meglio!

C: Come vuoi. Dunque: tu hai tre grossi difetti, bomba atomica.

Il primo: concentri la distruzione dell’umanità tutta in un unico istante, rendendola un pericolo evidente, invece di diluirla il più possibile nel tempo, rendendola un pericolo invisibile.

Il secondo: non c’è nessun uso di te che si possa spacciare per “piacevole”, “positivo” o “conveniente” agli occhi degli umani, i quali invece, per natura, sono così propensi a scambiare per il loro bene quello che è il loro male…

Il terzo: procuri all’umanità una morte rapida e indolore, invece di una lunga e straziante agonia.

Sono questi tre difetti a fare di te un’arma ancora rozza e primitiva, non all’altezza del suo scopo.

B: Beh…in effetti non hai proprio tutti i torti.

C: Sai? Con la forza bruta si riesce a domare gli uomini solo fino a un certo punto. È con l’inganno che li si sottomette sul serio. Bisogna convincerli che ciò che li uccide non esiste; o che non li sta davvero uccidendo; o meglio che li sta addirittura aiutando. Allora, con applausi fragorosi e grida di entusiasmo, faranno a gara a chi si uccide più in fretta.

B: Il ragionamento fila, ma a che cosa ti riferisci nel concreto?

C: Prendi me come esempio. Come sai, gli umani mi producono bruciando combustibile fossile. Petrolio, carbone e in misura minore gas naturale.

Produrmi sembra molto piacevole per loro, perché gli permette di avere l’auto a benzina, i climatizzatori, gli aerei e quant’altro di più comodo possa esistere. Ma dal 1970 la Terra non è più in grado di assorbirmi. E così ho cominciato a contaminare l’atmosfera, facendo aumentare vertiginosamente le temperature...

Non è un caso se le dieci estati più calde mai registrate sono state tutte dopo il 1998...

 ...o se i ghiacci dell’Artico o delle Alpi, d’estate, sono estesi meno della metà rispetto a un secolo fa...

....mentre in Antartide si sciolgono, in media, ogni giorno 200 milioni di tonnellate di ghiaccio.

L’acqua dolce inizia già a scarseggiare in paesi come il Sudafrica o il Pakistan. Laghi grandi come intere regioni italiane, dal Ciad alla Cambogia, sono prosciugati o contaminati. La barriera corallina è clinicamente morta ed è anche a causa di questo che gli oceani si sono spopolati di oltre la metà dei loro pesci. Insomma, le risorse a disposizione degli umani per sopravvivere stanno pian piano venendo meno...a meno che, s’intende, non abbiano deciso di mangiare carbone, bere petrolio e respirare gas.

Ma di tutto ciò il singolo essere umano non si rende conto, oppure se ne infischia pur di continuare a godere di ogni piacere a breve termine che gli capiti sotto tiro.

Così, la pulsione di morte ha realizzato il suo capolavoro: ha piegato alle sue esigenze la pulsione che in teoria le si opponeva, quella alla vita e al piacere. Io, la CO2, sono il mezzo di cui si è servita. Sono quel sistema micidiale che permette agli umani di provare indifferenza, o persino piacere, nell’uccidersi: di uccidersi tra fragorosi applausi e grida di entusiasmo.

B: Sei indubbiamente più sofisticata di me. Ed è incredibile pensare come in appena mezzo secolo la smania di suicidarsi del genere umano abbia potuto evolversi così tanto. Come abbia potuto mettere a punto una strategia così più raffinata e più incisiva rispetto a quella precedente.

C: L’inganno, non la forza bruta: ricordatelo sempre.

B: Ma quindi io posso davvero uscire di scena? Sono solo una vecchia pensionata?

C: Non ci giurerei. Tu, nel dubbio, rimani nei paraggi. Insomma: mi metto nei panni di un umano della nuova generazione, quando a 40 o 50 anni si troverà di fronte a un mondo in cui deve lottare ogni giorno contro la sete…chissà, forse finire polverizzato in una frazione di secondo potrebbe sembrargli il male minore.

[babybobbysmeowhouserescue]

Mama Torrie was living with a pack of other stray and feral cats in a condominium complex in Hemet. Her finder moved in almost a year ago and has been feeding this cat because she likes to hang around her place and is up on her roof a lot. We think but do not know for sure that it is possible her owners used to live in that same home and then just left their cat behind when they moved send Torrie seems to prefer that place so much. A little less than a month ago Cat Rescue Volunteer, Shell, was notified of a post on Facebook asking for help with a pregnant mother cat that was stuck on the roof of a condo. We were unsure at that time how friendly or feral the mom cat would be but she was stuck on the roof and very large so she seemed very close to giving birth and we knew that wouldn't be good for her or the kitties so Shell brought her trap out there and was able to easily trap Torrie and once she was trapped it was clear that she was very friendly. Shell brought her home and put her in her cat condo and she has been getting lots of attention, good food, clean water, and care. On Monday, April 2nd, Torrie gave birth in the morning to two beautiful kittens. Because she was so large and she was continuing to breathe rather heavily as though she was still in labor we ended up taking her into the vet yesterday to check and see whether or not she had any more kittens stuck inside her. It turns out that she's just a little bit chunky and does not have any more kittens stuck inside of her which is good. She is a very good mother, very loving, takes excellent care of both of her babies and they are eating and moving well. The dark, solid colored one looks to be male, and Shell thinks the other will end up with a Torbi or Torti color pattern once older and is a female. Mom is a Torbi though looks more tabby as her orange splashes are light and only around the back legs/bum area.

[thewhimsyturtle]

Mom's sweater is the best place to hide from the cold that still won't go away!

[thewhimsyturtle]

Today is a not-moving-from-my-corner #TortoiseButtTuesday.