#is good and healthy and we all love her and the vet love her and only thing wrong with her at present is the ringworm which will be cleared

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

happy happy feels

[averagegazan]

🚨🚨 Good News 🚨🚨

Hello everyone,

I have some good news and some not-so-good news, but first I'd like to thank all the people who supported me this far. As you might already know, there's no power supply in Gaza now, so we depend on solar panels for electricity. Yet, the weather has been gloomy for the last couple of days, and hence I barely charged my phone and accessed internet for a very limited time. I'm really thankful to my friends who kept sharing my posts. I'm grateful for every donation, every reblog and every kind word. 🌷

Let's break the good news: we have visited the doctor a few days ago and she let us assured. Our baby girl is growing strong and healthy. Here's her first ultrasound photo, isn't she a cutie? 😇 On the downside, it turned out that Sahar, my wife, suffers from mild anemia due to malnutrition. 😞 As you probably know, good nutrition is essential for the health of the pregnant mother and her baby.

Please, help me support my wife in her pregnancy and provide for my kids in the harsh conditions of Gaza war. Your support is essential for our survival and has the potential to positively change our lives and give our baby girl a better start.

✅️My campaign is vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #252 )✅️

With love, Alaa & his family

[yourelliewillms]

ellie x reader adopting a cat !

headcanons

☆ one day a little kitten appeared at your door, it was orange but it was covered in dust and he was so little, you couldn't just let him in the street when you were leaving the house and heading towards your work at 6 am. you took the cat in your hands careful enough not to hurt him and let him inside your house. you found a little box of ellie's shoes for him to sleep and two little bowls next to it, one with food and the other with water, and then you had to run to your job.

☆ when all this happened, ellie was sleeping so she knew nothing about this little cat and you forgot to tell her about it. she loves cats though, all the time the two of you would talk about getting a pet, but you didn't want to buy one, it would just be too cruel.

☆ ellie woke up and walked into the kitchen, she almost jumped and scream as she thought the little cat was some kind of rat, but when she composed herself, she hugged and caressed him with tears in her eyes, such a drama queen.

ellie <3: who let the crusty ass cat in

you: ohhh did my babies already meet?

ellie <3: HES SO CUTE WHERE DID YOU FIND HIM

ellie <3: CANT WAIT FOR HIM TO DO ORANGE CAT SHIT

ellie <3: wait......... we're keeping him, right??????

ellie <3: what if we call him SLAY

☆ when you arrive at home at noon, the cat is already clean and ellie and him are lying on your bed. he's playing with ellie's hair and there's already a big knot on her head but she doesn't care at all.

"SLAAAAYYY STOP"

and you would burst out laughing at that stupid name she game him.

☆ the next morning ellie wakes up at 6 am with you too, she hates getting up early but she wants to take the cat to the vet and buy him toys, a bowl and even a cat harness to take him for a walk.

"only cool cats go out for a walk" she says.

☆ ellie's eyes are swollen as she's not used to wake up that early. you caress her cheeks with one of your hands.

"such a good mommy" you say, and immediately wakes her up and she's now in the best mood.

☆ she drives you to your job while the cat is in the back of the car. when she parks the car and you're about to get out, she gives you a little kiss on your lips and looks at the cat who's staring at you two.

"he's homophobic" ellie says.

ellie <3: slay is two months old and healthy affff 💪💪💪💪

ellie <3: look hes just like you 😹😹😹😹

you: did you take that photo with a calculator

ellie <3: girl shut up or buy me a phone

☆ ellie picks up from your job and takes the kitten with her too although it wasn't necessary.

"he didn't want to stay at home alone and i told him he could come with me but didn't have to be homophobic"

when you arrive home, the cat already has two new bowls, toys, the cat harness ellie talked about and she already bought him a cat tree tower that she saw on internet.

[froody]

please help my scruggly cat

Tommy, Tumblr micro-celebrity famous for featuring/being the muse for hit posts such as ‘father is…evil?’ and ‘my cat can tell when I’m sad and instinctively bites my toes’ and ‘frustrating each other is our love language’ needs a little financial support. Please consider donating to my ko-fi or buying something from my teespring store.

Tommy was diagnosed with diabetes earlier this year under dramatic circumstances that involved a week long intensive care vet stay. She has stomatitis (an inflammation of the gums and mucus membranes) that she was on steroids for and the steroids may have damaged her pancreas. Since her diagnosis we’ve had a hard time controlling her blood sugar. Her insulin dose goes up and up. The vet thinks she has a good chance of stabilizing, that diabetic cats can and do live long, healthy and happy lives. She’s only 5. Her 6th birthday is later this month. She’s fighting. She wants to live.

Each insulin vial costs $160. Her prescription cat food is $35 for a 4 pound bag. She’s also on gabapentin for her pain and neuropathy and she’ll probably need another course of antibiotics. She currently goes to the vet every two weeks and the cost of that varies immensely. Basically, she’s a much more expensive cat than she was before and the cost of living for me has risen as well. It’s not an immediate emergency but we need funds. I’m disabled, I have an autoimmune disease that attacks my colon, I have a hard time working outside of the home or even at all because my health fluctuates and my energy levels are low. I’m trying so desperately to get better but for now I’m living in my mom’s house and sponging off my loved ones and tapping into my meager savings.

I know what you’re thinking, the thing people always comment on donation posts about pets, “if you can’t afford to care for your cat, why do you still have your cat?” and as biting as that question is, I know it’s a valid one and I’ve thought about it myself. I still have her because I need her and she needs me. She’s like my soulmate animal. We met when I was 16 and she was about 4 weeks old. There was no way I could have known we’d both be struggling sick moneypits in 5 years. I’m trying to give her the best life I can and she’s trying to give me her best self. I’m her person. I’m home 24/7 so we’re so used to having each other. She brings me immense joy and I know she’s brought a lot of other people joy. If you’re one of those people, please consider giving a couple of dollars. If you can’t afford to, that’s fine. Thank you for reading anyway.

TL;DR: cat sick. I’m sick. please help.

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Wish list for CBS ghosts season 4

Make Patience a recurring antagonist for at least 2-3 episodes before that story gets resolved and she gets regulated to a background character.

Patience character to be 50% good religious farm girl, 50% crazy witch. She also needs to have a wicked(ly cool) ghost power

More of Isaac loving dinosaurs

More solo development for Isaac

More of Isaac and Hetty's awesome friendship

No Nigel for a while. I do not like him. He did a lot of things in his and Isaac's relationship that are textbook abusive partner behavior.

I think it is about time for Jay's restaurant to start up, and I would like that to actually become pretty successful/profitable. Mostly because I would like Sam and Jay to have a bit more disposable income to do things around the manor, and I know the B&B is unlikely to become super busy next season (unless the show is ending , which I really do not want).

The difference in treatment between the above ground ghosts and basement ghosts to be addressed. I know after season 3 that they aren't going to move them all up stairs. But it would be nice if Sam and Jay could like furbish the basement , and then more Basement ghosts than just Nancy got invited to come upstairs for games or discussion.

Just to be clear I still want Nancy to keep making her frequent visits up stairs and hang out with the man 8. I just also would not mind seeing Stuart or another nameless basement ghost standing or walking by in the background on the occasion.

Explore Pete's power more. He does not need to hop on a plane and go across the country or anything, but let him keep going out into town and having adventures. Also let him keep going on dates with other random ghosts outside of the house.

I know that Pete&Alberta will probably happen at some point in season 4. The thing is though while that ship was cute in season 1, the way the ship was handled in season 2 soured it like milk to me. Both characters need a lot of development, and separate explorations of what they want out of a relationship, before I can ship them again.

H-Money is still a couple I kinda like. I do not expect them to get back together in season 4 (Please not another season that is fully devoted to coupling up all the character), but I would like them to start scheming together again. Let them figure out how to interact together as friends, and build a stronger foundation to eventually, in season 5 maybe, try again.

I have heard people suggest that Pete's power could maybe be extend to getting the other ghosts through the barrier if they are like holding onto Pete's hand. I want this. Now I know Sass will want to visit a Pizza Hut, and Issac a dinosaur museum, but I would say the most important thing to do with that would be to take Thor and Flower over to the Farnsby manor to visit Bjorn and his girlfriend Judy. It would also be cool if there was a lesbian ghost living there they could set up Nancy with. Since Nisaac is on a "respite" and queer representation (preferably healthy queer representation) is important.

Everyone remember in season 2 when we learned about Flower's super protective, formally MIA, army vet brother : Rob. You remember how the show's staff said they would love to have Rob come to the B&B for a visit, and were already considering actors who could play him? I want this episode. Also if you cannot directly tell Rob his sister is a ghost on the property, then can Trevor or Alberta use their powers to help Flower send a message to Rob. To say that she still loves him. I cannot deal that both siblings spent like 50 years thinking the other hated them when neither did. It is to sad.

It would be cool if we could also have Ira visit once too. I know Flower did not love him like she did Michael or does Thor, but he was still someone who was a big part of her life for a while, and knowing her cannonly had a large impact on his. Maybe we find that while he has done charities in her memory, trauma over watching her be killed by a bear has also lead him to sponsor bear hunts or poaching. Flower is horrified. Then Sam and Jay have to spend his visit looking for a way to convince him that is not what Flower would have wanted.

Four standard episodes for each season are a Halloween episode, an episode where Bela visits, one where Stephanie wakes up, and one where Crash appears and is slightly relevant. I have no idea what to do for an episode with Crash, but for the others

-Ghost animals on Halloween

-Home theater night for ghosts and guests on the night Stephanie wakes up, complete with all the drama of set up and shenanigans that going to the movies encores.

- Bela is broken up with Eric, she does not even like him. This time her and Jay's parents come with her for the visit. Bela wants all the latest gossip surrounding the ghosts, but they have to tip toe around the parents. Jay's dad does not fully support the B&B even without the knowledge that it is haunted, and Sam does not want to give her mother in law another reason to suspect that she might be crazy.

Owning back to the "Can Pete take the other ghosts off the property" theory, can Thomas Woodstone be a ghost who died visiting a neighbors property. We have no reason to see Elias again since he has decided to stay put in Hell. But Thomas reappearing could be interesting for both Hetty and Alberta. If he does show up though I want the twist to be that he is actually severally cognitively impaired (think Lenny from oMaM)... I mean the man was from an inbred family, played with lead based toys as a baby, had a cocaine addict mom, and a father who was a lot of things. He could not have been all there. Also address more on if Earl ever actually cared for any of the people he was two timing (again development that needs to happen to make Alberta want to go from dating an Earl to a Pete).

A Sasappis based episode that is not his death story. I feel like he needs at least one more episode exploring what his life alive was like, to be appropriately gutted when we learn about his secret death.

Actually maybe we can hold off on Sass's death and Hetty's ghost power until season 5. let's keep the element of mystery in the show for a little longer.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 99 (Winterfest Eve with the Nesbitt-Gordons)

Winterfest Eve was always busy. School and businesses were still open, so despite mourning the loss of Boomer, Heather and Conrad went to work, Ash went to school, and Lavender spent the day at daycare.

Ash was excited about a school project Conrad had been helping him with. For Career Day, every student had to interview someone about their job, and Ash picked Conrad. "On the next career day, I'll do vets," he promised his mother in case she felt left out. "But everyone knows what vets do in Brindleton Bay, and the other kids think it's cool that Conrad fights crime."

Heather didn't feel left out. She was grateful her son loved and respected Conrad almost as much as she did. Conrad told Ash all the cool things about being a detective, leaving out the parts he knew weren't suited to a six-year-old's Career Day presentation.

Gord had started joining him at work again, which set his mind more at ease even as his search for Rafa remained fruitless. He trusted Gord's instincts, and if he was willing to leave the house, Ximena must not be close by. His partner, Zion Spangler, still hadn't found her, and George Brindleton was still in Sulani with his wife, so the case had all but ground to a halt with the coming holidays.

He didn't mind the slowdown, anxious as he was to solve the mystery of Rafa's disappearance. This was Lavender's first Winterfest; needless to say he had more important people on his mind.

"No hits from Rafa's old yearbooks from the few years he spent at San Myshuno High," reported one of his deputies. "No extracurriculars or indications who might've been someone he'd call a friend."

Conrad frowned. A potentially deluded part of him still hoped he could figure out who had Rafa - and where - before the end of winter, but every lead he chased to a dead end left him frustrated and exhausted. He was more than ready to put this chapter of his life behind him.

At the clinic, Heather ran into the always glamorous Bella Goth when she brought in her cat, Spatula, for an exam.

"How've you been, Mrs. Goth?"

"Just wonderful! Grimmie and I went on a date the other night and it was lovely!"

Heather smiled. "I'm happy for you! And how's your pet crow, Obsidian?"

Bella smiled, dancing a little to the music coming from the clinic speakers. She reminded Heather so much of her daughter, Cassandra. "Very healthy. I know you specialize in dogs and cats, but should Obsidian ever need a good vet, will I be able to bring her to Buttercup Pet Clinic?"

"Of course, Mrs. Goth! We're not a pawspital anymore - any pets in need are always welcome!"

Mrs. Goth smiled, leaving a generous tip in the spirit of Winterfest when Heather finished with her cat. Heather closed up shop after dark, returning home under heavy snowfall and bright streetlights.

When she walked in the door, she was greeted by Gord and the cats, but she was drawn to the sound of voices upstairs, where Conrad and Ash had started decorating the tree without her. "I tried to bribe him to wait but he said he wanted to surprise you."

"I thought you might be tired, mommy."

She smiled warmly. "I don't mind that you started without me, but try not to finish yet. Just give me one second - I have a surprise!"

She raced down the stairs and pulled out four gift-wrapped boxes from beneath a pile of blankets in her wardrobe, each one labelled with their names. Conrad. Heather. Ash. Lavender. Their family.

Returning upstairs, the only place they could fit their tree, Ash squealed with excitement when he saw the presents. "Can we open them now?"

"Of course! You're going to want to wear them, I'm sure."

Conrad glanced at her with a smirk. "You ordered them, didn't you."

Heather's straight face bloomed into a smile. "Happy Winterfest Eve!"

She laughed as they opened their matching holiday pajamas. The burgundy knit sets by @vixonspixels were perfect for cold, snowy winter nights in Brindleton Bay, and they posed for a few photos they could send to family.

"Do you think we should have gotten the kids' haircuts before the holidays?" Heather moaned, playfully ruffling Ash's wispy mane.

"For some family photos?" Conrad scoffed. "The hair isn't going to be what makes them turn out great. It's the pajamas, obviously."

(I love them and they have 3 different swatches - I used them all just to show them off and I thought it'd be cute since they still look like a match. And they have infant sizes which was harder to find and what really sold me!)

Gord still needed a walk after they'd finished decorating the tree, so Heather left Conrad in charge of the kids while she took the dog for a brisk walk down to the frozen creek.

Conrad cuddled Lavender while Ash finished his letter to Father Clement downstairs. His blue-eyed baby girl was just as perfect as her mother and looked up at him with devotion; it seemed strange to think he'd ever been afraid to be a father.

He put her to bed, reciting the story of The Giving Tree, just as he had for her elder brother when he was her age. As she drifted to sleep, he kissed her forehead and pulled a small box from his pocket.

Ash raced up the stairs excitedly - he'd clearly stolen one or two of the cookies meant for Father Clement - but it wasn't just a sugar high that had him jumping off the walls tonight. "Mommy and Gord are coming back! I saw through the window. Do you have it?"

Conrad grinned, crouching down to show him what he'd pulled from his pocket. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"I think she'll love it, not like it!" Ash dropped his voice to a whisper as they heard Heather's key turn in the door downstairs. "She'll be so surprised!"

Ash's Career Day presentation wasn't the only project these two had been working on. ->

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NOTE: River was in on it, too! He gave Conrad the number for a jeweler in the episode when he drove out to Brindleton Bay to check Conrad's stress level.

WCIF Portrait Poses? 1st is Infant Insanity by @rebouks. Looks stunning and perfect as you can see. This particular pose has room for two todds in front of Heather but we don't have any, and the pose doesn't even look like anything is missing. I love it!

2nd pose is two-in-one and still needs one more kid to look perfect. I clipped Lavender over Conrad's feet so this one's on me, not the poses, but it's also not the official portrait that ended up in a frame on the wall because Lavender isn't crawling yet, either. It's from the Ultimate Family Portrait Posepack by @simmireen, which is an amazing set!

[remyfire]

I cannot express how much I hate needing to do this. But my finances are down to the absolute wire and I need help one more time to pay not just for Peach's care, but for some of my personal expenses as well.

Peach is my wonderful, beautiful, perfect, sassy, cuddly, loving cat. She's 12 years old, and a few months ago we found out that she is diabetic. I love her so, so much and I will do anything I can to keep her healthy and give her a wonderful life as she enters her senior years, but unfortunately the costs of caring for a diabetic cat are more than I can afford right now.

The good news? I've landed a job! I'm so excited to start this week! But until my first paycheck comes through, the transcription work I do on a contract basis has been increasingly hard to come by and what little I have received can't cover all of my present expenses. Peach needs a vet visit, syringes to inject her insulin, and her vet-prescribed food, and I need help to pay for my commute to work, and I am completely out of options.

So here's what we're looking at. Peach's syringes and food are the above $168. I have also had to purchase a third glucometer for her—yes, you heard that right—for a total of $40. Because my credit card is so close to being maxed out, I can't even schedule a vet visit to apply it until I have the funds, and that's going to be somewhere between $50 and $100 to apply the sensor and do some additional bloodwork.

Then we come to me. I am going to be commuting to my new job via train and the most affordable way for me to do so will be to purchase an unlimited ride pass for the month of October, costing $75. And on top of this, I have my upcoming October health insurance bill that totals around $150.

This all adds up to be between $483 and $533, depending on what bloodwork they will need to do during Peach's vet visit. Factoring in the fee that Ko-fi and PayPal take from donations, I am in need of around $575 at the most.

This is an overwhelming amount of money to ask for. I know that and I feel like shit for doing so. But I am so close to reaching financial stability. I just need a little more help and then I'll be back on my feet for good.

Any reblogs are appreciated! I'm so grateful for any donation, no matter how small. And as always, please don't feel pressured in any way to donate—take care of you and yours first.

[ghiradellidarkchocolatebrownies]

STORYTIME: DO NOT FEED YOUR CLOWNS THIS!!

I volunteer a few days a week at a clown shelter. Earlier this month, a Teacup-Birthday mix named Kiki was adopted by a (seemingly) very nice middle aged couple, and we were very happy to send yet another clown to a good home. But disaster struck this afternoon when the couple returned to the shelter, wanting to surrender Kiki back to us. Their reason? She was not performing any tricks and had been biting them nonstop for weeks now. I was of course very shocked and confused by this. Kiki was one of the most playful and least temperamental clowns I had ever cared for.

I asked them if she had the proper environment, if they had changed her costume or markings in any way, if they were feeding her the proper diet. They said that they were doing everything right, and were following the care instructions we had given them. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt, but their story just wasn't adding up. And they were shifting nervously, and talking quietly to each other when they thought I wasn't looking. I told them to wait while I took Kiki for a checkup. As I took her to the vet's office, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to lack any energy at all. When I tried to tickle her stomach (something that she normally loves), she snapped at me (Luckily, I jerked my hand away before she could bite).

When the vet examined Kiki, it was revealed that she was suffering from malnourishment and a button infection. I went back out to talk to the owners, and they continued to deny any mistreatment. After some more questioning and prying, they finally broke down and admitted what they had been doing.

They had been feeding Kiki a mix of mice and small bones (no problem there). But for her candy intake, they had been feeding her SUGAR-FREE candy. My heart sank as soon as I heard those words. No wonder Kiki had been so sick.

Every clown owner should know that (in general) Clowns need a healthy mixture of raw meat and sugar in their diets. Feeding them sugar-free stuff can be very bad for them and cause a LOT of problems.

For one, they will not be getting their much needed sugar intake. A sugar deficiency will lower their mood, make them more easily agitated, make them sick, and can even be deadly for some clown breeds (such as Birthday and Circus). As Kiki is a Birthday clown, she might not have survived another week without sugar.

Another thing to keep in mind about sugar-free products is that they often have artificial sweeteners in them. These sweeteners are not ideal for clowns, as most clown breeds have sensitivities or allergies to them. Simply put, most clowns' digestive systems are not properly built to process sugar-free foods. Feeding your clown artificial sweeteners over time can even weaken their immune system (This is likely what contributed to Kiki's infection).

The owners claimed that they had no idea that sugar-free candy was bad for clowns (very unlikely since the care instructions specifically list sugar-free foods under the "DO NOT" section). My boss suggested to them that we take care of Kiki for a few days, but they told us they weren't coming back. As soon as they left, we informed other local shelters about them and even posted on internet forums about it, as they may go somewhere else and find a different clown to mistreat. They clearly only see clowns as entertainment and nothing else.

We gave Kiki some cotton candy, and she's already starting to return to her old self. Unfortunately, though, this means that she's back in the system. There's no telling how long until she's adopted again.

Before anyone asks, we make sure to look into anyone who's interested in adopting one of our clowns. We run background checks, call character witnesses, make sure they have the proper environment for a clown and have the money to support one, etc. Overall, the process takes about a month or so. Sometimes it can take even longer if we have a waiting list. It is extremely rare that a clown adoption goes wrong. In fact, this is the first time it's happened in the year I've been volunteering here.

TL;DR

Don't feed clowns sugar-free foods! It can make them very sick and cause a lot of complications.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I tell my aunt to stop feeding my cat?

A cat showed up and moved into my house last year, and I have been caring for her since then. And I have been taking this very seriously, I spayed, vaccinated, click trained, brushed daily, we play 3 times every day, and then she eats, I gathered money to buy good cat food (not the best but not the cheapest either) and I even took veterinary lessons to be sure that I was doing the right thing.

And it's worked, you wouldn't believe that she is the same kitten that got here last year, she's fatter and her hair is shiny and soft, not to brag, but she went from daily diarrhea to the most perfect poop ever.

The thing is that my family makes fun of how compromised I am with the cat, they say that I am tooooo serious about it, that I should let my cat go outside, eat trash, eat human food, hunt bugs and rats, or whatever. They say "It's a cat! It has 7 lives! Just let her live them all"!

Then my aunt moved in with us this year because she had a stroke and now the left side of her body is paralyzed, so we are taking care of her. My aunt tried to be friends with my cat, but she was shy and would run away, so I gave my aunt a bottle of cat food and told her to shake and give A BIT to my cat, and, eventually, she would trust her.

Just as I said happened, they became friends and I'm happy about it. My aunt is alone most of the time and my cat's visits make her day.

But today I just discovered that my aunt was giving her food equivalent of two or three meals. And that explains why my cat was acting weird, like… she doesn't want clicker training anymore, she seems indifferent when I feed her, and her bathroom habits change. I was almost calling the vet about this all. My cat is still healthy (for now) but before she was an exemplary cat.

If I said to my aunt that she had to stop feeding her, she would be sad and take it personally or she would ignore it and think that it was not serious just like the rest of my family.

I know that sounds ridiculous, like "Hey my cat's bathroom time changes!", but it's also a money problem, like… I measured her food, and I bought bags that should last some months, they cannot go to waste or I have to get money from nowhere to buy more. Also, can you imagine how expensive would be if she got sick?

But also, I think that is more profound than just to feed or not to feed the cat. My aunt's stroke didn't come from anywhere, my family's genetics are rich in those things (strokes, diabetes, high pressure). I have a handful of relatives who died of strokes and heart attacks. We tend towards obesity and its related diseases and even so, my family believes that food is love. Not even a good homemade Saturday banquet, but really disgusting junk food. They act like the fact that I measure and schedule my cat meals is a crime and an insult to them.

So I don't know, I feel like… if I bring concern about my cat's health, am I saying something about her own health? Am I blaming her for her situation?

What are these acronyms?

[catsofcalifornia]

Cinnamon and Lady Catherine from Feral Cat Foundation in Alamo, California

Click here for more information about adoption and other ways to help!

Click here for a link to Feral Cat Foundation's main website.

Cinnamon and Lady Catherine are a bonded pair of fluffy 7-year-old cats. (Might be siblings; we are not sure.) Theirs is a bit of a hard-luck story, and they have some special needs. They’re looking for that special home to help them blossom, so if you think that might be yours, read on!

Six years ago, the two fluffballs were trapped in a retail parking lot as part of a feral cat fixing program. Both seemed pretty feral at first, but with one needing extra medical care and both being so doggone cute, their rescuer just couldn't bear to return them to the parking lot. She kept them at her home and worked with them, seeing substantial progress over time.

Cinnamon is a cute-as-can-be orange male cat. When he first came to us, his tail was dragging on the ground. It was found to have permanent nerve damage and had to be amputated. He didn’t seem to miss it, and has just a cute little nub on his backside now. Cinnamon has developed a sweet, demure and laid-back personality. He has such a lovable begging face when he wants pets, purrs very loudly and looks so serene when he receives them!

After some time in foster care, Cinnamon was noticed straining to urinate and was found to have bladder stones. He had surgery to remove them, and thereafter was placed on a prescription diet formulated to keep the bladder crystals from recurring and forming into stones. Right now he’s primarily eating Hills S/O dry food. (Increasing the amount of wet food would probably be even better if you can.) At any rate, he’s been maintaining on the diet for several years now, and the bladder issue has not recurred. To check up on him, we had an ultrasound done very recently, and the vet found no signs of additional stones forming. So, it’s a good indication that the diet is working as planned and keeping him healthy. The food is easy to obtain, and while it is a little more expensive than regular cat food, it’s not outrageous.

Lady Catherine is a drop-dead gorgeous calico female and Cinnamon’s best buddy. She is shyer than Cinnamon, and would require a good dose of patience as she settles into a new location. Once she gets to know someone, she can be quite friendly, rubbing coquettishly on the cat tree and hoping for a visit. She does blow a bit hot and cold and sometimes just isn’t in the mood at all. We are sure that with more personalized attention, she would continue to blossom further and really get the chance to live her best life.

For convenience since they are roommates, Lady Catherine has been eating the same food as Cinnamon (it doesn’t hurt for her to eat it, even though she doesn’t require it).

What is so much fun about these two, is watching them interact together. They spend most of their time sitting and cuddling together, or sort of weaving around each other with purrs and nuzzles. It is really sweet to see how much they love each other!

A couple years ago, this pair actually did get adopted. Their new dad adored them but tragically, he passed away unexpectedly, and the family called the rescue to come repossess the cats. They had been blissfully happy in the home, and they do not understand why they had to come back to foster care. From this experience, we know Cinnamon and Catherine would need a quiet home with patient person(s) willing to take it slow. It would probably go best to keep them in one room of the house for a month or possibly a couple months until they acclimate. They would not be a good fit for a home with kids or dogs; they have gotten very accustomed to quiet adults. They do get along great with other cats, but of course there is the food requirement so if there are other cats eating other food in the home, you’d need a method to separate Cinnamon for feeding (which certainly is not impossible and we can talk about strategies for this, if that’s your situation).

Both kitties are about 7 years old at this time. I know most people will think this is too old for a new cat… keep in mind however that with proper care, indoor kitties typically live 15-20 years. Cinnamon and Lady Catherine have a whole “ACT TWO” ahead of them! They are special kitties, and so very deserving of that second chance to live their best life. They have been fixed, brought up to date on vaccinations, and tested FIV/FELV negative. They have always done a great job of using the litterbox! There is an adoption donation to the Feral Cat Foundation (an all-volunteer organization, which helped get them out of a bad situation and provided all of their medical care) to help us continue our work with homeless cats. If you would like to meet this fluffy pair or have any questions, please reach out by phone or email!

[sidetongue]

Miller is dying. 2 days ago she refused to eat her breakfast, so I took her to work with me to monitor. Within 2hrs her mucous membranes were yellow, she was vomiting up blood clots, and had black diarrhoea. She has been hospitalised at the vet clinic since. She has Leptospirosis, something we have only seen once before at our hospital. Her kidneys and liver are failing, she has free fluid in her abdomen, and she is refusing to eat. Leptospirosis is zoonotic and contagious so there is a chance the others have also been infected. I am starting them all on antibiotics today just in case.

I work at the vet clinic where she is hospitalised so am apart of every decision made, she is in the best hands possible, but things aren’t looking great. I can’t even begin to touch on how terrified I am, and how much I love her, but I would appreciate all of your thoughts and prayers and good vibes. There are still heaps of photos queued and I’m not able to look at them to pause them.. because so many show Miller happy and healthy.

I am broken.

[vaspider]

Hello friends!

Mila had her most recent vet appointment this past week, which was just bloodwork, and I have incredible news:

Her bloodwork right now looks like the bloodwork of a completely healthy dog. Not only are there not presently any "free-floating cancer cells" in her blood, as there was before her first vet appointment, but her CBC (Complete Blood Count) looks like that of a healthy dog.

For now, anyway. We know it's temporary, but she looks really, really good right now.

Her left eye, which was sunken in because she had a lymph node pressing on the nerve, looks almost entirely normal. We can't actually feel the lymph nodes in her neck at all. She's started dancing for her dinner again.

We've had to institute First Dinner and Second Dinner, and she also has breakfast AND lunch right now, because she's just hungry ALL THE TIME. This is a factor of the steroids, of course, but we indulge her because she needs to put some weight back on, and she's doing just that -- in the past two weeks, she's put on a pound and a half, which pushes her back above 60 lbs. Luckily, she's been able to go back to her regular food rather than the extremely expensive soft food, but she also gets fresh veggies, the occasional half of a dried fig (which she loves because they are so chewy and sweet, but which she can't have very much of because they are so very sugary), and ham, because it's the cheapest lunch meat and our dog doesn't have to keep kosher -- she just has to eat more protein and get more pounds back on. HaShem wants me to take care of my dog. :P

Her fur is shiny again, we can barely feel her ribs when petting her -- like, we can feel her ribs in a normal, 'there are bones under there somewhere' fashion, not in a 'oh no, she's lost so much weight' way. She's been play-bowing at Cap again, and seeking out me, and Cat, and Evie for love, and not just Emet.

We know this is just temporary. We know we'll be lucky to still have her around come 2024. But for right now, we can enjoy the beautiful fall weather with a happy girl who was very content to sit out on the porch last night, watching the neighborhood with Emet and me while I pitted plums to make more jam from the wild abundance of our neighbor's plum tree.

We have enough on hand right now for one more treatment, which will happen October 3rd, and final expenses. (I keep making sure we have enough to cover her final expenses so that she doesn't have to suffer because we can't afford to make her suffering stop.) I'll shake the virtual can again when we need it -- right now I just want you to see what your help has given us.

Today it's 72 degrees and sunny, and Mila has spent most of her day snoozing on Emet's lap in the basement.

What more can you ask of life than that?

We would not have had this day without you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

[paikothecateater]

could we get a fic like that? with a sleeping norway and Iceland being protective? 🤍❄️

Of course! Mini fic time!

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Iceland didn't look it at first glance, but he'd always been super great at maintaining his physical health. He took healthy daily habits very seriously and had a strict routine that helped him keep in pretty good shape.

Which is why he always cast progressively more concerned looks at Norway the more coffee he drank. It didn't exactly help that Norway always insisted that he, Iceland, prepare said coffee. All Iceland can do is advise his brother against the exceedingly more harmful caffeine dosage he insists on upping.

His advice is often met with a scoff.

"quit telling me what to do, Ice. I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge."

Despite having a very strong character, Iceland was also a fan of picking his battles wisely, and this is not a battle he wants to fight.

"so, wait, where are you going again?" asked Norway over another cup of the cursed black liquid Iceland had come to loathe.

"I told you, I have to go pick up Hanatamago from the vet." sighed Iceland for the fifth time now.

"remind me why Finland can't go himself?" Norway asked, unknowingly repeating his question for the fifth time.

"again, let me run you through this one last time. Finland has Sealand and Ladonia at the park so Sweden is free to go argue with Denmark over which tree we'll have in our living room for Christmas." explained Iceland.

"sounds boring." said Norway, taking another sip.

"please try to get some sleep while I'm out. You'll have the entire house to yourself, no one will bother you." implored Iceland.

"please try to learn how to mind your own business while you're out." mimicked Norway cruelly.

Iceland goes a little red before turning around and walking out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.

Norway knew he was not only being incredibly mean but also unfair. Iceland had every right to be worried for him. Norway deduced that the reason he was being so blatantly mean was because he really didn't want to admit that Iceland was correct.

He puts his still half full mug down on the coffee table and lays there across the sofa.

"what a waste of good coffee..." he thought as he stared up at the ceiling.

He tried to tell himself that he abandoned the coffee because he'd had enough, but he knew the real reason was that he felt guilty for being a jerk and didn't feel right drinking the coffee Iceland kept advising him against.

Even though he knew it would probably give him a horrible headache, he laid down on his side and attempted to fall asleep.

It surely wouldn't be that difficult to fall asleep, he hadn't slept in three days, surely, he'd be able to sleep without any tossing or turning.

Surely.

Well, as it would turn out, somniphobia doesn't just go away when one is tired. Even if Norway managed to sleep, he was always woken up by his own panic. He'd jolt upwards frantically, his heart beating out of his chest. He tried to pin it all on the coffee, but he knew that wasn't the only factor.

No matter which position he took, which breathing technique he used, the end result was always the same. Norway was just about ready to quit and just drink the now tepid coffee.

Thankfully, after a few more failed attempts, he finally heard the sound of keys at the front door.

Iceland gently kicked the door open, his arms too full of Hanatamago to properly open it.

He gently lays the ball of fluff into her little bed and turns to Norway. Norway could see the simmering anger from their earlier disagreement.

He did not care. He was just glad he wasn't alone anymore.

"Iceland... You have to help me." he was almost startled at how pathetic he sounded.

But it did the the trick. Iceland's expression almost instantly turned to sympathy. Norway was then again reminded that although overbearing at times, all of Iceland's nagging really did come from a place of care and love.

Iceland would walk over to him and put his cheek against his forehead to check for a high temperature. A horribly inaccurate way to do so as Denmark had told them time and time again, but Norway was not about to complain.

Iceland pulls back and stares at him for a little bit.

"Bug, what happened? You look worse than usual."

Norway could try to be mad at that comment, but not only was it accurate, the nickname really took out any possibility of being mad.

"I tried to get some sleep like you said." he said hoarsely. "it didn't work out too well."

"I can see that, you look like you lost a fight with an angry racoon." teased Iceland softly.

Norway intended to come up with something really witty to comeback at Iceland, but he had a hard time deciding on something not too mean but still mean enough to get his point across.

It didn't matter anyway because the second he opened his mouth, he just started crying.

Iceland immediately got up and sat right next to him on the sofa, pulling him into his arms and shushing him.

Norway, always having been embarrassed by expressing emotions, tried and failed to explain himself, but all that came out was pathetic word vomit.

"shh... Bug, I don't understand what you're saying and I highly doubt you understand it, nothing is that important right now." Iceland whispered while soothingly rubbing Norway's head.

Although he was still embarrassed, Norway figured he could really sink no lower. He just pressed his face into Iceland's chest to hide himself, not really caring that he was probably getting Iceland's shirt wet.

He felt like such a mess. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't Iceland be the one in his arms? He felt like a failure of an older brother, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful that Iceland was so caring and patient.

Then he realised just how tired he actually was. The lack of sleep paired with the crying just took it's toll on him and he heard himself go silent.

Iceland continued to make soothing shushing noises and rub his back and occasionally lay kisses on his forehead.

Norway didn't stand a chance at staying up any longer, and finally feeling safe enough to fall asleep, he drifted off in his younger brother's arms.

Iceland could have just had Norway sleep that way, but ever the perfectionist, he insisted on putting him in a comfortable position. And so, Norway ended up cuddled up under a blanket with his head laid comfortably in Iceland's lap.

When the front door opened again, Sweden and Denmark's argument came to a very instant close when they saw the murderous look on the youngest Nordic's face. They quickly shot each other an angry glare before quietly shuffling into the house.

Finland and the little ones would arrive soon, but they had thankfully been warned that Iceland was willing to boil anyone who made a sound. Ladonia made a gesture that suggested he was tempted to make a loud noise, but the look on Iceland's face quickly made him retreat.

When Norway awoke, it was already 2:00 am. Everyone else had gone to sleep, including Iceland who had fallen asleep in place in a position that made Norway's own neck hurt. He could've sworn Iceland looked much older earlier. Now he looked younger than he ever had in Norway's opinion.

Norway picked up his younger brother and carried him to his bedroom.

He decided that although it was still technically the middle of the night, he'd gotten enough sleep and headed back downstairs for some reading. Hanatamago sat up in her bed looking as disorientated as he felt.

He laughed and scooped her up.

"you and me both, Hana, you and me both." he sighed, gently rubbing her head.

When Iceland finally awoke, he got to experience one of the worst neck pains of his entire life. He sat there for about five minutes attempting to rub the stiffness out.

He finally manages to get out of bed only to realise that on top of horrible neck pain, Iceland had what would be henceforth dubbed a 'Norway headache™' caused by the lack of a sleep schedule or the presence of a messy one. Iceland didn't know it was possible to feel this much pain, but know he understood why Norway was such a jerk when he was tired.

Iceland lazily made his way to the bathroom where he would wash away all the evidence of the very messy sleep he had gotten.

Then, still half awake, he made his way down to the kitchen.

"coffee? Again? After what happened yesterday, Norway?" he asked incredulously.

"tea." answered Norway. "I think I should lay off on the coffee for a few days... Or weeks."

"mm..." hummed Iceland.

"I slept well last night. Thought you should know." said Norway vaguely.

"yeah well, you sure snored like it." teased Iceland.

Norway shot him a look, then pulled out the chair next to him, patting it twice in a silent invitation.

Iceland sat by Norway who's arm immediately wrapped around him.

"I thought I'd give tea a shot. Terribly bitter." Norway complained.

"let me try." said Iceland, taking a small sip.

"Bug... Did you happen to not add sugar or honey or anything?" asked Iceland.

"didn't think to do that." Norway replied as though it made any sense.

Iceland reached for the honey jar and spooned some into Norway's cup, stirring it well.

"try it now."

"hm... Much better."

Iceland sighed. "Bug, you're so helpless."

"now is that any way to talk to your big brother?"

"oh, I see, so we've started acting normal again. That's my cue to leave." said Iceland, getting up from his seat.

"wait."

"hm?"

"thank you, Iceland. I don't tell you this enough, but I'm very lucky to have you." said Norway genuinely.

"not so bad yourself, bug. Fix that sleep schedule." said Iceland with a hint of a smile before walking off to his room.

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Man, that got a little angsty at some point. Sorry this fic is short and probably not all that good. I just wanted to have a fic done early for once. I hope it was worth reading! Thank you!

[abbysbasement]

ABBY ‘WAR MACHINE’ ANDERSON

—short thoughts

• A honey girl, always keeps a summer tan, usually from working out on the quad all day. Practically glowing all of the time and the girls are insane about it.

• Sorry, the braid is dead. Only ever really wears it on the rugby field, and when she’s walking around campus, her hair is usually down, or up in a bun and held back with a sweatband. Whatever mental image you’re conjuring in your mind, it’s correct. Even that one.

• Her father is the country’s premier neurosurgeon, and he’s donated a lot of money to Jackson University. A library there, a faculty building there, even refurbishing the rugby field for the season. He practically gives a blank check each year, and because of this, consequences don’t really exist for Abs and she gets away with any and everything. The reason why she has an air fryer in her dorm and the RAs pretend like they don’t see it.

• Proud community strap. Was notorious freshman year for having a rotating cycle of girlfriends and side pieces. ‘Those are not healthy coping mechanisms, Abby.’ Her therapist says, but is there really any better way to ease your mind that slipping deep into a warm body, tight and soft and wet? No, probably not.

• Has the prettiest smile, smiles with her eyes, always so charming with plump, kissable lips. Has perfect teeth, never missed a dentist appointment and gets check ups religiously. Had braces in the 10th grade and when she had her first kiss with a girl she cut her lip and it bled all down her mouth. She probably fainted idk.

• Girl himbo (I know what I said.) butch himbo? Butchbo? Actually super smart and well read, majoring in animal science to become a vet tech. Spends a lot of her time in the school library, when she’s not on the field, or at a party, or in a stranger’s bed. Or in her own bed, nursing a hangover, whatever’s more common.

• Still roommates with Manny since freshman year. Originally she got set up with Leah, who then of course wanted to room with her boyfriend, who was conveniently dorming with Manny. A little form-filling here, some schmoozing there, a little ‘my dad owns this school’ over yonder and it was a match made in heaven. Nobody has a deeper, more intimate connection than a butch lesbian and her boy best friend.

• Terribly afraid of needles. She can’t pinpoint specifically what she has against them but they inspire the same nausea in her that heights do, so when she can she steers clear of them. In a turn of drunken, reckless events, Manny convinced her to get her ears pierced, because pretty girls love stud earrings, obviously. By the time the piercer did one ear, Manny had to carry her out of the parlor because she had COMPLETELY passed out.

• Between classes and practice, she forgot to clean her piercing and her ear got infected. She had two large-scale mental breakdowns; the first when she woke up leaking and burning from her ear, which had already sucked the metal halfway into the flesh, and the second, when her dumbass roommate said, “it’s okay, man. I have pliers, I can pull it out for you and then you’re good as new.” She almost threw up.

• The great piercing debacle of ‘21 ended in her calling up her dad, bawling, because she didn’t know what to do, Manny sitting on the couch listening to her freak the fuck out in the bathroom. “This is what happens when you put foreign objects into your body, Abs.” He chided, as *another* needle was plunged into her skin —local anesthetic— before he sliced open her earlobe with a scalpel.

• The proud driver of a cherry-red enclosed Jeep Wrangler, fully paid off by her dad as a highschool graduation gift, an upgrade from the white Audi she got as a 16th birthday present. She gets it rewrapped every six months —the ice blue was real popular with the ROTC girls, the olive green got the environmental club girls out of their panties, the red and black is a pretty good catch-all— (school colours, by the way!)

• Gets her car detailed once every two weeks, the back seat has those mud mats laid down. they’re not for mud.

• Retired horse girl, ALMOST got a pony for her fourteenth birthday! Then, shit happened… and she didn’t get the pony for her fourteenth birthday.

• Loves revenge and power plays, actually! It’s her specialty at this point😚 Got into some medium-tier beef with some dickhead on campus, and somehow his mouth got ahead of him and ended with her being branded as the town’s bulldyke. Interestingly enough, the day didn’t end in Anderson-typical violence. Instead, as one does, she trailed him home one day, borrowing Nora’s black sedan for recon. Just for field research, obviously!

• In the interest of honesty, Abs was definitely planning on stealing the wheels off of his car, or putting bleach in his gas tank, —sugar is a myth, just so you know— until she saw the most beautiful creature strolling out of the house and into a white SUV. Then, her plan changed for absolute scorched-earth total destruction, to an excruciating slow-burn.

• The next week, while shopping at the grocery store which she totally didn’t drive 30 minutes out of her way to go to, she had her first meet cute, coincidentally, with a gorgeous 40-something that just so happened to be some asshole’s mom.

• Before she knew it, she was fucking her on every surface in her house, —artfully furnished, great feng-shui— the kitchen, the bathroom, her marital bed, the couch, essentially the full tour, until they got to her son’s bedroom. Kept a mental note, and when she excused herself to the bathroom she probably erased all of the little shit’s PlayStation saves, too.

• When you start fucking a guy’s mom, it changes you. Your wardrobe especially. Including an arsenal of completely coincidental, just for fun slogan tees, with hits like “I ❤️ HOT MOMS!” “PROMOTED TO DADDY” and a personal favourite, “MAN, I LOVE FISHING!”

* And of course, she comes back to campus fresh off of a 3 hour stint of eating out a woman twice her age, to greet her new best friend with a smile and a, “Hey, your mom makes a good apple fritter! Dessert was fuckin’ greaaat, too! Practically finger lickin’ :)”

* CEO of revenge, comedically evil.

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[blossoming-mind-palace]

I just realised that if Mei likes cats, what would happen if Cheongmyeong turned into a cat? Or what if she didn't know and just thought he was in isolation training or something, and she adopts the random cat!

I actually wrote and drew something for this-

“Oh! Hello there, I haven't seen you before,” Chung Mei cautiously greets the mysterious new feline that's suddenly appeared on the sect grounds. She keeps track of all of the cats in the area and takes care of them, so she's 100% certain this one is new. Chung Mei squats and sticks her hand out for him to sniff her.

Instead of hissing or sniffing, the black cat just stares at her for a second and then meows really loudly. This is odd behavior for a cat that's meeting someone new, and it’s doing this because he isn't actually a cat or meeting someone new. He's Chung Myung, and he's somehow magically turned into a cat. He keeps meowing in an attempt to talk to Chung Mei. “Oh, you're a talkative one! Can I pet you, sweetie?” She asks before reaching out to pet the area between his ears. He lets her pet him without hesitation, and Chung Mei finds it weird how a cat she just met is being so familiar with her. Chung Myung is surprised by how nice her petting feels and lets her continue.

“Do you have an owner?” “Mrrow!” “Ah, I see,” Chung Mei doesn't actually understand what he said, but acts like she does. ‘Does she always try to converse with her cats like this?’ Chung Myung asks himself. He can't tell if she's doing it due to loneliness thanks to Chung Myung's absence or if she's lost her mind. It may even be a mix of both. The black cat nudges his head into the palm of her hand, and she scratches behind his ear. Chung Myung keeps attempting to talk to her, but all that comes out of his tiny mouth are a handful of meows. 

“I'm sorry, sweetie. I don't know what you want. Can I pick you up and take a look at you?” She asks politely as if he could verbally answer. She gently picks him up from under his arms, and he does nothing to stop her. This adds to her assumption that this cat is very familiar with humans and isn't afraid of them. 

Chung Mei holds him above her head so she can examine his stomach and chest for any wounds, ticks, or anomalies. “Everything looks healthy, and you're so calm! What a good boy!” She praises him while holding him like a baby. Normally, cats would freak out if a random stranger held them like this, but this is Chung Myung, who loves to get spoiled by her. She decides he deserves some more praise, so Chung Mei scratches under his chin, and he purrs loudly. ‘Yes, praise me more!’ Chung Myung thinks and shamelessly indulges in the attention he's getting. He should be finding a way to turn back into a human, but being pampered for a little longer wouldn't hurt, right?

“One more thing… you have chubby tomcat cheeks, so if my assumptions are right…” Chung Mei trails off before holding him up again and lifting his fluffy tail slightly. She gets a look before he starts trying to wriggle out of her grasp. “Sorry, sorry! I'll put you down now,” she tries to calm him down with her soft tone and gently places him back in his feet.

“Ah, that's a problem, though. We have enough cats as it is. I'll have to take you to the med-” she starts thinking out loud, but stops when she notices his eyes grow wide and his fur begins to puff up as if he understood what she was saying. “Ohhh, what a big fluffy tail! Very scary!” Her baby voice contradicts her last statement. She's not scared at all; in fact, all she wants to do right now is touch his tail. She knows he's not in the mood for that, so she holds herself back.

“Don't worry, we can wait on all of that,” his body language starts to relax when he hears he won't be taking a trip to Mount Hua's makeshift vet anytime soon. Chung Mei holds out her hand to see if he's okay with her touching him again. He presses his head against her hand, so she starts pampering him with more scratches and affectionate coos.

She pulls away for a second and undoes the ribbon that once held her hair together. Chung Myung watches as her long hair falls, and she inches closer to him. Chung Mei wraps the pink ribbon around his neck and ties it into a lovely bow. “Wow, what a handsome man!” She smiles, and the tip of the cat's tail moves from side to side. It shows her that he's pleased with her praises. Meanwhile, Chung Myung enjoys getting his ego boosted and relishes in Chung Mei's compliments.

He turns and confidently shows off his new look as if he's giving her a private fashion show, and Chung Mei softly claps at him. “What's going on over here?” Baek Cheon asks while walking up to her and her new friend. Her senior brother and sister are both here to check things out, so Chung Mei decides to show them her new friend. She picks him up and holds him like a baby again, and he starts purring. “Look, I found a new one!” Chung Mei excitedly shows them the long-haired feline and smiles from ear to ear.

“Your ability to befriend any animal you come across amazes me,” Yu Iseol comments in her usual monotone voice. Chung Mei likes showing and introducing her to any new animal they come across, so this is nothing new. “He's really friendly! Hold your hand out, sago,” Chung Mei gets closer to her senior sister, and Yu Iseol slowly brings her fingers up to the cat's face. He sniffs her but doesn't have much of a reaction towards her. Yu Iseol pets between his ears and he purrs, but it's not as loud as when Chung Mei gives him attention.

“Can I try?” Baek Cheon asks when Yu Iseol pulls away. Chung Mei nods, and he proceeds to lift his hand. The cat doesn't sniff him, so he tries petting him. A paw swats at Baek Cheon's hand when he starts scratching the cat, so Chung Mei pulls the feline away. “Ah, you must've petted him the wrong way.”

“But I did the same thing-” Baek Cheon is cut off by a subtle growl. ‘She's right, and I don't want you to pet me! I want Chung Mei to pet me again!’ Chung Myung thinks while glaring at Baek Cheon with slitted pupils.

“... Did he just growl at me?”

“Naughty!” Chung Mei's words once again contradict with her tone. Her words reprimand him, but she's still using the baby voice she uses with most animals. The cat's ears flatten after hearing this, and he looks up at her with disdain. “You can't growl and swat at people. It's bad manners, little guy,” she continues, but Chung Myung couldn't give less of a shit.

“He has quite the temper when compared to your other cats,” Baek Cheon sighs while keeping eye contact with him. The cat is still staring him down like a hawk. “Maybe he just doesn't like men, and that's why Yu Iseol and I can touch him,” Chung Mei guesses and starts rubbing the cat's cheeks. Chung Myung closes his eyes and starts purring again. “Maybe. Well, good luck with your new friend,” Baek Cheon says before turning and walking off. Yu Iseol gives the cat one more scratch before following him.

“Are you hungry, handsome man?” Chung Mei asks. The cat meows and nods anxiously. ‘What the fuck? That's not normal. Oh, well, maybe I'm hallucinating again,’ Chung Mei thinks before carrying him to her room. Meanwhile, Chung Myung is excited, because Chung Mei prepares good quality food for anyone or anything she takes care of. After she opens the door, she sits him on her bed and starts looking for a small plate. She finds a clean one with the rest of her cat supplies, and puts dried meat on it. Chung Mei places it on the ground and the cat almost flies towards it.

“Good god, you're like a vacuum,” she says while watching him inhale his food. When he's done, he looks up at her in confusion towards what she just said and thinks,’what the hell is a vacuum?’ Chung Mei walks off, lays in her bed and starts patting her lap. “Pss pss pss, c'mere!” She calls for him, and he wastes no time to get on her plush lap. 

She scratches his butt and, like most cats, he raises it in the air. ‘Why does that feel so good?’ Chung Myung thinks before she removes her hand. She starts rubbing his back as he gets comfortable in her lap, and she makes her way up to his head. “You're so soft… Oh? You want to be held again?” Chung Mei asks when he stands on his hind legs and lays his front paws on her shoulders. “Such a sweet boy! It's like you're trying to hug me,” She smiles before wrapping her arms around him and laying on her back. 

She holds him like a teddy bear before speaking,”I'm glad you showed up. I was getting bored and lonely since Chung Myung left.” ‘Oh? I have fuel for our next banter,’ Chung Myung thinks, and he'd be lying if he said hearing that didn't make his insides flutter. He starts kneading on her chest and purrs louder. Thanks to the weight on her chest and the relaxing purring, Chung Mei starts to doze off, and Chung Myung does the same thing.

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In the middle of the night, Chung Mei wakes up to something very heavy laying on top of her. ‘The hell? The cat wasn't that heavy, was he?’ She thinks and starts feeling around for the cat that was on her chest. Her eyes shoot open when she realizes it's not a cat, but a human man lying on top of her.

When she realizes who is lying on top of her, she nudges him to see if he's awake. “Chung Myung, Chung Myung! Are you awake?” She asks, and he slowly raises his head. He rests his chin on her chest and yawns before rubbing his eyes open. “What?” He whines. ‘Shit, he looks cute. Now I feel bad for waking him up,’ Chung Mei thinks and starts rubbing circles on his back.

“When did you come in here?” “I dunno,” he replies groggily and rests his cheek on her chest. “That's weird. You weren't supposed to return for a while - wait, where's my cat?” “What cat?” Chung Myung asks. He's going to play stupid because how the hell would he explain what just happened? There's no way she'd believe he just randomly turned into a cat for a day. 

“The big black fluffy one with my ribbon around his neck! He was laying on my chest before I fell asleep,” she softly explains and tries not to get too loud despite her excitement. “He probably ran out when I came in. Now, go back to sleep,” he tries to deter her in his low, sleepy voice and hopes that she won't catch on to what happened. 

“Hm, alrighty then. Good night,” she says before kissing him on the forehead and laying her head back down. She closes her eyes and runs her finger tips up and down his back, but when they get high enough to reach his neck, she feels something wrapped around it. She grabs it, and it feels distinctly like a bow. “... Chung Myung, is that my ribbon or yours?” “You ask too many questions. Now, go back to sleep!”