This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
The STORY THOUGH.
UGH SO MANY TEARS
EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THIS
what the actual FUCK
I wish I could even be shocked
Just gonna keep reblogging this
this is the biggest crock of fucking bullshit i’ve ever fucking seen FUCK
“but why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
Submitted by anonymous:
I am a prosecutor who handles sexual assault cases and have some pretty good first-hand knowledge on this subject. The reason I’m bothering to say something about it is that I wouldn’t want this picture-that hundreds of thousands of people have apparently reblogged-to have a chilling effect on women seeking medical help after a sexual assault. So a few things—
1. If it is not clear from the bill, most of the charges are for tests and meds to identify and treat (early) any possible STDs etc. These tests and meds are vitally important and someone who has been raped should not go without them. Early treatment or prophylaxis may mean the difference between fighting off a disease and carrying it with you for a long time.
2. There are resources available to help victims cover medical costs. In Virginia, where I practice law, there is a Criminal Injuries Compensation Fund which pays these sort of bills. There are people involved in the court process whose sole job it is to help victims through the aftermath of crimes like this, including the financial repercussions. In a case where a victim “presses charges,” there should be no reason (at least where I live) why the victim would have to pay this bill.
3. If you are raped, there are PEOPLE WHO CARE. From wonderful, highly trained sexual assault nurse examiners (SANE), to doctors, to victim advocates, to police and prosecutors, we are all here to help. The aftermath of violent crime is horrible, but no one has to navigate the waters alone. We care about you. We care about what happened to you. We want justice and healing for you and we will work however long and however hard we have to in order to see it done.
You are brave, you are strong and you can and will get through this.
Marshmallows dipped in melted butter, then cinnamon sugar, wrapped in crescent rolls and baked. They’re called Hocus Pocus buns because the marshmallows disappear! YUM is understatement!
i want to try this wow
i made these in foods class, they are marshmallow puffs, and they are heaven.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.