#I have been watering CAT POOP for a WEEK

[whirlybirbs]

— BURNER CELL ; 2 ; DABI ; 荼毗

summary: after a week of silence, you finally text dabi. pairing: dabi / f!reader ; quirkless word count: 1.3k tag: humor, maladjusted dabi meets normal adult woman, flirting, canon-based world building, cancer mention, texting as a plot device, slight au, univeristy student!reader a/n: this stole all my concentration. siri play emo boy by ayesha erotica ← previous | the tag | next →

It's the kind of week where, aside from class, human interaction isn't really on life's setlist. 

It's also the kind of week where you rediscover making a meal of raw cookie dough straight from the package. Your econ textbook might have a stranglehold on you, but you make enough time to scarf down a few globs between chapters — after all, who needs protein or fiber when you're sure this five-year master's program will kill you first?

Your head hurts.

You slump against the counter, refilling your water bottle. 

It's late now — and you can feel the quiet woes beginning to wane as you blink at the clock. By now, your friends are probably on their second or third drinks. You turned the invite down when they asked yesterday. Nuri tugged on your sweater sleeve and pouted the best pout she could manage, but you didn't budge. 

I've gotta finish this paper, I'm sorry, Nur'. 

You roll your jaw as you shut the faucet off, wandering to your freezer to wrangle some cubes from the tray. You bend it slowly, deep in thought. A few pop out, and you idly drop them into your water bottle with a twang. 

You're staring at your phone. It's by your computer on the counter. 

...You never did text Dabi. 

You told yourself it was for the best — after all, you weren't looking for a catastrophic derailment of your life at the moment. Things are good. You're two semesters away from finishing University, your family's bakery back in Kyoto is doing well, and Dad's chemotherapy seems to be working. Things are good! It's almost fall, you've managed to stick to your monthly budget, and Mizu settled in happily to your new apartment. 

No four-day poop strike like the last time you moved.

The large tuxedo cat in question ambles through the kitchen — brushing against your leg and letting out a long, low mrrooow. 

Things are great! 

You shouldn't text Dabi.

But... even if you did, it's not like it'd be the end of the world, right?

Wait, could he figure out where you lived from your number...?

You could use one of those anonymous texting services. Then, it wouldn't even be your number. Just some fake string of digits that allow you to satiate the bizarre curiosity that's been swirling in your head for the last week. 

You're sure the novelty will wear off. 

He's probably not even going to respond. 

You're telling yourself this is stupid as you begin to set up an account with the service — the app boasts privacy, andunlimited calls and texts... You can't help but feel a little strange as you finalize your account. 

It's done.

You import his contact with two taps and stare at the blank screen. 

...Now what?

Are you really going to do this? I mean — he's a wanted criminal. He's a member of the League of Villains. If anyone ever found out you were in contact with him, you'd be toast. You'd have All Might kicking your door in and demanding to look through your phone and that mental image is enough to make you cringe. Say goodbye to your degree, goodbye toyour future as Sakura Flour's owner, and goodbye to freedom. You're sure the Safety Commission would place you on some watch list for the rest of your life, and frankly, your tweets are already questionable. You don't need more scrutiny. 

...So, there are two options. 

Delete his number and move on... or don't get caught. 

You shouldn't text Dabi.

...But, you do.

Truth be told, he isn't shocked to see that cute Nuri girl hanging on Giran's arm again. The Broker seems pretty into her — the guy even mentioned something about taking her to a nice dinner during the week as a congrats on passing some big test. Dabi can't blame him. She's cute. Looks good in red. Not his type, but he can appreciate it from time to time.

However, Dabi is a little shocked that you're not a part of the group cheering in Giran's VIP section. There's bottle service being ordered, laughter, dancing, and a gaggle of pretty, five college girls — and none of them are you. 

His lips twist into a scowl. 

He decides he's leaving; his piss-poor drink is tossed back, and he dumps a bill down for the bartender before tugging his hood up and sucking his teeth. 

He never liked this club anyway.

He's crossing the threshold of the back door, stepping into the damp and dark alley, when the phone in his back pocket buzzes. Someone's smoking a Marlboro by the dumpster. The familiar smell makes Dabi's fingers twitch. 

He's tryna quit.

He tugs the phone from his pocket, no longer bothered by the splintered glass screen. His battery is at 13%. This fuckin' thing barely holds a charge anymore. 

The number on the screen isn't one he knows.

Dabi's passcode is unnecessarily long. His phone clicks open as he narrows his eyes and shambles towards the opening in the alley. He doesn't know this number. He has everyone's cell memorized that he needs. Shigaraki, Toga, Spinner, Jin, Compress, even Giran. He doesn't keep contacts. Doesn't work when he's ditching phones all the time. He's got his noggin. That's good enough.

The text is one word:

hi.

Dabi's squinting at the text when another buzzes through. 

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:48pm sorry, this is bar girl

→ dabi ; 11:46pm thought u were never gonna txt me ur girlie nuri is here where r u

There's no way.

Your phone buzzes three times from its far place where it sits face down on the counter — you just walked away from it, hellbent on distracting yourself while you waited out the potential reply. You go rigid in your kitchen. 

Did he seriously text you back immediately?

You purse your lips, then slink towards the phone. It buzzes again.

→ dabi ; 11:47pm c'mon don't leave me hangin pretty

Your eyes are wide as you stare at the string of replies. He has read receipts turned on like the psychopath he is. 

You lean back against the counter, chewing your cuticle as you let out a ragged sigh. Nuri is with him? Or... No, they said they were going to that club you hate. 

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:4pam oh, are they at the bar?‎

Dabi's fingers move fast.

→ dabi ; 11:49pm nah in downtown club tropical or whatever the fuck it's called

You snort a little.

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:49pm i hate that place. their drinks suck.

Dabi has started making his way back to their hideout — back to the shit box apartments they're renting above Kurogiri's bar. He's slow, idly texting as he weaves through the crowds of nightlife in Kamino Ward. 

→ dabi ; 11:50pm a girl after my own heart where r u ur dodging my question u on a date or smthng????

He's insistent, you'll give him that. You cross your legs as you lean back against the laminate counter and chew the inside of your lip.

He's typing. It starts, then stops, then starts again. 

When you start typing, the bubble disappears. 

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:50pm nah, got a huge paper to finish uni student, remember? sorry to disappoint 

→ dabi ; 11:51pm ur missin out giran got bottle service  him and nuri looked cozy

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:51pm not shocked she thinks she can fix him

→ dabi ; 11:51pm ooooo love when that happens poor girl

Typing... 

Typing...

→ dabi ; 11:51pm u think u can fix me? :p

The emoji makes your face break into a smile — it's so... not what you expected. 

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:52pm nah i'm not stupid

→ dabi ; 11:52pm just busy....really lame of u tbh coulda been fun

← 909.999.3399 ;  11:52pm wasting cash on mid drinks is the opposite of fun

→ dabi ; 11:52pm i meant seeing me

Oh, what the fuck.

Why does that text make your face feel hot? Why does that text make you feel like you're not texting the League of Villain's #1 Arsonist, but some cute boy from class? He's not a cute boy from class. He's a danger to society. 

You're glad you don't have the opportunity to reply. Your phone is buzzing in your hands, the haptic feedback lighting the neurons in your brain on fire.  

→ dabi ; 11:53pm gtg phone is gonna die have fun with ur paper u loser hope u get a good grade or whatever i'll txt u later

You shouldn't have texted Dabi.

But you did. 

[cowplant-pizza]

meet: benjamin 🧡🐱

ben is the reason i have been semi active the past few weeks. he’s the latest addition to my family, and although i technically adopted him, i feel like this situation was really more of a rescue…

i want to preface this whole situation by saying 3 things though

- ben was adopted from a very ill lady

- i did not know that ben might have health issues and was actually told the opposite

- he’s booked into the vets for thursday morning

ok so bens story is a bit of a weird one. i became good friends with the lady who fostered george (my kitten) for the charity who i adopted him and nora from. she’s known that i’ve been on the lookout for another cat, and messaged me as soon as she found out about ben, previously named fluffles.

he was being rehomed for free from a lady who had become too ill to care for him and his brother. her brother adopted bens brother. however, the story didn’t *start* there. apparently back in january of this year, ben, then fluffles, and his brother plus another cat were found in bad conditions on the streets. a neighbour was feeding them and offering them a makeshift shelter in their garden, and the charity took them in as strays. the cat they were with was in such bad condition it had to be put down. when finding out ben and his brother were microchipped, they had to legally return them to the ill owner after a short stint in a foster home.

skip forward to now and the lady realised that she was being neglectful due to her illness and wanted to rehome them. upon meeting them they seemed like lovely people who really cared about the wellbeing of the cats and i hate to think otherwise, however…

the way ben acts is genuinely as if he has never felt love. he seems so grateful for the warmth and safety of our home. he didnt leave his plush bed by the radiator for almost a whole week and needed his food and water brought to him.

he is covered head to toe in scabs. and he spends a lot of time grooming and itching. luckily they flead him before he left with us but my heart breaks feeling all the scabs over his body. they are literally everywhere. we also constantly find skin and fur that he has scratched off, so he is obviously uncomfortable, itchy and probably very sore.

to me, he seems a bit skinny. he isnt eating consistently but he does eat a little bit, and he loves treats. his poops and pees seem fine so hopefully thats just him adjusting to our routine.

the most worrying part for me though is that he has lumps on his belly. we tried to leave him be for a few days before really fussing him as not to overwhelm him, but amazingly it seems like he loves belly rubs! and when he was getting lots this evening, it feels as if his nipple areas have bumps beneath them. i have my fingers crossed that its just the glands that are infected, and will be fixed with antibiotics. i am hoping and praying it isnt cancer. if it is… i dont know what i’ll do. his backside area also looks slightly swollen.

i’m mad because either the family i adopted him from knew about these bumps and didnt tell me, or they just failed to notice them altogether. apparently he visited the vets about 3 months ago. shouldnt they have been picked up on then??

i just hope this is a “simple” case of neglect, and with the right love and care and medication, benny will be okay 🧡 however any advice leading up to his vets appointment is much appreciated!!

[seat-safety-switch]

"He is named Mr. Biscuits. But she... she is named Ms. Biscotti."

I have been volunteering at the animal shelter over the last couple of weeks, as part of my court-ordered community service. Before that, I was out on the highway, picking up garbage. Unfortunately for me, I was tempted by a broken-down Chrysler Imperial on the side of the road, and attempted to fix it to help out the owner, and not at all to drive away with it at high speed. This drew the ire of my supervisor, who shot me with a beanbag round.

Sub-lethal ammunition aside, the animal shelter had been treating me quite well. They gave me water and snacks, for instance, and I got to become friends with a grumpy old tabby who would only piss in the box when I was around. Everything was going according to plan, until it happened.

"Here are the new enrichment toys for these cats. Ooh, they look so realistic. Here's a little Toyota Corolla–"

It was clearly a Toyota Corona, but I can see how someone born in this country, and who had failed to be educated about Japanese domestic market shitboxes would miss that. I took a deep breath, lowered my heart rate, and she continued without noticing.

"And I think this one is a VW Beetle. Cute!"

There was absolutely no way that someone could mistake a Fiat 600 for a VW Beetle. Like, come on. This person – my new supervisor – was a secret oppressor placed here by my haters, to attempt to get me to violate my parole conditions. Still, I maintained my composure, drawing on the anger-management skills that had been drilled into my head by a combination of prison group therapy and mood-altering medication. I sat there, crosslegged, and watched a small orange kitten climb into the Corona. This, I assumed, must be Mr. Biscuits.

I fully expected the cat to immediately leap out of the car and continue on his usual kitteny antics of knocking things off shelves, chasing the reflection from my phone screen, and excessively odorous pooping. That didn't happen. Mister Biscuits sat in the drivers seat and seemed to be working the steering wheel and little shifter, his brow furrowed with intent.

Did I tell anyone? No. My volunteer duties were clearly indicated in the contract that I signed when I began work. When Mr. Biscuits stole that Power Wheels a couple years later, and led the entire police department on a high-speed chase after knocking over a pet food store, I wasn't surprised. The community gives back what you give to it.

[weebsinstash]

stay hopeful for your cat! i thought mine was going to pass at 11 as well but she bounced back and passed at 20 years. stay strong stay strong!!

Due to everyone's help and donations, I have enough money to take Allister back to the vet, and still have some left over to have him euthanized if they deem it necessary, so I'm taking Allister back in today since it seems like he's doing worse. He's been plugged pee-wise for at least two days and that's two too many. They're going to have to manually express his bladder and xray him to see the poop situation

He is continually struggling to eat. I got him to eat last night but this morning, he's more interested in cuddling up in my lap. I can only get him to take tiny baby licks. He's not drinking water besides what he's getting in his food, and I haven't seen him try and even enter the box since Saturday

I just... the vets have to examine him and I have to hear what they say

There's a selfish part of my heart that wants to say "but he might pull through on his own, wait some more" but he's obviously feeling worse than he was last week. He was still eating last week, and that was after being so constipated you could see the blockage under his tail. And again, not peeing is much more serious, and they might be able to fix that by just expressing his bladder. I don't think that would take away his appetite though :(

My biggest fear is like... what if he could recover. What if he's euthanized and he actually would have pulled through if I gave it another day or so. But I need to see the vets before I can have that hope. And also, it's like, "would I be buying him days or years?" And even the vets wouldn't know that for certain. Miracles like what you're talking about happen all the time

Fingers crossed. Today might be the day we have to say good bye to my little furry friend, but I'm trying to keep hope in my heart. I, I have a feeling everything is going to be OK. I just have this feeling that whether today goes good or bad, it's going to be ok.

[cardriocanine]

Puppy Power!

1/20/25 -

We picked up Onyx on Saturday. It was an hour-and-a-half car ride, and he did great on the way home; just a little whining for the first 10 minutes, and then he settled and laid down for the rest of the trip.

He's been pretty good at home. He's not overly responsive to outside stimuli, he really wants to play with the cat but she's not there quite yet, he loves his toys and has no clue how to use his massive paws.

Also, he's never seen stairs before, of which we have many. The entire first day and part of the second was me carrying him up and down to go potty.

He had quite a few accidents in the house the first day as we figure out his potty schedule. His poops were runny so they were hard for him to control.

I took him to the vet today. He's 23.8 pounds. The vet also found that he has something called Giardia; it's a parasite that they can get from contaminated water. She perscribed him two meds that I will administer for the next 5 days. She said she's never seen so many in a single specimine and was really surprised he wasn't vomiting frequently (which he has not, at all). She informed us that he's likely have been a few pounds heavier if not for the bugs, and we'll see weight gain quite a bit over the next couple of weeks.

Giardia rarely passes from dog to cat or dog to human, but is very transmittable between dogs. To be on the safe side, we aren't letting him and CookieKris (the cat) too close, and we're frequently washing our hands. I'm also washing his bowl between uses. I've been using the carpet cleaner on his accidents already, so that's covered.

He's doing well with Sit, and Lay Down (most of the time, unless Cookie is on the banister and he just hyperfocuses on her lol), and he loves to be glued to my side so Here hasn't really been all that tested. He is only 11 weeks old, after all, so I don't expect too much from his at this point.

He is very food-driven, and is in love with his snuffle mat.

And moreover, he's just such a cutiepie!!!

[hazard-and-friends]

6 months!

Old. 6 months old. I've only had her for almost-4-months.

Successes:

No accidents since December 21, and the ones in the 2 weeks prior to that were zoomies-induced

Nice walker, can go on the harness and pull gently or (with lots of reinforcement, but she is 6 months) on the collar and not pull at all

Alone in the car up to 75 minutes at a stretch or at home, crated, with Hazard, up to 2 hours

Sit/down/touch all fairly good

Drop it VERY good, 99% of the time she will spit the item out.

Very nice toy skills! Will drop a toy and wait to hear "take it" (tug) or "geddit" (fetch)

Her dog-dog social skills are insane. She is so good at adapting play to different confidence levels, or backing off entirely if the other dog is uninterested. She can navigate weird personal conflicts (like when a BC bitch decided to resource guard me) with ease and draw shy dogs into play. If this holds true, she's going to be an exceptional dog for socializing others.

Work in progress:

She can sleep through the night but only if (a) minimal food in the 2 hours before bed and (b) she poops right before bed. Otherwise we get up around 3 am to poop. This past week she's also had a streak where she decides there's Monsters outside and needs to huff about it. That's been steadily decreasing but we're still working on getting the poop schedule right.

We've graduated from the no-spill bowl. MOSTLY she doesn't go swimming in the water bowl, unless she's overtired in which case all bets are off.

Recall is uh, extant. Usually. Which is very good for 6 months lol

Evening relaxing remains something we need to actively remind her to do. I'm typing this post in the bedroom with her, because she won't wind down most nights in the living room--and she won't usually put herself in the bedroom to sleep. So someone goes into the bedroom with her, closes the door, and just hangs out for the last 1-2 hrs before bed, and that's working okay.

She's not as people-friendly as I (after all of Hazard's issues) would like. She's EAGER to meet people but not eager for them to meet her, head-shy, will flinch away from strangers. Like Hazard once you're in her circle you're in, and you can do whatever, and it's a lot easier to get in her circle, but hmm. More love on this I think.

Cat skills: She LOVELOVELOVES the cat. Penny even loves her back. But if Penny is in an accessible place (ie, 95% of the apartment) K'seil is incessant about bothering her, unless being actively distracted.

Leave it/trash is like, she Wants A Thing In Her Mouth on walks sometimes. So she'll dive at trash and shove it in her mouth--not EAT it, rarely even CHEW it, just Hold In Mouth. Which is why her 'drop it' is so stellar. 95% of the time she'll leave it if I can get the cue out, but the reason this is a WIP is she needs the cue. She doesn't have any sort of default "oh I should ignore this" yet. This goes double for certain trash bins in the apartment--thus far no thefts of anything dangerous, but she likes to chew apart masks and eat clumps of shed hair. I know how to fix this I just haven't put the work in.

Counter surfing is juuuust about a success but I don't wanna jinx it XD Very early on she was very persistent about trying to put feet on the kitchen counter, and through consistently ignoring/redirecting her from that and rewarding a down in the kitchen, we have gone...like a week or so? Without any attempts to get on the counter. So that's very nice, both because I hate counter surfing and because it validates my R+ approach.

Bite inhibition/mouthing I think is a WIP but might be a success, she's still Very Sharp sometimes but that's also when she's aroused, so we might just be having arousal problems (because she is 6 months). On walks about 75% of the time she can take a treat from my fingertips perfectly gently. She's still very mouthy, including with new people which is Ungreat, but it's steadily improving.

Body handling, while SO much better than Hazard, still needs some love. She'll let me brush the dremel against her nails but not hold it there, and rear nails have been a no-go since I quicked her fairly badly there. Brushing is 50/50.

Yikes:

Dogs in complex. She's not really reactive beyond staring at dogs outside the apartment complex, but inside it (how does she know. why does she know.) she is loudly and quickly vocal about There Is A Dog Over There. Think husky noises. We're making progress on this but it is still deeply embarassing.

Home alone without Hazard. I haven't done as much work on this as I should, because she can be in the car alone for an hour, so if he's got a class I can just bring her. But it would be nice. Sigh.

[mirrorvinephotography]

This week is about Yeon ~. Our new adopted home kitty...🐈..Honestly I've never expected a random kitten walked in our living room, wondering around the house while asking for food, AGAIN... This has happened before and it still happen again. Cats/Dogs are sustenance to us if we feed them with food/water or offer some kitty/doggie snacks. 

I adopted this small kitty name Yeon~ from a Korean Drama about a nine-tailed fox. You know, Lee Dong-wook? Yup. He is one of my favourite actor in K-dramas. He's getting more handsome in his early 40's and my boyfie looks like him. 😆😆😆 Love you bae~

3 weeks ago on Sunday night, a lost kitten appeared in front of the garbage bin, found him seating quietly beneath the grass. My mom was outside collecting dry clothes and saw a lonely kitten and asked him to come in. The little fella walked in, followed my mom until it enters the living room. Dad surprised as he saw an orange cat (exactly like how my previous Oyen when he was just a kitten) slowly strolling around the living room. The kitten looked lost, a small dirt found on his tiny pink nose, his tiny beans looks like tiny white socks but softer. He has a beaitful feature for an orange species. His big round cute black-orange eyes smirking at me. I was at the kitchen with my sister after we had dinner and we went to the kitten. He was curious about the surrounding, trying to figure out what's happening and where is this place. 

I walked to him and used my left palm to carry him as his small innocent dreamy eyes staring at me. He had tiny male balls behind (oh~ a male ah?) with a clean butt.... Are you Oyen's kid? Are you from somewhere else? Did your previous owner abandoned you? While observing his body, I noticed his long fur, dark orange and white, a 2 blended colors just like a typical orange cat. His face looks tired and confused. Immediately I looked for the late Oyen's food to feed him. He followed us to the kitchen and ate the Royal Canin. Once he finished his food, he began to start his small journey around the house. He started to climbed up to the washing machine, a few minutes later, he went to the toilet, pooping on the floor sink and left us to clean it up (Walaoeh, how clever this kitten? Did his previous owner taught him this?) and then he start to follow us whenever we go. My dad kept asking him if he was Oyen's son due to the familiar attitude as Oyen. Our Oyen has gone missing since last July 2023 and yet to returned until today. 

My mom assured that this kitten must be abandon by the previous owner due to his active stage or perhaps he was left alone accidentally from the house. I examined his body once again to confirm if he is free from any symptoms of cat's illness/disease. Fortunately, his fur not coming out or sticked to our shirts when we hold him and his fur is healthy, beautifully groomed. He must have been self-grooming all the time after a meal or something. His attitude is similar to Oyen, except that he was so polite to pooping at the toilet's floor sink. What a gentlemen this little kitty. Even Momochan still pooping in the cage unexpectedly. (Momochan is still no.1 in our family). I am getting worried when Momo is aging since she has been laying down in the cage and sleeps a lot.

His meow? - a soft tone, unlike a lion's roar. He crawls and sniffing to my hand, bite my leg and rubbed his small body against my ankle seeking for warm and love. What a tiny cute baby. 

What a wonderful little child. This orange kitten needs lots of love since he was previously left alone. Up until now, I have no clue how this tiny beautiful kitten was found outside of our house gate. On Monday evening after work, I go to SpeedMart to buy a few wet food and dry food for Yeon. The next plan is to buy Royal Canin dry food to maintain his diet and health...Emmm, how did he survived outdoors alone? How did he find food/drinks and shelter? All this kept running in my mind and I still yet to give him a name.

Kobe?

Haru?

Haku? (Like Jun's Kitchen cat, Haku...)

Oden?

Yeon? - my dream cat's name.

At first, I decided to call him Kobe (Koh-Bee) but my sister mocking me "Kobe Beef ~ Kobe Beef~".😂 Lama-lama nanti I fikir dia daging lembu pula...Boyfie said Kobe is a nice name just like the late basketball player Kobe Bryant. I answered, "Kobe Broyen" and he 😆😆😆. Lol ~ My mom was even funnier when it comes to name cats. She randomly dropped "Snack" as his name. Melissa likes the name "Snack" due to his orange cat personality. Mom has been asking how the kitten walked in randomly to us? My dad said" You asked for Oyen. And now, he sent another one to you". 😂😂😂😂 But, actually it might be true...😳

On Saturday morning (Before the night Yeon came to our house which is on Sunday night.),  I can't remember if is the day we went for morning market with mom to look for lamb/chicken for monthly stock or the time mom asked to accompany me to helped pump air for all tyres and pump petrol for her car.  But what I know is...While on the way back, Mom did mentioned she missed our late Oyen and I said yeah, me too (Sometimes, when I can't sleep or stressed from a restless mind, I sobbed whenever I saw his photos/videos from my phone before sleep. I still have doubts of Oyen's whereabouts and can't accept if he is really gone...By the time Oyen has left, I felt like a small hole is cracked open from my heart. It never felt content whenever Oyen is not with us...). I did not tell this part of the story to my mom because it was at my fault for late sending him to the vet when he is in heavy-swollen stage in his mouth. I am late for making the next move and I am regret for not sending him to the vet early. 😢😭😭😭I'm sorry boy. Please forgive me as you are the greatest creation from God. I even told my boyfie that Oyen is the most handsome cat I had ever seen in my eyes and I failed to take care of him as a cat owner. I have so many things to learn as a cat owner and I regret for unable to rectify my mistakes.

And then on Sunday night. Yeon came~

Just like that.

Dad insisted Yeon suddenly came to us as if he was fallen by the sky (Like the Mr. Bean live-action series) and still wondering how Yeon came to our house...

 "Mungkin langit atas hantar Si Kecik ni datang ke rumah kita untuk duduk"...

God: You! The orange one.

Yeon: Yes sir!

God: I command that you to go house number XXX tonight.

Yeon: Sir, yes sir!

God: Maksure they took you in with warm and love.

Yeon: Alright sir!

God: Go now!

Yeon: Thank you sir!

*Imagination story by my dad 👆....😂😂😂😂😆😆😆

Regarding the how I come up with the name Yeon? I played the name for a while and "Kobe" doesn't seem works on him as it reminds me of food. Beef Meat. Beef Meat. How can I live with this name at home right? Oden is food while Haku and Haru is not suitable much. Yeon was the name me and boyfie discussed about our future cats name and it was the name given by myself. Initially is Lee-yeon, but I decided to go with Yeon instead. Ala-ala kucing Korea~ (Oyenchan is a Japanese name).

Boyfie informed me to take good care of him and make him a house-cat instead of stray. I will follow my plan and make sure Yeon is well fed, healthy full with warm and love. 

Thank you so much God AL-Mighty. 💝

Kucing is rezeki.

Alhamdulillah💓💝x

So grateful to welcome our new orange kitten, Yeon ~... 😍

May all affairs be simplified smoothly~

[averyauthorship]

Highly recommend this writing exercise for anyone with original characters: Come up with the contents of their bag. An author visited my workplace recently and this was her tip, so I gave it a shot. It really helps with writer's block, and it helps you get to know your lil' guys a little bit. (I also added phones because that is another great glimpse into the person.)

Sam

The bag: A square, black backpack with a Lord of the Rings keychain and a space needle pin on it. The straps are a little frayed because she has been using it since high school. It’s very practical and spacious.

Inside the bag

Emotional support water bottle

Laptop (covered in various stickers)

A pile of discarded/forgotten elastic headbands

Notebook filled with DM scrawlings

At least one book at all times

Wallet with keys attached

Phone: iPhone (a couple generations old) from high school, cracked screen, yellowed clear phone case with a couple stickers stuck inside. Both the home screen and lock screen wallpaper are the Eye of Sauron.

Link

The bag: A generic gray backpack with an Adventure Zone lanyard with keys and his wallet clipped onto the outside in a little card holder.

Inside the bag

Work laptop (it’s sort of a brick, old and thick, but it runs numbers well)

Switch (in case he gets bored at work)

Personal laptop

Creased up old comic book

Glasses case w/ wipe

A bottle of coke that he’s been working on for a week

Phone: An older iPhone in an opaque red phone case with black D20 phone grip. His home screen wallpaper is a picture of him and his dad at his sister’s quinceañera, and the lock screen is a picture of his dad’s EMS dog Mariposa.

Aria

The bag: A very big tote bag (pink).

Inside the bag

Collapsible wireless headphones (pink)

Nail kit for emergencies (including file, clippers, clear polish, etc.) (pink)

Hairbrush (pink)

Tinted sunscreen (pink, somehow)

Cat shaped wallet (pink)

An unacceptably heavy chemistry textbook (not pink)

Phone: The newest iPhone (she saved up for it) in a (pink) sparkly case. Her lock screen is a picture of the best smoothie she ever had in her life and her home screen is a selfie of her and Sam on a hike.

Chris

The bag: An army green satchel bag absolutely covered in pins and buttons (including, but not limited to, a Green Day button, a pan flag button, a trans flag button, one that says, “Screw you I’m hilarious,” and various other ones with cheeky little phrases).

Inside the bag

A journal stuffed full of receipts and scribbles that they use to keep track of store inventory and purchases. (They log everything into a computer too, but they like having a physical copy on them in case their internet or computer poops out.)

Folgers instant coffee (travel sized packets)

Pocket knife

An absolutely fat ring of keys on a Dark Crystal lanyard

Big sunglasses (stolen from their mom when they moved out halfway through high school)

A leather pouch with a clasp instead of a wallet (filled with loose cash, change, and one card)

Phone: They never upgraded to a smartphone, so they have the same flip phone they had in middle school. The wallpaper is a very unflattering picture of Link that they took after he fell asleep on the couch during a sleepover. They also have an iPhone for work, but it only supports the internet so that they can post about their tabletop store “The Do’s and Don’ts of Dice” on Instagram.

[yerbamansa]

Wrote a little thing last night on my phone because I keep thinking about it. What if I shoved all my sad feelings about the bunny dying into Stede and made it a meetcute in the end, as one does? Everything is an AU, blah blah blah.

Under a cut for pet death, depression thoughts.

Stede hadn't expected Arthur to die.

The funny little guy with the soft face and floppy ears left poop on the floor and a hole in Stede's heart.

He wasn't even sure about getting a rabbit in the first place. Always figured he was more of a cat guy, maybe, except Mary was allergic so they never had one. Then the divorce, and then the kids pleading for a pet, and then the shelter event at the pet store where the most beautiful man he'd ever seen showed him how to handle a bunny, gentle and easy as anything. Told him about a Facebook group that was good for questions and congratulated Arthur on finding his forever home.

So he'd brought Arthur back to his two bedroom apartment and given him run of the place. Coaxed him to jump up on the couch for cuddles and treats. Got used to the little guy being underfoot, especially in the kitchen. Stede found himself eating more green vegetables just because he could share. Habits that became ingrained over time. 

The rabbit was for the kids, sure, but Stede was Arthur's human. He had never really been anyone's human, not really, so Arthur occupied a very special place in Stede's heart.

And then, one morning, Arthur didn't want to eat breakfast. Not even pellets or treats. Stede brought him to the vet, gave all the meds he was prescribed, paid for the tests he was told to get, and then…

Well. No one to appreciate his kale stems and strawberry tops anymore. No one to look out for under the desk chair. No one to appear at 7 o'clock on the dot, eyes shining, to remind him about dinner.

The kids were sad, of course. And his friends were kind. No one made him feel bad about mourning something as silly as a pet bunny. (He'd excised anyone who might've ages ago, around the same time as the divorce.)

Thing was, Stede had been sad and lonely for a while. Arthur was good company, a reason to get up in the morning, but his loss felt bigger than that. And yet, he felt it in all the little ways, the crevices of his day, the way he didn't have to check a water dish or close a door at night. All the small ways he'd made space in his life for the love of a tiny creature. Like it was the last good thing in his daily life to go.

The mourning held so much more than that one loss. But it was the part that anyone else understood.

It took him weeks to clean out all of Arthur's stuff, all the little oops stains and fur piles and scattered hay. Part of it was just feeling tired. Part of it was wanting to feel that wave of sadness and loss from seeing the mess left behind, just a little longer.

Eventually he decided it was time to try again. No bunny could be Arthur, he was certain, but he could make new friends. Probably.

He spent time on the website of the local rescue that he'd adopted Arthur from, sent a few emails about different bunnies, and made plans to visit an adoption event to meet a few.

There, sitting in a pen with a fuzzy gray thing with jet-black ears, was him. The beautiful man who helped him find Arthur.

"I'm here for the adoption event?" he said timidly. He wasn't even looking at the rabbits, all sitting in their little pens kitted out with colorful blankets.

The man set down the rabbit and stood up. "Great," he said, brushing some of the fur off his shirt (but not all, never all). "I'm Ed, who are you here to meet?"

Stede swallowed. You, he thought.

[northsaskhunter]

Things my dumbass daughters have done in the one year I've had them (not in order) :

- ate my watch charger

- tried eating my bear hide

- ate the hair out of the shower drain

- broke into the shower while I was using it

- refuse to let me close the window despite it getting down to almost zero at night because father we will scream if we can't sniff the outside sniffs

- pee'd in the sink. Three times (I took them out to my parents. They don't like leaving the house)

- pee'd on my bed, while I slept in said bed. I woke up because my leg was warm and one of them was scratching at the spot (happened the first time I took them to my parents)

- tried killing each other more than once. (All because I took them either to the Vet or my parents)

- stood on the top of my flat screen tv when it was mounted, seven feet off the ground. (How the fuck she got up there, I don't know)

- ran up my bedroom door and sat on the top of that (again, how the fuck?)

- scratch the carpet when their scratching post is deadass, four feet away

- tried to walk on the stove top after I had just turned the burner off

- ate two chicken breasts in one sitting (I airfried three. Two for me and one for them. had to share the second one)

- would probably inhale a whole hotdog if I let them

- dump their water dish out if its anywhere other than in the sink

- tracked toilet water down the hallway becuase my sister didn't close the toilet lid

- got pee'd on by my brother because he didn't fully close the bathroom door

- ran under my feet when I was wearing boots and got stepped on. She didn't learn anything

- sit in the bay window and stare at people going by

- the younger of the two tried to kill the vet after they got fixed so I had to go back and get her into the carrier. She proceeded to try to kill her sister so I had to borrow another carrier from the vet to get both of them home. (I am pricing out getting two slightly smaller carriers for future vet trips than the big one I have)

- hated each other for a good week and a bit after being fixed

- almost took my arm off because my sisters brought the little dog over to let them sniff. The cats did NOT want to be sniffed. I can still hear the screech that cat let out.

- how dare I have anything on the table or the counters

- how DARE I only put dry kibble in the food bowl. That food bowl is for food, not toys.

- they see anything that rattles, crinkles or skitters as a toy. Dry kibble is a toy that can be eaten after being batted from the kitchen down the hallway into the bedroom

-may currently be on a partial hunger strike because the grocery store didnt have the wet food I had been giving them. (The exact same brand except the one they liked was in a plastic container)

- refuse to eat any other flavour of wet food aside from "seafood"

- refuse to eat any type of kibble aside from iams or kitten kibble

- only sleep either between my legs or in the doggy-bed I have on my own bed. (They get flung often because I constantly move in my sleep)

- I'm like 80% sure one of them ate the empty tube my testosterone came in. It was on the counter and then it wasn't. I have swept and also checked in the vent on the floor and I still don't know where it went.

- do something bad and scatter the moment I stand up.

- almost took down my bedroom door when I had to lock them in there when I had a zoom interview

- rattle the closet door for hours on end when I'm trying to sleep

-pooped in the kitchen sink because I was taking too long cleaning the litter bin (deadass just put the dirty litter into the garbage when the beotch shat in the sink)

- knocked my fan off the bedside table while I was asleep. Fan ended up broken.

- Stare and scream at me through the glass door every day when I go to work even though they know I'll be back in six hours.

- stare and scream at me through the glass door every day when I get BACK from work

- take man-shits on the daily and stink up the entire house despite the litter box being in the farthest room in the house

- knocked my lava lamp off the mantle piece (thank fuck that didnt break)

- often knock the vent covers off the fireplace

- ate the corner of my Fallout New Vegas "New California Republic" flag

- only get sick on the carpets. Winnie's first time being sick was caught and I held her above the sink. She stayed away from the sink for the next few days because that was obviously the thing that made her sick

- knocked over a half empty pop can and stained the carpet brown

My girls, Winnie and Mary. (Winnie has all the toes)

I want to get a third one, a blonde one though, and name her Sarah.

having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent

[nathank77]

11/5/25

7:12 p.m

So also my sleep tracker helped in another way. I was burping and my molar hurt. It was happening for days... I was using Sensodyne Toothpaste every day twice a day bc it tastes so fresh and like a breeze of mint. I can't even tell you.

I decided just in case to switch tooth paste to my also sls free tooth paste that doesn't have Potassium nitrate in it bc Potassium nitrate can cause pits... I already have the start of a cavity where the pain was happening when I was burping... 3 days later I can burp all day if I wanted to and my tooth doesn't hurt!

I was using my sulfate free Toothpaste and Sensodyne on and off for a while and then i kinda switched straight to only Sensodyne bc I love it...

I guess if I want to use Sensodyne I have to use the sulfate free tooth paste as well. I wouldn't have known I used Sensodyne for over two weeks straight twice a day if it weren't for my sleep tracker and I realized the pain stopped and I check and I was like wow it's been a week of using the Potassium nitrate free tooth paste.

Anyways, my mom has been a bitch all day. My ear is starting to pop again but now it's my left ear... and randomly last night rather than pressure ear popping which is what I have been experiencing.... I heard popping... like early psychosis... but idk what it was maybe a hallucination.. I realize eustachian tubes do not show up on mris... and beyond that.... my air pressure test was normal... so idk if something is wrong with them... I might have to get a cat scan. I stopped using Flonase bc my brain told me to, kinda like how it told me to increase my cbd to 100mg... not a hallucination... just like a you better do this thought. Idk how to describe it.

I get thoughts like that a lot. Like that's kinda how the chugging water Dihherea thing was noticed. Idk. Anyways, idk if my eustachian tubes are okay and idk how to get them tested.

My left eye hurts. I'm worried that I'm going fully hyper but my heart rate is nice and slow, I'm on metopolol still daily. And my hunger is minimal... just normal mostly....... but I'm pooping a lot.

This is about the time all my anxiety hits me in the face.

[somewhat-sanguine]

my sinner. come closer, i am here. and be my dying light. you're burning down(three rivers)

When I left America, I was near death. I had spent the last few weeks in a cycle of intoxication and withdrawal, overdosing and resuscitation. On the plane ride to Montreal, I was in withdrawals. I had downed about a quarter of a handle of vodka that morning just to keep the sickness at bay to get past security, in the hopes that I would be comfortable enough on the plane ride to be able to just sleep and go into my sickness quietly. That wasn't exactly the case...you would have thought that an entire preschool at decided to fly into Montreal at the same time I did. None stop screaming, non-stop pooping (not only from the children...there was a cat on the plane ride too...), parents going up and down the plane trying to soothe their poor babies who lost it every time the plane went through turbulence or their ears popped. It is the last place any addict in withdrawal would want to be besides perhaps jail.

Still, I was excited. I was excited to start my new life there. To see the weather and meet the people and explore the terrain. To spend time with my future husband. Most of all... to finally get clean. I knew Lance wasn't going to tolerate my drinking, he certainly wasn't going to buy it for me. I was in a strange new land where French was the main language, so scouting out drugs in alley ways and down sketchy streets wasn't an option like it would have been in British Columbia or Ontario. I was away from the place I was born; the place where all my trauma had originated and all my vices took hold of me. I had left myself no other option but to get sober. It was scary, it was intense, but I knew it was either this or death.

In Florida I was at the point where I would go days without eating, drink and use for three to four days at a time and then spend two days puking up bile because my body was so sick. It would reject even water, because it became so used to me shoving poison into it and was fearful that all I would put in it would be poisonous. I would spend my days in bed, shivering, feeling like this was it. This was my last hurrah. My body was littered with bruises and sores. My body was unable to heal itself because my liver was so damaged. Even the wound on my breast, which should have been closed a month ago, struggled to heal. If anyone reading this struggles to understand the power of addiction, let that last paragraph really sink in. Your addiction is your everything. It is your entire persona, it is your lifestyle, it is the people you hang out with and the friends you choose, it is your environment, it is the essence of your entire being...and like an abusive relationship, you can't get out of it. Even if you want to. It digs it's claws into you and holds on tight, but eventually it starts ripping you to shreds and causes you to lose everything you hold dear and force everyone you love to watch.

[intrepimid]

God... gonna add a cut here. Things are looking bad for my cat, Setzer.

My stomach is in perpetual knots and I know I won't be calm until I get Setzer into the vet tomorrow. Dunno if I said anything here but she hasn't eaten in two days and very little water. I thought I was going to lose her last night with how bad she looked and how much she just wanted to hide and lay down. She's still very weak, but she's at least moved around to different spots including her pillow by pat. She's sleeping under my chair atm...

We thought it was just her time coming, but now more optimistic it could be severe constipation which is of course fixable(likely will need an enima if it's this bad). We think it could be this because she DID manage to poop on the kitchen floor this morning and it looked super dry like it has been in previous constipated episodes(not the first time she's had it but we usually fixed it with miralax. it's been awhile since we used it).

It could also just be that she's old and things are shutting down. She'll be 17 in May. I've had her since she was a kitten. I thought I'd be ready when she goes but with how I was wailing on the phone with my mom last night...this will be rough if I lose her this week. I'm just so thankful it wasn't today. Quite literally we lost Lucy on January 15th. Losing Setzer on this same day would have destroyed both myself and Pat.

This is a new vet we're going to but they apparently have a good reputation and reasonably priced. God...I really hope she bounces back. I don't want another reason to hate January.

[bishiglomper]

Ahhhhh i upset the niece

I smelled cat poop. So I was just like "BONG WATER. D<"

Argued a second that shes the only cat who poops there. And also the conversation we had the other day about the niece being not allowed to touch the poops. That it means we'll be stuck with her another year.

Niece said her boyfriend doesnt like the cat. That he won't be picking up after her either.

I tried to make sure my tone was not accusatory or anything but I was like "so should we give her to a new home?"

She rapidly started defending herself, like! Shh! I'm not trying to be a bitch! I genuinely think you should do what's best for the cat!

I gave up my hermit crab because I didnt want him to die from neglect. I know that shit happens.

I mean. It takes everything in my power not to tell the niece that she killed her rats. Because while it may be true and MIGHT prove my point, it's not helpful. It would just be inflamatory to her.

Our super awesome vet made a comment once like (we wouldn't want so-and-so to potty out of the litterbox)

And im just like, oh that doesnt matter to me. You know, a tempory illness/accident thing. Even he was like "oh, no, i wouldn't be able to deal with that." I was suprised. But. Y'know. Valid.

I'll put up with a lot. But there needs to be a reason and like. Compromises

Like Jamie.

He never poops in the box.

But he'll poop right outside it, so its not a huge deal.

I'm not entirely sure if he pees in the box either but... The only cat pee we find is in dirty clothes that have been piled on the floor for weeks. So. That's fair.

But bong water... She pees and poops in the dining room where we cant get to it. I think she's too agorophobic to get to the boxes. Shes warmed up to Jamie and Cinnabit but she still hisses at the other two. She and Ash swipe eachother. And the nephew is loud and stompy. So it's just not a great situation for her over-all.

Niece said she would take her back but she still isnt staying at her house. She'll just be going back to being forgotten.

Arrrgghhh

[runic-raptor]

Adding more from my time keeping fish:

- REPEAT AFTER ME: Larger tanks are easier to maintain than smaller tanks. Fish poop in the water. The water gets dirty. The filter cleans the water, BUT, if there is more poop than water, the filter cannot keep up. The more water you have, the more spread out the poop is, and the more fresh water the fish still have after pooping.

- I'm not kidding. Don't go with the minimum tank size. Bigger tanks are easier to maintain and require fewer water changes.

- On that note, you can get used tanks for infinitely cheaper than in-store. Just be SURE to leak test them OUTSIDE first.

- Get something like a Python aquarium hose/vaccum. Get bigger than you think you need. Makes changing water easier and you will need one to drain the tank after you leak test it. Do not try to carry a full tank of water into your house. Do NOT tip over the aquarium to drain it. Defeats the point of the leak test, you're gonna break it.

- Different fish have different water flow needs. Generally I like to get a bigger filter than my tank needs and just set it to low, but some fish like bettas do not like a lot of flow. Use something to slow down the current if need be.

- A note on betta sororities. They can be difficult to maintain. Some females will still kill the heck out of each other, so be prepared to separate them if need be. (I know most bettas are sold in tiny cups, but if they're in a larger aquarium with other fish, they TEND to be better candidates for cohabitation)

- Speaking of cohabitation, you CAN sometimes keep a betta (male or female) with other fish. Sometimes. They will still often eat their neighbors - ESPECIALLY if they look too much like a betta. I don't recommend male guppies for example. Bettas will very often eat shrimp too, so be warned.

- Cycle your tank BEFORE you buy the fish. It's best practice and usually has the best results. I'd say a good 60% of fish deaths within the first week are because the tank wasn't cycled.

-- TLDR about cycling. A filter right out of the box basically only filters out physical gunk from your tank. Your tank NEEDS benefitial bacteria - this is what breaks down fish poop and basically makes it safe water again. Otherwise your fish will suffocate on their own poop. You kind of need to actually read and understand the water cycle here because it's important, but that's WHY it's important.

- The BEST thing I can recommend is steal a filter from someone's existing tank. That filter will already have established bacteria in is, and make the new tank process much MUCH smoother. Quick Start bacteria is great, but it still takes a while to establish itself.

- Even if you don't have weeks to cycle the tank before adding fish, please at least run the tank for a few hours (if not a full day) before adding fish. This gives time for the sand/gravel to fully settle, the heater to heat up the water, and whatever bacteria you added to at least have a chance to grab onto surfaces in the tank. Just make sure you don't leave the fish sitting in bags that whole time... There's not enough oxygen in those bags and they will be swimming in their poop for hours. 1) Buy and set up tank. 2) Wait a few hours or a day. 3) THEN you buy fish.

- Check into what kind of substrate (sand, gravel, dirt, etc.) is best for the kind of fish you're getting. Some fish for example are known to swallow gravel if it's small enough to fit in their mouth (be wary of "large" gravel bags that also have broken smaller pieces of gravel). And some fish have really delicate bellies and shouldn't have gravel of any kind. So do your research first.

(This is all off the top of my head at 1am, so sorry if anything is unclear or inaccurate. It's been a while since I've had fish as well, so I could be completely forgetting something important.)

Like for example,

- If you have cats, make sure your tank has a lid. True Story:

"Wow, I'm surprised your cat has never tried to eat your betta since they're out in the open like that."

"Oh yeah, they're a good kitty. We've had both of them for years and no problems."

*The next day, Blue the Betta mysteriously disappeared. Only known suspect? Feline who has "never bothered the fishies"

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

[kdrip]

Can you imagine? I am on a Hawaii vacation surrounded by vibrant and beautifully colored trees in the clearest oceans you’ve ever seen with an abundance of overflowing food and drink at my expense, and all I can think about are my two Fluff Balls at home likely feeling abandoned. These two outdoor/indoor turned strictly indoor cats are spending the week with my neighbor, Cindy. In the 24 hours I’ve been on vacation, I’ve spent about 22 hours missing my house cats. The hold a fur baby has on their parents is quite distracting. Yet we find ourselves checking in on the pet sitter two times a day and the ring half a dozen more. If this is what it’s like to be a mother, even a small bit, I get why they say no one is ever quite ready! Each and every time I think of Po — short for Potato— and Pip’s little perfect paws, the sunshine comes out here in Hawaii, and I know they’re here in spirit.

Flashback to when planning this trip began.

I met Cindy outside of our shared apartment complex in late March. She approached me with the typical “are those your cats..?!”

You see, it isn’t normal for two black cats to be roaming free outside in the city of Sandy Springs. The cars and the people seem like a cat's worst nightmare, but my cats were raised by dogs. In fact the oldest one thinks she is a dog. At one point the girl was even potty trained herself after watching after my old housemate’s pup to only use the outdoor space as a bathroom. I was of course fine with it because it meant I said goodbye to litter, poop, and potent piss; that is, until I rescued my boy cat Po.

Anyway, Cindy quickly went from inquisitive to “I see them outside all the time I wanted to say hi and to meet you. It’s cool you walk your cats!” She approached Po who acted as if he’s known her forever, highly out of character for him. It was such a sweet experience. I knew she was trustworthy. The girl cat, however, wants nothing to do with anyone except for herself. Ha! She’s been like that since she was just a little kitten. Cindy and I became fast friends. The idea that I would leave my two cats with a stranger would have been difficult if it weren’t for the fact that this new friend makes her living tending to animals!

Back to the present:

I have walked over five thousand steps to get to the clearest waters of Hawaii I’ve seen yet! The ring notifications have poured out into these words on a screen. I previously mentioned my mothers experience with her animals, and how it is very different from how I experience my animals. Please check my previous blog post for that reference. However, I am realizing I am more similar to my mother than I wanted to admit at the beginning. I’m over here, making friends with strangers and building relationships just to later ask them to look after my cats so I can run over and have a vacation. Times have changed since our parents had babies. That’s something to be grateful for. Mainly because you can’t hire someone to pet sit your kids for a week. This is life with domestic animals. It’s quite a ride! For more daily cat experiences and life as a domestic animal parent or someone with fur babies, follow this channel.