#I'm missing my cat today

[changingplumbob]

Using my night time rambling today to thank those who tag their stories appropriately. Thank you everyone who tags their sim stories when death happens, my brain does need a second to remember it's fiction. Thank you everyone who tags gore, or violence, or addictions or any other topics that are triggering for readers. I know I'm grateful when pet death is tagged, and I'm sure others are grateful to encounter warnings for whatever is tough for them.

Also reminder it's good practice to not tag your posts as cc unless you link the cc.

[symptomofloves]

i was waiting for my first paycheck to say it, but i officially have a job after nearly a year of unemployment! i work at the cat cafe😽

[stargirl230]

First (official) day of college!

super nervous haha, wish me luck

(no reposts!)

[thegeminisage]

sleepy girl in a few of her favorite napping spots <3

[somelazyassartist]

Heading out of town for my trip to see my long distance girlfriend in person again!! Extremely EXTREMELY nervous but very excited!!!

[the-casbah-way]

sometimes being so overly sensitive makes it hard to function like how do people do it. today we drove past three dead pheasants and i'm expected to be fine about the fact that they died alone and in pain and everyone keeps driving as if they never mattered. as if they didn't live and breathe and think. ok

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok soim gonna ramble about the wedding in the tags cos this is my diary lol kitty dont read this (she's not been on tumblr in ages it should b fine pfft)

[gentlenotes-moved]

i remember quite a long time ago when i was like 8 and i was at my grandma's house crying about something small and i was so confused why i was so upset about it. my grandma said "well, you might be angry about a lot of things right now, and it's all building up" and i sat there thinking that that was the most idiotic thing i've ever heard. but like. 10 years later and i'm in the exact situation she was describing.

[pastafossa]

Pastaaaaa I hope you and your family feel better soon!🥺💕 Thank god Cato is bringing you socks, 100% the best cure😂

Btw what happened to the beeping smoke detector?

Thank you. 😭 It's been absolute hell and we feel like the walking dead, but at least no hospital so that's a plus, and there's small improvements every day even if I'm going slowest. I suspect those improvements are due to the socks, without them I'd be dead. 😆

As for the beep, hilariously (but not really), if you turn the volume all the way up on the Cato Delivering Socks video, at exactly the one second mark you can hear the dreaded hellish Beep from the detector, despite the vid being filmed from the first floor and the beep being in the attic (3rd floor). So it has continued to beep. Ironically, I've been so sick that I've slept through it easier as long as I had ear plugs in and remained drugged to the gills with cold medicine. That won't last once I'm feeling better but at this point I'll take it.

[ninja-yogurt]

Thinking about how as a kid I was pretty convinced my cat was kind of apathetic to me because I would pick him up and drag him to my room when I wanted to cuddle with him and he didn't approach me on his own very often, especially compared to his brother who would happily demand attention from anyone and everyone. And how my brother and I got little rubber mice one Halloween and I lost mine and was devastated and kind of bratty about it, and went to cry on the floor of my room for reasons I don't really remember. And my cat, who never approached me in his own, comes up to me with the mouse in his little mouth and drops it next to me.

And I don't think he understood why I was upset but the fact that he saw me upset and decided to bring me something to cheer me up, and came up to me of his own volition, I was convinced for the rest of his life that he was one of the most emotionally intelligent cats I'd ever met, and that he loved me more than anyone else in the world. I swear nearly every expression of love he had was something he picked up from me. He loved being picked up like the person petting him was too impatient to wait for him to approach them. For years he'd come running at the sound of my fingers rubbing together in an attempt at a snap, but when I figured out how to actually snap he ignored it. I wasn't very good at petting gently, and his favorite thing was when somebody used all their strength to push against his head while they pet him. I read a book on cat communication when he was still a kitten and spent an evening headbutting him because it said that's how they say hello and communicate affection, and I don't remember him headbutting everything and everyone in sight before that but he sure did enjoy it afterwards.

When I came home from college he would frequently be standoffish towards me until I, allergic to him, would sneeze for the first time, and then he would demand attention like it took that to be sure I was who I said I was. He would get cuddlier when I sneezed, probably because I would frequently turn to him after and say in a sweet, fond voice, "yes! This is all your fault, yes!" Sometimes he'd make eye contact with me before he sneezed. I think he thought the sneezing itself was affection. Once when I came home I cuddled with him until he was half asleep on my lap and at 1 am I started trying to move him without waking him up, or annoy him into moving himself, because I didn't have the heart to just abandon him but I needed to go to bed. He must have been more awake than I thought because when I fully lifted up one leg so it was next to him instead of under him he just readjusted on the other one, and then did the same with the other leg. It was pretty impressive for a cat who once accidentally rolled off a couch because I was standing across the room and he got too excited about trying to convince me to approach him that he forgot where the edge was.

I took so many pictures of him and asked my family to take and send so many pictures and videos and video chats with him that he also got excited by smartphones, because a camera pointed at him meant he got extra attention. It was so hard to get good pictures of him; if he noticed the camera he got very wiggly.

He had a fang taken out when he was starting to get older, because it was infected, and he figured out how to eat without it but he never quite figured out how to close his mouth consistently. He's always had a remarkably expressive face; i swear he used to smile when he was happy and I never needed to see the rest of his body to tell when he'd been startled. But for a cat who frequently looked confused before, sometimes having one lip snagged inside his mouth really improved the look. My mom started saying he had an Elvis face now.

Losing the tooth did not stop him from stealing a piece of toasted turkey ham from a plate on the table once. I was walking back from the kitchen, trying to help my dad prepare breakfast, and as I approached he decided the best thing to do when caught red handed with a piece of meat about a full quarter of your size is to sprint off with it, which might have worked better if it wasn't a quarter of his size and he didn't have a missing tooth. He made it most of the way across the room with it hanging from his mouth, somehow swinging slightly and dragging on the floor at the same time, before he gave it up. I wish I'd gotten it on camera, because I was the only one who saw the whole thing.

He stopped meowing as much and couldn't really purr by the end. What he'd do instead of meowing was squeak like a rusty wheel if he wanted food and wail like he was dying if he wanted attention and nobody was in the room with him. Occasionally he'd go into my parents' room when there were people around and wail because nobody was in his extra special cuddle spot. For about fourteen years of his life the only time I heard that meow was when he had bladder crystals and had to be rushed to the vet, and when he got stuck once hanging from one of those scratching posts that could hang from a doorknob, flipped his head back so it was upside down in relation to the ground and he was staring at me, and gave one of the saddest meows I've ever heard in my life. (Unfortunately for him it took me a few seconds to stop laughing my head off to actually come help, but he was fine). I came home when he was older and suddenly he'd realized that that wail meant immediate attention, and why not abuse it in exchange for more cuddles.

I miss him a lot. It was my first birthday without him this past week. Last year my favorite present was handmade by my brother, and when it arrived I got extra pictures of it before it was shipped out lying on top of him (cat, not brother). I dreamt about him a lot, for a while, but I haven't since a dream where I spent a bunch of time cuddling with him and he purred like a motorboat. I like to think it was him telling me he'll be ok, even if I don't dream about him again for a while.

[daz4i]

making an analog horror reference collection for my boyfriend and decided to look up more that i don't know well and it's so funny to run into lists that call the monument mythos one of the scariest series online. what the FUCK are you talking about. it's more satire than it is horror. it's goofy silly funny. and sad sometimes. it doesn't even qualify as horror by most standards afaik?????

[derelictheretic]

back home 😔✌️ (husbandless, miserable)

[pandaspwnz]

had to take my dog Stella to the emergency vet yesterday (we had an appointment today but it clearly got worse), and apparently a lot of dogs are showing the same symptoms as her, and in different cities (a couple who live 45 mins away from us out there had 2/3 dogs with it, our non-emergency vet's dog in a different nearby town has it, our neighbours dog also had it recently), but the vet didn't seem to know anything about there being something in the air or anything. Still, almost all of the symptoms are the same so to me that's a cause for concern, especially spread over such long distances.

So if you live in Denmark and your dog has any of the following symptoms, please take your dog to the vet sooner rather than later:

- diarrhea lasting more than a few days(Stellas was at first slimy, then very liquid-y, then a little bloody which at the time the vet said was consistent with irritated intestinal lining and not immediately an emergency appointment, and finally even later, and what made me book an emergency appointment, fully red with blood)

- vomiting (primarily bile/foamy, in our case not bloody but the couple at the vets' dog had also vomited blood)

- low to no appetite, even when tempted with treats or favorite foods

- Stella was still alert and curious, wagged when we got home, helped our other dog bark at passersby, but she was noticeably lower energy than normal and slept a lot

- burping/gas/discomfort regarding stomach acid

Also our dog was doing a very good job of keeping herself hydrated and drank all the time, but the couple at the vet's dog would throw up every time he drank.

Also, the vet said that having the type of diarrhea she had was something that could easily lead to her suddenly 'crashing', at which point dogs would easily get sepsis, and be a lot harder to treat, as well as a lot more expensive. So please try to be proactive if your dog is showing any symptoms!

[murobrown]

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[sudokuplayer]

i'm so angry and heartbroken and i think this is all i will ever be

[dumplingsjinson]

not me out here telling him how much i miss him. no man EVER had me saying shit like that until he came along, BYE