#he was not the bravest kitten in his litter

[1waywardbirdlane]

Brave the Cat

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[bumblinv]

---  omaticayan (house) cats ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

feauturing neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, tuk

headcanons of them as literal house cats bc the entire omaticaya clan are just 3-meters-tall, walking, blue forests cats with bows. change. my. mind.

: ̗̀➛ tuk ; tabby kitten

“what breed is she?” 

“just a little girl”

you don’t know her exact breed

no one can blame you tho, she was jus a baby left by her mother in your backyard, that you took in

could be a mix of all sort of breeds, but to you, tuk was your little girl 

the moment you took her in, she was severely malnourished. so you feed her with your own hands, bathe her, sleep with her each night

she was like your own child

and you’re ready to fight every single person in this planet if someone dare to lift a finger againts her

the bravest little kitten you’ve ever know

but the silliest too, 

her entire body went wet as she got in, headfirst, into her bowl when she first learned to eat wet food

and one time she jumped into your aquarium to ‘catch’ the fishes

she would snatch pieces of wings from your plate and holds on it for her dear life when you tried to take it away from her </3

you would crochet matching hats for you and her

overall, the best lil girl ever

_

: ̗̀➛ lo’ak ; bengal cat

do i need to say more

he’d run all over the house, pouncing at every moving thing in sight, playing with his toys for hours, and getting to high places you never knew he could reach

one time he somehow got to the house’s roof. it freaked you out

you were convinced that this little bundle of energy is literally a cheerful puppy in cat’s clothing

with his adorable little coat, that took some time to put on, you take him to the park each morning. this is mandatory, or else he’s too energize to sleep at night and would start knocking things over at 3am (wich you learned the hard way)

at the park, his curious self would sniff everything and anything. a tree, a man’s leg, until he got too curious to a little winged fella, that a pigeon once pecked him on the head

he befriended every single dog and cat around the park, but would get a little salty if new people tried to touch him

at night, when finally, his energy went to 0%, he got cuddly. really cuddly, he sticks to you like glue

and i know he would sleep on your chest and suffocates you in your sleep

_

: ̗̀➛ kiri ; persian cat

she so bougie ngl

and a little moody too

you wont need an alaram clock, cause every morning, at the exact same time, she would sit on your face and starts screaming for food

i hope your wallet thick as hell cause i know she would only eat whole foods, like those healthy (and super fucking pricy) food rich cat persons feed their cats

kiri right there eating salmon and chicken breasts, and you’re left slurping your sad instant ramen 

things we do for our cats ammirite

half of your life savings went to her

from grooming money, for buying her expensive foods and vitamins, to all her essentials like her high tech self cleaning litter box(?)

she spoiled as hell

but i know she still has the audacity to scratch your hand and legs

don’t get me wrong, she loves you. the two things she dislikes the least was you and the big blue fish living in your pond (it was rotxo) 

_

: ̗̀➛ neteyam ; golden retriever

I KNOW I SAID CATS

but none of yall could deny

even as a person, he got that golden retriever personality 

always have a smile on his face, tail wagging every time

calm and loving, 

would befriend every other animal you foster, you sometimes find them all cuddled up together

have i mention that he loves cuddling? 

but remember he’s huge

would crush you every time he cuddles into your lap

but you never minded, cause he’s the sweetest, most gentle giant 

[chilipowder9]

Have a pic of my cat, her name is Indy

She is wonderful! I love her! I myself have one cat, but we have seven in our house in total.... be warned, this post is long, but most of it is pictures, also the death of a cat pictured is mentioned, though only briefly

this is Skeeter, she is our smallest lady, and was disfigured by three botflies (one in each cheek, and one in her chest). she has wicked trauma from her medical history and us having to handle her abruptly and aggressively, she is one of our five feral cats

this is Huck (like Huckleberry Finn) he is one of are largest boys, and a member of the second feral litter, he is our anxious little boy who is slowly growing out of our shell, but he sometimes "crybabies" which is where he roams the house and meows until one of us come down to him and pet him, his meows sound like little "wah"s

this is Taz, like Tasmanian Devil, he got his name because when he was a kitten he would wrap around your foot and spin, giving you very painful paper cuts in the process. he is our smallest boy, and also our craziest, though he has adapted to domestic life the most, and has accepted every ounce of affection we give him, and has learned to annoy us so we play with him and his family with the red light

this is Casper, he is our biggest cat, and the older brother to the rest of the ferals, he is a member of Boo's first litter, and the only one who survived. he is a good big brother who takes time to give TLC to his siblings, teach them what he knows, and teaching them boundaries as time passes and new boundaries need to be made, or old ones need to be broken. he is also an actual gentleman, this isn't me doing internet stuff, he is actually a gentlemanly cat

this is Finn (like Huckleberry Finn), he is the ring leader of the second feral litter, is the bravest of them all, and is the first feral you'll see if you visit, he is also the most likely to strike instead of flee, but normally he is a crazy baby who loves his ears scratched

this is Boo, the mother of our ferals, she died a few weeks after these photos, she passed due to botflies, she fed her kittens at our door, facing the door, locked eyes with mom, left them under the deck, went away and passed her death hit us hard and is why we rescued all five of our little bastards

this is my cat, Cricket, she's our stray rescue and our softest cat, and our biggest cuddle bug, she comes to me and screams until I hold her like a baby while she naps

this is our 20 year old cat, Phoebe, also known as Old Lady, she doesn't do much but nap, but we love her and she has life in her, she screams at us until we get her wet food (we feed everyone wet food, but we save hers and give her serving throughout the day)

bonus: the ferals high as balls on catnip

[anthropwashere]

Oh my goodness i want to hug your cats

@manfedzku lucky for you 90% of my photos are of my cats so enjoy! In order of oldest/first adopted to youngest/last adopted:

Link aka Buddy Boy, Old Man, Toothless, Hobgoblin

He's the only boy of the lot and full of trauma because his stomatitis (bad mouth time) has been hard on him. :( He is very sweet still and loves to pretend to cuddle on my shoulder, purring loudly in my ear until I fall asleep, then he completely takes over my pillow for himself. His favorite thing to do is find the darkest corner in a room and wait to scare the absolute shit out of me. He meows like he's either surprised he can make noises at all or like he's auditioning to sing at a funeral.

Zelda aka Baby Girl, Beaker, Gooey Baby

She was part of a 2-for-1 special with her sister. I was 100% only joking about getting them but this goober crawled into then-boyfriend's hoodie pocket, promptly fell asleep, and that was that. She's typically got an expression of either unconditional love or no thoughts head empty, but she's definitely the smartest of them all. She will only ever scratch on accident and always looks so very apologetic when it happens. She meows like she's forgotten her mouth can open or like she's being gently squeezed by invisible hands.

Sheik aka My Beautiful Squeakums, Tank

Zelda's sister, who wasn't in the fridge pic because she can't jump that high and also she hates the next cat on the list. She has that perfect length fur where you never want to stop petting her AND she has never gotten a tangle in her life. Her right eye is janky from an eye infection she got as a kitten and both her ears are floppy from allergies/ear infections, which makes her look both goofier and tougher than she really is. She meows like a crime and has the most impressive growl.

Chromie aka Mama, Beepums, Chrrrrrrrromieeee!!!!!

Oldest rescue at time of adoption, she had a litter and nursed at least another before getting fixed and she's such a sweetheart she got a certificate for Best Cat at the vet's once. She's always underfoot and extremely curious to see what's going on and what I'm doing, be it cooking, showering, walking circles around my living room while I brainstorm, etc. She's definitely the bravest of them all too. Her favorite place to be currently is out on my apartment porch snoozing in the afternoon sun. She rarely meows and instead makes these "br-brr?" sounds like she's trying to get me to explain what I'm up to.

Lillian aka You're So Small!, Bitch, Why

The baby! Literally! She's like 7 now but she stopped growing at like 8 months so she still has that silly kitten fur, super round head, and the lamest meow I have ever heard in my life. She is The greediest bastard who will not leave me alone if there's meat or Irish liquor near me (no I do not let her drink that, but she got a taste once and by God does she want more). She loves to be held like a baby, greets me on whatever surface is high enough that she can rest her forepaws on my boobs for maximum scritches, and when she's happy she fluffs her tail like how literally every other cat does when they're scared. She's the one most likely to 180 into Fight Mode to the confusion of everyone else, but they're almost all twice her size so it's honestly more funny than anything. She's got some wires crossed but nobody cuddles as hard as she does

[luthied]

What are area ask the pets you've had in your lifetime? Also, names please.

Oh I shall make this a two parter:

My first cat is Molly Girl

She was my first baby and was the best girl. I remember going to the library to read up how to take care of kittens and creating a little presentation to convince my parents that I would be able to take care of a cat. She was a part of a joint litter that was being raised at the veterinary clinic that my mother and I worked at. When I took her home, she purred so much and would fall asleep in my arms at night.

She unfortunately died when she was only 4 years old, but she taught me so many important lessons.

Drachen was my next pet.

He is just about to turn 13! He is arguably my oldest pet, and definitely a friend through many adventures. He loves Captain Crunch, thread, and cuddling with my feet at night. Currently Best Boy since he is a very very good bug hunter.

He is always up for something new, whether it is new friends, new food, or new experiences. He loves driving in the car! He only dislikes water, especially running water.

My latest cat is Lily.

She has Anxiety. Most often found hiding in her various caves, she loves to come out for a cuddle though, unless it is Very Loud or there are New People. Definitely a difficult child, but still love her to bits. She is very food motivated, and will brave even the loudest of noises for her chicky chicky treats.

Surprisingly enough she LOVES baths. She doesn’t like it when the water is moving, but she will just sit and chill happily in any bath. She is my Strange Child.

Now we get to the second part of the story, pets I have lived with but not Owned.

This is a very long list, as my mother is a vet. I have never known a house with less than 2 dogs at a time. I am not even gonna count the fish and small pocket pets.

My first dogs were a pair of cardigan welsh corgies named Luke and Leia. Yes, my parents are geeks. 

Luke was a big brown corgi, back when corgies were breed BIG. He was the sweetest boy and very Ball Focus. 

Leia was a black corgi who evidently won some agility awards. She unfortunately died young from a muscular disease, which made my mom switch careers and become a vet!

We then adopted Rhiannon, the feistiest corgi I have ever met. She was our little tasmanian devil and would destroy pillows and soccer balls All Day Long.

She and I would eventually bond, and I would take her out on walks during the last years of her life. She died of cancer.

After I convinced my parents we should get a cat, the floodgates opened. Lewis, a brown tabby who loved to explore and named after Lewis and Clark, was the first. Spock wormed his way into my mother’s life by using his little two toed foot to get her attention.  Both have unfortunately passed.

Their final dog before I left was Pika, my favorite!

A little Papilion, his full name is Picard. 

He loved to go out to the garden with me and was the Bravest Boy. He is still going strong!

[shepherd-of-the-stars]

Artificial

My submission for @hetabang​ ! Hope you like it! 

Word count: 3,590

Summary: Novovol, Russia, the 36th century. The people of this new age have formed two distinct societies: those of the upper world, high in the sky in pearly cities, and those of the lower world, living on junkyard scraps and breathing polluted air. These societies, both run on fear and power, were meant to forever stay separate. But one night, an android fell from the sky and broke through the barrier that divided them. An android who has no memory, not even his own name, programmed to be a companion, but also a guard. His weapons system had been upgraded illegally, and without proper maintenance, could prove to be dangerous and unstable. Ivan, one of the best mechanics of the lower world, fixes him up and gives him a name; Alfred. Together, they go on an adventure, discovering things about their world, themselves, and their feelings.

Chapter summary: Ivan ventures into the junkyard to dig through the heaps for useful treasures, his almost nightly activity. One wild decision changes the course of his life. 

Warnings: brief mentions of death and bodies, hints at abuse(through scars)

Rating: T (to be changed)

Chapter 1: Hell’s Wasteland

The cold night air did wonders in smothering the noxious scents that blanketed the junkyard like a fog. While the sun’s heat cooked them and made them more powerful, nighttime forced them into hiding. The stench of death and rusted metal was enough to make a normal person retch, but Ivan frequented the location often enough that it was nothing but a minor nuisance. 

With his scarf pulled up to cover his nose and goggles to protect his eyes from the chemicals and dust, he weaved through the heaps of filth, looking for treasures hidden amongst the trash. His mechanical pack mule followed behind him dutifully with its heavy, steel feet making square indents in the hard dirt. The droid was bulky and large, similar to the size of its namesake, but its well oiled parts allowed it to move silently. The only noise that came from it was when the luggage it carried clashed into each other inside the bins on its back. 

This machine, that Ivan had built from scraps and named Buster, carried his maker's oddments so that Ivan could dig through the heaps freely. Every couple feet, the man stopped to poke through the collection of garbage and junk to pick out pieces that he could use for his work. There was a time when he'd jump at every eerie thing he found, but after years of coming here, those things only made his heart skip just a little. 

Spotting a human-like leg sticking out from a pile, Ivan scanned it with his device and waited. "Artificial, 20% damage," it said, allowing Ivan to release his breath and drag the limb out so he could toss it into his bins. He had learned the hard way that it was better to be safe than to drag out a corpse. 

It was one of the reasons the place was nicknamed "Hell's Wasteland." Broken androids tossed out here made it look like the place was littered with human bodies. The gangs saw that as an opportunity and began to dispose of their enemies here, hence the smell of decay. No one but vultures like Ivan went through here. No one would ever see. And even if someone did, the law would never listen to someone who only had 2 sets of clothes and ate crumbs for meals. 

What was once a scrap yard had now turned into a dumping ground. After the owners had disappeared, no one was left to take over. Local rumors said that the owners were still on the land, buried under rotten food and broken refrigerators. “If you listen closely, you can hear them crying,” they would say, “they’re waiting for someone to rescue them. But once you get close enough, they’ll snatch your body and use it as their own.”

But Ivan knew better than to listen to wild stories of ghosts and possession. He knew after many visits that it was the cries of cats. When they yowled in the night, it sounded like a child who had lost their guardian, or perhaps someone who was in pain. And since they ran away at the slightest sound, it was no surprise many people have never seen the source of the sound. 

Just then, that exact sound that people dreaded hearing pierced through the air and struck Ivan’s heart with chilling fear. He knew it was only a cat, but even the bravest of men would flinch at a shrill noise breaking silence. Head tilted towards the night sky, he listened, waiting for the sound to meet him again. 

When it came, he followed it with the stealth of an assassin. Even the slightest disturbance could send them running, and Ivan didn’t want to miss his chance of seeing a cute cat. 

With every step, he drew closer, which meant the cat had not discovered him yet. Maybe this time he would be able to catch it and bring it home. Then again, his budget could barely support his sisters and himself. To add another mouth to feed, that would leave them eating out of the dumpster. But one could dream. A small part of him hoped that the soft clanging of metal in Buster’s bins scared the cat away so he wouldn’t have false hope. 

But things never seemed to turn out his way. As he peeked out from behind an overturned car, he spotted the cat that had been yowling for attention and finally understood why it had not run. 

What he saw was an unfortunate black cat stuck in a discarded raccoon trap, its paw reaching out past the bars in an attempt to open the spring doors. Ivan approached it slowly, his large body hunched over in an attempt to make himself smaller for the cat. The mental image of himself looking like a crooked, old witch approaching their animal apprentice crossed his mind and made him smile. 

“Don’t scratch me, please,” he whispered after tugging down his scarf, “I’m just trying to help you.”

Back arched and hairs standing straight, the cat was not happy at all that such a big creature was so close while it was defenseless. It hissed and swatted at Ivan’s hands when he got too close, but eventually, the human proved to be trustworthy. 

He didn’t make any sudden movements, and for that, the small creature was thankful. Slowly, it relaxed, pressing itself against the corner of the cage instead of trying to shred Ivan’s helping hand. 

“You’re very beautiful. I will call you Novi. Do you like that?” He smiled down at the black cat that stared at him with wide, wary eyes. The cage jolted and clicked when it was finally opened and the cat took off with such speed, he could see bits of the ground scatter as her claws tore it up. 

Ivan let out a soft grunt of disappointment watching her disappear behind a pile of garbage bags. “What? No ‘thank you’? That’s a little bit rude.” He chuckled at his own silliness before walking back over to his droid. “Did you get that, Buster?” 

Those keywords made the droid open his sealed mouth with a click. Ivan reached between the spiked teeth to grab a cord to connect to his phone while Buster’s eyes flashed red to verify his identity. They turned blue when the iris scan passed the test, his tail wagging as his defense mode was disengaged. Only Ivan, his sisters, and people he approved had access to Buster’s security files. If anyone else had tried it, the jaws would clamp shut with enough force to take their hand clean off their body.  

With a few taps, he was able to see what his droid’s eyes had recorded. Crystal clear footage of Ivan interacting with the cat popped up on his screen. The quality was good enough that Ivan could pause and zoom in on it just to get a closer look. He took a screenshot and smiled.

“Send this image to Kat. Caption it, ‘rescued a cat from a raccoon cage. Named it Novi. Can I keep it?’ Message complete.” He continued to scrub through the video as he waited for the droid to do as he said. 

The droid went completely still for a few seconds then moved his head in a nodding motion once it was done. He spoke in a human-like voice with a slight mechanical buzz. “Message sent to Kat: Rescued a cat from a raccoon cage. Named it Novi. Can I keep it? Image attached.” 

“Good boy.” Ivan pat him on the head twice before disconnecting the cord and tapping his chin, making his steel jaws slam shut. Turning to the left, he began to return to his previous task but Buster stood firm. 

“Novi spotted.” 

Ivan stopped, turning back to the droid. “What?” 

“Novi spotted,” he repeated, looking straight ahead. 

He followed the eyes of his droid until he saw what his target was. There, standing on top of an old monitor, was Novi. Her tail swayed in the air playfully, as if waiting for Ivan to notice. “Are you back to thank me?” He asked the question as if he expected an answer.

Novi stared at him, completely still except her tail, then she blinked and hopped off the pile of scraps. Ivan had expected her to run a second time, but she turned back to look at him and waited. 

“Buster,” he said, his eyes not leaving the cat.

The droid chimed once. 

“Choice: Follow, or don’t follow.” 

The droid chimed twice. “Choice: Follow, or don’t follow. I choose follow.” 

Ivan hesitated. “Buster, what’s my luck today?” 

Two chimes again. “Your luck today is amazing! Who knows what will happen when you take a chance!” 

“Take a chance,” he repeated under his breath. Every fiber of his being was screaming to him that this was just like the start of a horror movie, but he took a deep breath and began walking towards the cat. “Maybe she will show me her kittens. Yes. This will be good. I have good luck today.” 

Even as he told himself this, his hands were cold and clammy from nervousness. A black cat on a full moon wanted to lead him somewhere. It didn’t seem like a good sign. Any rational person would ignore this stray animal. It could be a trap. Maybe demons. Or maybe Ivan was just being too superstitious. 

Several times, he had attempted to turn the other direction, thinking that following a cat was just too silly, but every time Ivan tried, Novi would walk back over to Ivan and stare. Waiting. Whatever it was Novi was trying to show him, it must be important. 

“Alright alright, I’m following,” he muttered after a fourth attempt to escape. 

They were nearing the center of the junkyard now. The piles here were stacked so high, even Ivan had to crane his neck to catch only a small glimpse of what was at the top. 

He tended to avoid this area. Located directly below the highway, it was a popular spot to toss things over the side. If one wasn’t careful, they could be crushed flat by someone tossing out their garbage. It was also very unstable. One misstep could cause the garbage to topple like an avalanche, and if one was alone, once they were buried, that would be the end. 

“I don’t think I can follow you further, Novi.” Ivan watched as the cat hopped gracefully on the pile, her light body barely making the objects move. But for Ivan, every step he took made garbage tumble down the sides. 

The foolish human had already come this far on his quest, and he didn't want to waste it by turning back. But one wrong step made his foot slip into the pile, a broken beer bottle cutting into his leg. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to make him hiss and stain his torn pants with blood. 

Maybe it was a sign that he should stop trying to climb this mountain of garbage. The wound on his leg was small, but if it wasn't treated, it could cause an infection. “I’m sorry but this is the end of our little adventure. My sister will be very angry if I die trying to follow a cat.” 

Of course, Novi gave no response. She only stared at him a while longer, looked at the highway above, then took off. At first, Ivan thought that perhaps she had run off because she knew Ivan would no longer follow, but the sound of a car door slamming shut told him otherwise. 

“Oh no.” He looked up at the highway, spotting two men approaching the side, working together to carry something heavy. Ivan shouted for them to stop as he scrambled to get to the bottom, but they couldn’t hear him. From the highway to the ground was a drop almost a hundred feet. His pleads would never reach them. And even if they did, they wouldn’t care. 

Ivan had only caught a glimpse of what looked like an old sofa being chucked over the edge  before the impact of it crashing down into the pile caused everything to topple over. Like a mudslide, everything on the top layer tumbled to the ground, Ivan included. 

He did what he could to protect himself as he fell; his limbs cut and bruised as he tried to shield his head. There was nothing he could hold on to. Nothing was stable. It only stopped when everything pooled on the ground, adding to the mountain’s size. 

Buster, who had stayed on the ground while Ivan chose to climb, ran over to the spot his maker was buried. He dug him out as fast as he could, then dragged Ivan to the side where he’d be able to avoid the damage of falling garbage. 

“Are you okay?” What Buster got wasn’t an answer to his question, but a smack on his metal head. “Ow.” 

“You liar. You said I have good luck!” He hissed as he stood up. His clothing was torn in several places and his body was covered in filth. 

Buster tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Luck readings are chosen randomly from choices you programmed into my system. If you are not satisfied with your reading, please ask ag-... Ow.” The droid was cut short when his maker smacked him again. 

“Maybe if I rebooted you, you won’t be so sassy.” 

“My personality is also programmed by you.” 

“Stop talking.” 

“Silent mode: On.” 

Ivan sighed when the droid went silent. He knew it was his own fault for following a cat into such dangerous territory. Now he had to go home and tell his sister that he needed to borrow money to buy a new set of clothes. At least his scarf was okay.

He wrapped the piece of cloth back to how it was when he started his hunt and tended to all the cuts with the first aid kit kept inside his droid. Then, pretending like nothing had happened, he went back to digging through the rubble. If he was going to ask Kat for money, the least he could do was sell a couple more of his projects to earn it back. And to do that, he needed the parts. 

The more he looked and the more he collected, he was beginning to believe that perhaps Buster’s reading was correct. While this area was dangerous and risky, it also held the freshest picks. He had collected so much scrap metal and spare parts that the bins grew full. 

Dozens of different projects zipped through his mind. He could make a small pet droid. Maybe a drone. Or maybe he could invent something brand new! He could be rich! 

A noise from the highway above only added to his excitement. He took a couple steps back from the pile, just to be safe, then watched to see what the people would toss over. “Come on. Give me something good.” 

All he could see were dark figures, but the mystery of it made his heart race. It all stopped when he saw the discarded object reveal itself in the moonlight as it fell. “No way…” 

Like before, the impact of the tossed object caused the pile to crumble. Anything on the surface was buried once again, but Ivan’s eyes were locked on the new addition. 

He waited until the trash had settled and the men above had left before dashing over to where the object was resting. It was buried under bags of garbage and electronic trash, but Ivan had found it. It was broken and damaged, but it was unmistakably an android. 

“What a beauty,” he said to himself as he admired the human-like machine. If it wasn’t for the broken skin revealing metal underneath, Ivan would have thought it was a human. 

The body was built to be male, a strong one too, and it had a head of long, blond hair with a firm but pretty face. The model wasn’t one Ivan has seen in the catalogs either, so it must be custom built. Which also meant it was an expensive model. The more expensive the model, the more he could sell it for. 

“Let’s see… Are you still active?” He waved a hand in front of the android’s lifeless face but gained no reaction. Snapping his fingers to try and wake it by sound did not work either. But when his hand made contact with its silicon skin, its eyes snapped open and locked on Ivan. 

Ivan jumped back quickly when blue eyes flashed red. “W-wait!” He snatched up whatever he could to protect himself. Unfortunately, his weapon of choice turned out to be a bent pole. “I’m friendly. I promise.” 

The android stared at him for a long time. Ivan could hear the whir of his engine as his system tried to determine whether or not Ivan was a threat. Several times, his eyes had gone dark only to flash back on again seconds later. 

“Battery failure,” he whispered as a mental note, “but reaction is good.” That brought a smile to his face. With a couple quick fixes, he could have this android good as new and sell him for thousands. So no matter how long it would take, he waited. 

He waited, with an eager smile, until the android relaxed his body, his eyes dimming down to a natural blue. “Identify yourself,” he spoke. His voice box was damaged, making his speech sound like he was speaking through a static tube. 

"My name is Ivan. I won't hurt you," he keeps his voice calm and quiet like he had with Novi. Now that the android had calmed, he lowered his weapon and came closer until he was within his arm’s reach. 

Ivan had opened his mouth to speak again, but the android’s arm shot forward and grabbed his scarf. He pulled the human down until Ivan was staring into flickering blue eyes. “Who… am I?” 

"I don't know. We've only just met. But I can find out." Dig through his memory files, erase them, reboot him, sell. 

"Are you ICON?" The android spoke the word as if he didn’t know the meaning. 

“ICON?” Ivan paused, his train of thought halting. "I'm Ivan, not ICON. What is ICON?"

He was silent and still for a while, making Ivan believe that it was another system malfunction. But since he had continued to blink, Ivan knew it was just his mind trying desperately to process an answer. "I... don't know. My limbs are damaged. I don't believe I can walk."

"I can take you to my home.” He took a step to the side, gesturing to Buster. “I can fix you. Would you like that?"

"I lack the currency required. At least... I believe I do..." His eyes moved sluggishly from Ivan to the droid, then back again. 

"I don’t require currency. Only your permission. Will you allow me to fix you?"

The android grew silent again, then slowly, he nodded. “Okay.” 

"I'm going to pick you up now. Is that alright?" 

"... I give you permission," he nodded again, "but become a threat and you're dead."

Ivan gave the android a nod in return before he slowly moved the junk off of him. It wasn’t until all of it was cleared that he realized the reason the android couldn’t move. 

His left arm and both of the android’s legs were marked with plasma burns. The damage of it melted through the synthetic skin, past the metal plating, and scorched the circuits underneath. The pattern of the injury looked like it was done with a rope, or perhaps a whip, wrapped several times around each damaged limb. Thoughts of fixing and reselling the android quickly began to fade. Not even a machine deserved to be treated like this. The rich were truly inhumane. 

“Does it hurt?” 

"Of course it hurts," he gave him a puzzled look, "but that doesn't matter."

"It does matter. You shouldn't suffer. Do you want me to power you down? I promise I'll turn you on again when you're safe. It’s so you won't suffer any pain when I move you."

The android frowned, his face scrunched up in distrust. "How can I trust you?"

"I guess you'll just have to. But I won't force you to agree." 

The android had no reason to trust Ivan. They had only just met. If Ivan was a dishonest person, he could shut Alfred down, take him apart, and resell every piece for a good price. Both parties knew that. But Buster had predicted that today was Ivan's lucky day, and that prediction showed to be true. The android, who couldn’t even process his own memories, had decided to trust him. 

“Fine,” he said, his voice soft. “Turn… turn me off. But I’m trusting you.” 

"You're making the right decision. I'll speak to you again soon. I’m turning you off now." He reached forward slowly, praying that the android wouldn’t activate his defenses once again. His fingers felt around the back of his neck until he grazed across a circular dent. 

For a second, his fingers rested there as he stared into the android’s eyes. He recognized the fear, the panic and uncertainty, but if Ivan was going to move him without hurting him, he would need to be shut down. 

“You can trust me,” Ivan reassured him. 

Then slowly, the android’s eyes slipped shut. 

[fairy-cat-mother]

Hey Everyone!

Kitten Update

About a month and a half ago, I posted a few videos of five little kittens we found in our back yard.

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind, from finding these lil guys in our shed, to dealing with eye infections, to finding out they all had swimmers syndrome (a rare condition where the muscles and ligaments in their back legs are weak and can’t support their weight properly) and trying to find vets in our area who knew anything about the condition.

Through it all, @motheroflittlelions was there to help. She initially contacted me about the kittens after she watched a video I had posted, and recommended that I ask a vet about their legs. Thus, how we found out about their weak leg muscles. No one in our area really knew anything about it, and the Internet was full of scary stories...things weren’t looking good. But Babs asked around, used her knowledge and brought us peace of mind with all her advice and wisdom. We finally found a vet specialist about an hour and a half away who was able to help and give us therapy exercises to do with the little guys. All thanks to Babs and her advice and support, these kittens are well on their way to being healthy.

And, as if she wasn’t already a goddess, not only did Babs offer her time and wisdom freely, but she also made some donations and opened writing commissions to raise more funds for vet and travel costs.

So, from the bottom of my heart, and on the behalf of these little fur balls, I want to say a huge thank you to @motheroflittlelions and to everyone who donated through her kofi and commissioned her. My heart is beyond full, and my eyes have been like waterfalls these past few weeks. You all are incredibly generous, and I am thankful beyond what words could ever describe.

@motheroflittlelions you are a literal angel, and I mean that. Thank you.

There is still a lot of work to be done in the next few weeks with vaccinations and meds and exercises, but they’re little troopers and I know they’re gonna be okay.

I’ll keep posting updates on the kittens’ in the future weeks and months!

Until next time, enjoy the best part of our days: play time :3

💖 Meet The Kittens 💖

Odin.

A.K.A Pretends To Be Tough Guy...A.K.A. Actual Big Softie. He was the first to develop an infection, and it was only in one eye at first. So we called him Odin...because he was scrunching one eye shut akdjwjdhakxj. He likes to jump and pin down his lidl siblings and he is the biggest out of all 5 of them. He attacks everything. But. He is big softie. He loves to snuggle with mama and sibs. Even lets them lay on top of him. I cry 😭

Arya.

Bravest of them all. She is the runt of the litter. Smol lidl gurl. But, she was the first to come see us (and the first to come get wet food...every time skdjskdjsj). She’s super adventurous and is always wandering and exploring. And. She got the most hops I think 😂

Leia.

It’s after the famous Princess that Leia gets her name. Why? Well for one, we called her Leia one day, and it stuck. But also, she was the first to climb up the wooden bench. She a rebel. She fierce. She’s a force to be reckoned with. She also still needs help getting down from the bench skdjsehshsjdhs

Pluto.

He’s a bit of a loner. He’s also smol (second smallest out of them all). So by Roman mythology standards, and by astronomy standards, we think his namesake matches. He hides in corners. And inside cardboard boxes. And he sleeps. A lot. But when he’s awake? Holyshityo. He be pappin’ 😂😂😂

Merlin.

Bruh. Let me tell you. My heart just about stopped. This mischievous lidl kitten. Disappeared under the floorboards of our shed for a full three hours and didn’t make a goddamned sound. We did a kitten check—counted 5 kittens. Went to go get food for them. Came back. 4 kittens. We were terrified. We eventually found her underneath the floor through a crack in the wall via phone camera angled just right. And then spent half an hour coaxing her out. This is why she is called Merlin. She’s a damn wizard gahddangit 😭😭😭 we’ve since boarded and stuffed up all holes

Picture Time~ 😻

Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. My hands are full. Of kittens 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

Before we learned how to swaddle a kitten.

Swaddle Achievement Unlocked: Kitten Burrito

(Benefits: they feel safe in burrito form, it’s way easier to administer eye drops skdjskd, friggin’ CUTE 😭)

Trip to the vet. A.K.A. Cuddle Time 😭💖

Vet visit. They don’t like this part so much, but the vet said they were the best little kittens and really calm (for kittens lol). Good jorb kittens!!!

All kittens are a healthy weight, thankgahd 😭

Merlin likes to sleep on her big brother Odin (more evidence that Odin is a big softie skdjskdjsj) 😭😭😭😭😭

Everyone, thank you again for your generosity.

Bless you all ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡💖💖💖💖💖

With Indescribable Amounts of Feels and Gratitude,

Fairy, signing off 💖😭🙏

[rennarenofao3]

We have kittens! (sort of)

It turns out that we have kittens living under our yard barn. They’re feral and won’t be made pets of. But I persuaded my dad into giving them a chicken patty, and I got to make friends with them. 

For fun I also picked out names for them, and given my current obsession with Hakuoki, we now have a pack of Shinsengumi kitties.

Heisuke is one of three white kittens which are pretty much identical, though he seems to be the bravest of the three.

Shinpachi didn’t seem to be very interested in me, but I did manage to get one shot of him when he climbed up on the raised tailgate of the trailer and briefly couldn’t figure out how to get back down.

Chizuru is another one of the brave kitties in the litter. She and Heisuke both actually came close enough at different points that I could have petted them. Chizuru was the bravest of all and ended up hanging out on my shoe for a couple of minutes.

Harada is a pretty cautious kitty and never did come too close (he’s the one hanging out by the tire in this shot, with Souji and Heisuke in the foreground) The only time Harada did get remotely close was when Heisuke had come up to check me out and sniff my shoes.

Saito was also not very interested in me, after eating the chicken patty he settled in for a nap while his siblings played and investigated me.

This is Souji, he is also one of the really brave kitties and got pretty close (though not as close as Chizuru and Heisuke did). He seems to hang around Heisuke and Chizuru especially, but if he’s not with them he seems to stick close to Saito.

It may not be obvious why I call him Souji in this picture, but hopefully I’ll manage to post the video I took here shortly which has a perfect example of the reason for his name, lol. xD

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(ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c) ((HE DON'T KNOW THE SMOL BUT,,,,CAT SNUGGLES ARE GOOD 8') ))

Ziti, the oldest of Big Mama’s litter and was brown furred with flecks of black in like burnt wood. Ever curious, the scent of a stranger had her investigate, chirping curiously at the extending hand of the small child.

Her chirps alerted the other kittens, her siblings, Lasagne, Ravioli and Pene. From various corners of the room, even from under the couch, they all trotted up to circle around, sniff and check out the stranger. Pene, the most nervous of the bunch, often jumped back or cried out for the mother cat at even the slightest movement.

Ravioli was the bravest of the kittens, taking the chance to rub along Kakyoin’s side before inviting himself onto his stomach, little claws kneading at the shirt. Once one cat got confident, the rest joined, and now he was being adored by four kittens.

As for Formaggio, well, he was snoring loudly, arm partially over the mother cat, Big Mama, that was watching the whole affair.

friend shaped assassin Cats ( x )

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Leprechaun 4: In Space (1997)

Pray you never live to see Leprechaun 4: In Space. Yes, the only warning it needed is right there, in the title. It dares you to watch it and once seen, no amount of complaining will ever make you feel any better... but that won’t stop me from trying.

Once again, the plot ignores all previous entries and the rules are about as consistent as a game of Calvin Ball. The Leprechaun (Warwick Davis) has kidnapped space princess Zarina (Rebekah Carlton) and intends to marry her in order to become king of her home planet. Before any vows can be exchanged soldiers rescue her and the Leprechaun is apparently killed, but he won't give her up that easily.

There is absolutely nothing good about Leprechaun 4: In Space. You think I’m trying to be funny or hyperbolic, but I mean it. Let’s begin with the plot, which makes absolutely no sense. It’s like someone found a terrible ripoff of Aliens and did a “find-replace” to take out all instances of “Alien” and insert “Leprechaun” instead. It’s astonishingly, inhumanely poorly written. A character pissing on a corpse is a plot point! How some executive managed to sit through this escapee from hell and green-lit it, I’ll never know. Even if the production was top-notch, It’s so dull you'll struggle to stay awake.

The titular monster isn’t remotely appealing. He never rhymes in the way he kinda did in the previous film and repeats the same “jokes” over and over. The humans are pathetic as well. Most of them are meathead military mercenaries waiting to be killed, with a couple of visual quirks given to some to help the editor remember the order in which the deaths were supposed to happen. Don’t expect anything awesome when it comes to their demises, however. This is a zero-budget picture that can't afford to show anything. As a cherry on top of the toilet fudge sundae are a bunch of developments that come out of nowhere towards the end and a conclusion so abrupt I was certain there was going to be a stinger at the end of the credits.

The film steals liberally (sometimes for would-be comedic effect) from countless better films. Alien and Aliens obviously, but also The Fly, Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz. This horror comedy is never funny, not even in a “so bad it’s good kind of way”. It’s juvenile stuff, like pointless nudity or ample jokes revolving around male anatomy. Warwick Davis embarrasses himself by giving a bunch of bad impressions and we even have some cross-dressing thrown in. At times, it gets so bad you're left confused. Is the fact that we’ve got an evil German Cyborg named Dr. Mittenhand (played by Guy Siner in some shots, by an unconvincing puppet in others) supposed to be comical, or is it a coincidence that his name sounds like it was meant for a kitten?

If I had to single out "the worst thing", It'd be the special effects. It’s not only that they’re bad, but they’re continuously bad in a wide variety of ways. If it isn’t a cave that looks like it was made from the contents of a full kitty litter bin, it’s the same three sets used over and over. It’s shots of asteroids that are just the same CG rock copied and pasted, continuous shots of a space shuttle that looks like it belongs in one of those infamous FMV games, which then cut to sets that are clearly cobbled together from easily available props. There’s a window that is clearly just a black sheet of cloth with some sparkly circles glued to it and the Leprechaun's treasure looks like it came from a dollar store. I counted at least 3 establishing shots that were actually still photos from a set that none of the actors or camera people had any access to. It’s like someone did a web search for “space station” and used the results to fill in some of the missing footage! The composite shots are weak and in more than one instance, characters or objects looked pixilated. Don’t even get me started on that conclusion. I’ve seen more convincing effects on YouTube.

With a title like Leprechaun 4: In Space I hoped for a new “so bad it’s good” classic. It isn't. How could someone have made a film this abysmal and how can it be widely available for everyone to see? Director Brian Trenchard-Smith must either be the bravest or most delusional man on Earth to have allowed his name to be listed in the credits of this cinematic atrocity.

I wouldn’t wish the experience I had watching Leprechaun 4 onto anyone. It's one of the worst films I've ever seen... and there are still more movies in the series to watch! (On DVD, June 23, 2015)

[gukyi]

cool cats (and dogs, too) | myg

⇒ summary: yoongi has one (1) dog, and he loves her very much. yoongi also has one (1) daughter, and she loves cats more than anything. sometimes apples fall pretty far from the tree. 

⇒ {dad!au}

⇒ pairing: yoongi x female reader

⇒ word count: 2k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: animals?

⇒ a/n: for sir yoongi’s birthday! i had this idea in my head randomly and thought it would make a cute drabble. also shoutout to that Cool Cat™ in the banner. i’d die for him.

Yoongi loves his daughter more than anything else in the world, but the increasing amount of cat-themed artwork that is hanging around their tiny apartment right next to the heart of the city makes him feel like a traitor. At least Holly doesn’t know what the hell is on all of the things tacked to their refrigerator door, or she’d go into a fit.

People tell Yoongi that his daughter takes after him in many ways. She has the same gummy smile, accentuated by the empty space in her bottom teeth, the first of many. Or, she pouts the same way when she doesn’t get what she wants, an expression Yoongi finds himself weak to every time he is subjected to it. And she loves listening to music, always asks Yoongi to put on her favorite CD (Abbey Road by the Beatles) whenever they’re in the car. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree but his daughter has come so close to the roots that they’re practically the same person.

But the one thing that his daughter doesn’t take after him in? Animals.

Yoongi does not think he has seen a bigger cat-lover than his daughter, and it’s appalling. She has cat bedsheets, a cat backpack, cat-shaped pencil sharpeners and erasers. The walls of their flat are littered with cats drawn on lined notebook paper and little peel-off cat stickers (because Yoongi knows he is too lazy to try and scrape off real sticker remnants). Her bedroom floor is decorated with various stuffed cats, ranging from the smallest kittens to the fiercest lions.

And poor Holly is trapped in the middle of it, Yoongi’s faithful pup who does not understand the horror that is his daughter’s bedroom, can not comprehend what all of the pictures on the wallpaper mean. Holly is the second love of Yoongi’s life, the only other constant in his rocky existence.

It’s not that his daughter, Chorong, hates Holly, or anything. It’s just that every time he takes her into a pet store to pick up Holly’s food, she drags him to the cages where the cats are, ogles them and begs him to adopt one to take home (which Yoongi knows Holly would hate). And she’s constantly babbling about how Holly is so much work to take care of, and even at only five-years-old, she is already aware that cats don’t need to be potty-trained like people and dogs, and that they bathe themselves. And she tells him that Holly deserves a friend because it gets awfully lonely in their little home when she is at kindergarten and he’s at work, and a cat would be the perfect solution to the predicament.

Yoongi was already unprepared to the fullest extent when Chorong came along, stomping all over his previously delicately-laid-out life plans and decorating his life with color. Even five years later, he still thinks he is entirely unqualified to be taking care of a little human despite him trying his best. But this? This sends him back to square one, for nowhere in any of the twelve parenting books Yoongi owns does it detail what to do when your daughter is a cat person and you are a dog person.

Guess this one’s on him to figure out.

---

Yoongi regrets taking this detour after picking his daughter up from extended-day at kindergarten.

His work had dragged on longer than he anticipated, an occurrence he fears will start to become more common. He really hates leaving his daughter alone for so long—she is already beginning to realize that when he doesn’t come to pick her up at the normal time, she just needs to go to the classroom where extended-day is held without being told—and can’t bear the thought of her simply getting used to him not being around. Her mother had left when she was three days old, so Yoongi is all she has.

By the time he picked her up, the sidewalk that was once open for them to walk on as a shortcut to their apartment had been boarded up, metal fencing surrounding it and forcing the two of them to find another way home. Yoongi doesn’t know much about this city to begin with, so he is relying on only Siri to lead him home.

Chorong is happily blabbing on about the arts and crafts activity they did, where they got to decorate ladybugs with sequins and sparkles and glitter as part of their unit on insects. Chorong proudly declares that she is the only person in her class that isn’t afraid of spiders (“even the boys are too scared!”), another trait she got from her father who spent the entirety of his university years taking the spiders that haunted his shared apartment outside.

And then, as Yoongi is telling her that she is the bravest person he knows, she stops. Chorong has a habit of getting distracted fairly easily, yet another inherited characteristic, so Yoongi finds himself getting used to the abrupt pauses and stops as they walk around the city.

“Look, Daddy!”

Yoongi leans down so that he matches her little height, made littler by all of the things in this city that tower over her, and lets his eyes trace from her arm to her pointer finger. When he finally looks properly at what she’s staring at, his brows furrow.

“A cat café!” She cries excitedly, already clasping her fingers together in applause. Yoongi grimaces. “Daddy, can we go inside?” She begs, tugging on her father’s arm in desperation.

Yoongi knows that voice. It’s the voice that Yoongi always caves in to, always finds himself falling weak to, despite the stern tone in his voice as he attempts to tell his daughter “no”.

“Please?”

Yoongi is going to apologize to Holly until the universe collapses in on itself.

Chorong tugs him towards the door, standing on her tiptoes to reach for the handle. Yoongi makes to open the door for her but she pushes him off, already feisty even only at five years of age, wrenching open the door proudly as Yoongi places his hand on the frame to keep it open for her.

“Welcome to the Choco Kitty Cafe,” the woman at the front says, smiling happily at Chorong as she gazes around the quaint cafe. There’s cat memorabilia all over the place, decorating the walls and the floors and everything in between, and Yoongi swears he hears the faint meowing of cats from the next room over. “Just the two of you?” The woman asks, swiping away at the iPad in front of her.

“Yes,” Yoongi nods, already making the pull his wallet from his back pocket. Oh, the things he does for his daughter. He makes sure to keep a close eye on Chorong, knowing how she has a habit of disappearing from his line of sight in favor of something largely more interesting than her father.

“An hour?”

Yoongi looks down to his daughter, who is playing with the lucky cat on the table beside her, paw waving back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Yes, an hour,” Yoongi says, and maybe he shouldn’t be wasting away his time surrounded by animals that are notorious for disliking him, maybe he should be working on some of the work he still has left for his boring day job, but the smile on Chorong’s face makes this all the more bearable.

He follows her as she leads him into the room with all of the cats, relatively empty as a result of the time of day. Yoongi counts; there’s eight cats in total, sitting on cushions and towers and shelves, prancing around or eating or sleeping. Chorong looks like she’s in heaven, so overwhelmed at the mere sight of so many of her favorite domesticated pets that she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

Yoongi takes a seat in the corner, letting his body rest after a long day, watching his daughter with a resigned sort of fondness as she jumps from cat to cat, desperate to spread her love equally to all of them. He supposes that some sacrifices are worth making. Chorong can’t contain her excitement—every time a cat sniffs her hand or lets her pet her she shouts, “Daddy! Daddy! Look at this!”—and Yoongi will look at her, send her a thumbs up as he attempts to avoid any sort of contact with the animals. Thankfully, it doesn’t look like they’ve taken too much of a liking to him, either.

“Want tea, sir?”

A voice interrupts his train of thought, and Yoongi whips his head around to find you standing in the doorway to the café part of this cat café, holding a kettle in your hand. You look at him with a warm glow, smiling despite the visible bags under your eyes and the tired slouch of your shoulders.

“Ah, no thank you,” Yoongi says, shaking his head. “It makes me sleepy.”

“I hear you,” you reply distantly, nodding. “Half the time I just want to curl up on the pillows and sleep with the cats.”

Yoongi chuckles to himself, trying not to spend too much time looking at you or the way your lips curl up in a grin or the little sparkles in your eyes. The only person he need love in his life is Chorong. Or at least, that’s what he thinks.

“Is she your daughter?” You ask, motioning to Chorong as she coddles a bright orange cat, one that reminds him of the one from the Harry Potter franchise. You don’t sit down out of respect for his personal space, though Yoongi finds that he wouldn’t mind the company.

He scoots over, the universal sign for “stop standing like a fool and join me on this comfortable cushion”, and nods. “All mine.”

“She’s cute,” you say, taking a tentative seat. “Dragged you in here, didn’t she?”

Yoongi finds himself enamored with how easily you can read him, like you’ve already known him for years. “I’m not… a cat person.”

The declaration makes you gasp in shock, a hand coming up and placed on your chest in mock offense. Your brows furrow and you begin to pout, lower lip coming out the same way that it does when Chorong is begging for whatever it is she wants.

“You’re not a cat person?” You ask, mouth open wide. “How could someone not be a cat person?”

“They don’t like me, I don’t like them,” Yoongi explains. “I like dogs. They’re better.”

“I take personal offense to that statement,” you say. “It seems your daughter would agree with me.”

“There are things that she and I don’t really match up on.”

“But cats are so wonderful! All they do is sleep and eat and look cuddly and shower you in affection,” you say longingly, a hand leaning down past the edge of the seat as a cat brushes by, sniffing your outstretched fingers with a satisfied purr as it rubs its chin against them. “How can you go wrong?”

“Dogs do all that and more,” Yoongi begins to playfully argue, a blush blooming on his cheeks as you pout his way.

You stand up firmly, blatantly attempting to resist the smirk that’s growing wider on your face. “This means war, Mr. Dog Person,” you decide, hands on your hips. “I’ll teach you to love cats. Just you wait.”

---

On the way back, Chorong is joyfully skipping down the pavement, hand resting in her father’s safe grip. The entire walk to their home, she goes on about each of the different cats, citing you as the “nice lady who told me their names and their favorite things to do” and making Yoongi’s heart swell just a little more.

It’s strange for him, really, to already be thinking about a future with you. For five years now, it’s been him and Chorong against all of the forces of the universe, ready to take on anything that comes their way, but now, Yoongi thinks he might have to rewrite a couple chapters. His conversations with you have been brief and meaningless, but, for the first time, Yoongi wants to know a little more.

“Daddy?” Chorong asks as they step into the elevator, her father letting her press the seventh floor button.

“Hmm?” Yoongi responds mindlessly.

“Do you like the lady at the cat cafe?” She asks innocently, looking up at him with her brown eyes wide.

“What do you mean, Chorong-ah?” Yoongi inquires, a little frightened and a little impressed with how easily she was able to pick that up. Is he really that transparent?

“I mean, do you like like her? Because you always told me that when you smile it’s because you like something. Like like something,” Chorong says pointedly, her five-year-old logic sending his heart reeling.

Yoongi’s grip grows tighter on his daughter’s hand as he thinks of what lies ahead. The thought excites him. Perhaps your relationship won’t work, perhaps there will be too many bumps in the road, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try. You make him want to learn to love the things that the universe throws his way.

He thinks he might need to start taking that detour more often.

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Cat Gets Help for Her Kittens All Born with Large Feet, Twisted Legs and Hop Like "Kangaroos"

A feline family of six was brought to a shelter in Lynnwood, Washington. The kittens hop like tiny kangaroos with big mittens.

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

Earlier this month, PAWS (Progressive Animal Welfare Society) took in a cat mother along with her five polydactyl kittens all born with Radial Hypoplasia, a genetic condition that causes their front limbs to be short and twisted.

Ashley Morrison, a volunteer of PAWS, was smitten with the little feline family when she visited them at the shelter. The sweet cat mom walked right up to greet her as if to say, they were ready to go home with her.

Just when she thought she would take a short break from fostering, these little guys showed up, and she simply couldn't say no.

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

"They all have extra toes. (So does Mom.) Some even have six toes on each back foot," Ashley told Love Meow. "They don't seem to really notice. They play like other kittens."

There are four boys (Roo, Skippy, Joey, and Pouch Adams), one girl (Marilyn Mon-roo), and the mama cat is called Kanga.

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

They quickly settled into their foster home. Mama Kanga was very pleased to be in a home environment with her kittens. She explored around her new abode as her kittens scampered across the room like little kangaroos.

Pouch Adams (aka Pouchy) is the runt of the litter. He's the tiniest but has the sweetest personality.

Pouch Adams (aka Pouchy)Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

Skippy is the leader of the bunch. He's the bravest and quite the attention seeker.

"He will jump up and smack ya with his big back feet."

SkippyAshley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

The kittens are rambunctious and very playful. They always cuddle up together in their big comfy bed after play time.

Watch these kitties and their journey in this video:

Foster Kittens Hop like little Kangaroos youtu.be

"They are just like normal kittens, wanting to be crazy and run around," Ashley told Love Meow. "They stand up to play but wind up looking like they are in a tiny boxing match."

Mama Kanga and her mini-me, Roo. Together, they are "Kanga-Roo."

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

The kittens are doing well, hopping around with their big, strong feet.

They will be up for adoption at PAWS in Lynnwood, Washington when they are ready in a few weeks.

JoeyAshley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

"They don't know any other way of life and love to play like any normal kittens," Ashley said.

"Once adopted in their forever homes, their parents can decide what they believe would be the best treatment option for each kitten, though most cats with this condition live long, happy lives without any type of surgery."

Marilyn Mon-rooAshley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

Mama Kanga is ready to retire from motherhood for good. She is happy to hand over the responsibilities to her caretakers and enjoys spending more time with her human friends.

"She will come down to nurse but otherwise stays up where the kittens can't reach her."

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

The sweet little kangaroo kitties are thriving in foster care. They will be hopping their way into someone's heart forever.

Ashley Morrison @youngestoldcatlady

Share this story with your friends. Follow updates on these kitties and Ashley's fosters on Instagram and Facebook and YouTube.

Related story: "Kanga-roo" Kitten Hops Her Way Into Her Rescuer's Arms, Now 3 Years Later..

Source: https://www.lovemeow.com/kittens-twisted-legs-get-help-2626105161.html

[cutecats2017]

I hope this is the place to go for something like this.We have a cat who is about 2. He is not the bravest of cats and in fact is afraid of just about everything except me and my girlfriend. But he's sweet and has been to the vet before and did well with others.So we introduce a new cat about 2 months ago. He's less than a year old. He likes to play and pounces on our older cat. Problem is is that the older cat is terrified and gets on his back and defends himself like the kitten is trying to kill him.I have been told to let them work it out. So I was doing that tonight and the older cat shit himself while the kitten and him were playing(kitten)/fighting for life(oldman) . I haven't seen any improvements. The kitten doesn't get it. He doesn't understand that the older cat isn't playing. The older cat doesn't understand he's in no danger.Is there a way to fix this? Any advice ? I can't be worried about my cat being so scared that he doesn't go to his litter box (he's never not used it until this). I'm at a loss. Hopefully someone has dealt with this issue. Thanks for any help. via /r/cats

[jmicdyke]

****WEDNESDAY FREE SONG #91****

“Death In The Family”

3/22/2017

I usually write this stuff on Tuesday or Wednesday or a combination of the two. Usually when I’m working on my weekly music and Cracker just NEEDS to lay in my lap. A cat in the lap makes it somewhat difficult to play guitar. So I’ll take a break from that and write a little something to introduce my song. I don’t really expect anybody to read it, which is why I tangent crazy whenever I can because it’s more fun for me.

I remember moving out of the ol’ parents house for the first time. Shortly after high school, I must have been nineteen with a pube-goatee/mustache combo enjoyed by so many of my Florida brethren. FREEDOM! I felt the glory of freedom matched only by William Wallace as he was being pulled apart by…I don’t know, British douchebags? I haven’t seen the movie in a while. Though, I did go to a (the?) Wallace Monument in Scotland a bunch of years back and his sword looked like it was about 12 feet long and 70 pounds: pretty badass. Anyways, super happy to get outta the homestead for some debaucherous kid shit UNSUPERVISED. All those CATS and DOGS that always had my sinuses going: not dealing with that anymore. Just human roommates and whatever I want to do I do.

FREEDOM!!

Best laid plans.

My friend had a cat. That cat got pregnant from one of the locals. That cat had a litter of several kitties. Well, well, well I was free to do what I wanted and we all know how STUPID I am and doomed to repeat the history that circles round and round AND keep my allergies in FULL force for the rest of my life. I picked myself a kitten.

I didn’t name it for a few days. I’m the worst at coming up with names. The best band name I’ve ever come up with is CHUG. You can use that if you have a brutally slow and heavy band that likes to drink FAST. So the cat had a climbing fetish (as most cats do) and she liked to perch herself on the shoulders of whomever she was climbing that day and maybe nibble on their ears just a lil bit. And my buddy John says “Polly want a cracker?” I wasn’t so keen on Polly as a name. And ‘want’ and ‘a’ are hardly names. By process of elimination, her name became Cracker! Yes folks, her name was not based on a racial epithet or a device used to release and contain whippets (or hippy crack as I have heard it referred), but a question a stinky one-eyed pirate would ask his even stinkier over-talkative parrot.

AND she’s been with me ever since (more or less) for HALF MY LIFE! From Gainesville, FL to Orlando, FL (the drive to Orlando was so hot she started panting like a dog, first and last time I saw that). From Orlando to west coast Orlando (or Los Angeles as they like to call it).

THEN one day the doctor says she’s done…bring her on in, we’ll take care of it. She had a good run. What can you do? Can’t let her suffer…It wasn’t a huge surprise, her health had been declining. Lost her sight, but still got around pretty good. Still liked a purr-riffic lap nap. High blood pressure, shitty kidneys. What can you do? Cry like a hungry baby and yell at a microphone, I guess.

Don’t worry, my legion of fans (are we Negan?), we’ll get back to some fun, upbeat stuff in the weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millennia, infinity to come. Put on your bravest face and cry into your beer!

C-ya next week.