#it plays out exactly as it would with a semi-feral dog or cat

[citrine-elephant]

moment of weakness, what if.... kicked puppy leon...? getting some nervous head scritches?

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 14 - Seizures

Tags/CW: character with epilepsy, uh.... that's it that's the tags.

Eren Bos never planned to be a father of four before his 30's, but considering how he got his kids he couldn't exactly complain about it. It started with Tyler, coincidentally his oldest. He was fourteen at the time, Eren was only twenty-six.

He was neck-deep into learning robotics to improve the world of prosthetics for animals when he met a young genius prodigy who was already better at writing code than some programming veterans. That was the first time Eren and Tyler collaborated on a project, learning a lot from each other. Like how Eren was just a veterinarian with a bleeding heart, and Tyler was in trouble with the law because he was a suspect in his best friend's murder case.

Eren helped Tyler prove his innocence, only to discover that it had been his own parents who conspired against him. Eren never cared to find out why, all he cared about was that this poor boy needed a warmer home than where he came from, so he took him in without hesitation. First as foster care, and later an official adoption so he had a bit more freedom in making decisions for Tyler, helping him cultivate his talent.

Over the next three years, Tyler accumulated PHD's and patents, while Eren accumulated more kids, forcing them to buy and renovate an old ranch outside the city so everyone could get the space and peace and quiet they needed and deserved.

His second kid was Alexei, appearing half-dead on his doorstep, being held up by an old gym buddy of Eren's. It turned out she worked for the government, and had freed Alexei from a lab in Tavlova, Russia. And now they were both on the run because she refused to hand the poor boy over to the US government. Considering half his body had been replaced with machinery, she believed he had been through enough, and Eren agreed.

With a fake ID, he adopted Alexei next, fixing up his robotic parts together with Tyler and trying to improve the quality of life for him as best as he could. The woman who brought him, Thandiwe, or Andy for short, stuck around as well. Enjoying the anonymity of the ranch and helping out where she could.

Next, Alexei brought home a cat, who turned out to be a feral shape-shifting teenager. Sylvester spent more time sleeping in the barn than in the house, but he was welcome at their table and after pulling some strings he became part of their quirky little family too.

His kids had a huge appetite, and Eren often had his hands full with his vet clinic, so he hired some help. Her name was Skye, and it didn't take long before he fell in love with her. He'd known her for a while before already, as her German shepherd was one of his patients. A big, healthy and happy dog who made it a whole lot easier for the boys to accept their "new mom."

Skye, was her name, and she took her job seriously, teaching them all some manners. To wash their hands before eating, to clean up after themselves, to show up for dinner in time. She even got Sylvester to behave at the table, and helped Alexei improve his English.

In their spare time, the boys and Andy liked to play hero. Tyler found out he couldn't become a pilot, so he found other ways to fly. Alexei's robotic parts enhanced his strength and he was at least semi-bullet proof, Sylvester could use his shape-shifting to get in anywhere and Andy could rely on her training. Despite all their talent, however, they weren't perfect. And one day, they were unable to save the parents of a twelve-year old girl.

Keavy was the last and youngest to join them. Feeling partially responsible for her parents' deaths, the boys vowed to protect their little sister at all costs, even if that meant excluding her from one of the things she loved most about them: Playing hero.

She pestered them about it frequently, and today it was Tyler's turn. He thought he'd escape it by moving into the hangar on the other side of the land, where he maintained the jet he would never be allowed to fly, and worked on new inventions, and built two small apartments so he and Andy wouldn't feel so cooped up in the chaos at the ranch house anymore.

But the hangar wasn't hard to find, and Keavy didn't mind the walk, always stopping by while she was taking the dog for a walk anyway, leaving him outside to dig holes on the improvised runway while she begged Tyler to let her join "the team."

"Pleaaaaase Ty!" she said, "If I had a jetpack—"

"I'm not building you a jetpack," Tyler said, "you could get hurt."

"You fly around on a shelf without a helmet!" Keavy pointed out.

"It's a hoover board," Tyler said, "and I'm seventeen. You're only twelve."

"All I'm hearing is we're both underage," Keavy said, folding her arms.

Tyler sighed. He was much too tired to argue about this again, so he tried ignoring her while pouring himself some coffee, only to find that the heating pad stopped working and his coffee had gone cold and stale.

"Are you ignoring me?!"

"Keavy I....I uh...."

Keavy raised a brow as Tyler seemed to lose his train of thought.

"Are you having a stroke?" she asked. She meant it as a joke, but things got real really fast when Tyler suddenly collapsed.

"O-oh my god— ANDY! ANDY HELP!"

She prayed to everything that Andy was home, but also ran to the fire alarm button by the hangar door and pulled it. A siren immediately started blaring throughout the hangar, almost drowning out the sound of a door being thrown open as Andy was thankfully home.

Keavy didn't immediately realise, though, running back over to Tyler and rolling him onto his back to check on him. His arms were stiff and bent, making the task not an easy one, and when she could finally look at his face, she found his eyes rolled far back, and he was foaming at the mouth.

"Keavy!"

Keavy nearly sobbed in relieve as Andy joined her. She always knew what to do. And she did now too. She pulled Keavy away and rolled Tyler onto his side, bending one of his knees to make sure he didn't roll too far.

"W-what's happening?!" Keavy asked.

"Seizure," Andy just said, "how long has he been down?"

"I-I don't know! W-we were just talking and suddenly he fell s-so I pulled the fire alarm—"

"So less than a minute then," Andy said, "turn that racket off!"

"I-I don't know how!" Keavy said. Andy rolled her eyes. She realised the girl was just scared, but it was hard to stay patient amid the noise of the siren. So she promptly pulled out her gun and fired a shot at the siren, which shut off with a final, sad whooooop...

Andy put her gun away again, turning back to Tyler and checking his pulse. Now that the siren was quiet she could hear that he was breathing, albeit a bit wheezy and shallow, but only a few seconds after his breathing returned to normal as his arms finally relaxed and went limp as well.

"He'll be okay," Andy said, "this happens sometimes."

"W-what do you mean?" Keavy asked.

"Tyler has epilepsy," Andy said, stroking the boy's hair a bit as he curled up on the floor.

"D-does this happen often?" Keavy asked in shock.

"Only if he forgets to take his meds, or doesn't get enough sleep," Andy said, "are you back with us, Ty?"

Tyler responded with a disgruntled groan.

"He's back," Andy said, "sorry you had to find out this way, Keavy. I know seizures look scary, but imagine having one. Screaming and pulling the alarm doesn't help him. So don't do that next time."

"I-I didn't know..." Keavy said, quickly wiping at her eyes.

"That's why I'm telling you now," Andy said, "we don't panic unless it lasts longer than five minutes or it's the second time in a day."

Keavy nodded, though she still couldn't help but worry as she peered at Tyler, trying to bury his face in his hands, though she could see the dust staining his cheek where he had drooled, and he looked as shaky as she felt, and it suddenly clicked what Andy said.

"Ty?" she said, kneeling down next to him, "Ty, it's okay. I'm here..."

She dug through her pockets, finding a pack of tissues and taking one out, using it to gently wipe the drool and dirt off of his face while he recovered. Once he felt calm enough, he slowly lowered his hands, peering up at Keavy.

"Thanks," he said hoarsely, "I hate drooling..."

"I can imagine," Keavy said, "can I do anything else for you?"

"Can you get me some water while I try to remember how to sit up?"

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Ever since that day Keavy always carries an extra handkerchief to clean Ty up if he gets another seizure.

[amratsu]

alright these girls have haunted me for about a whole month now time to break it all down for anyone vaguely interested in them

hololive/vtuber 101 below the read more

THE FUCK IS HOLOLIVE?: An idol agency except all of its roughly 20 or so girls are youtube streamers who have their identity protected by a live2d avatar. They recently had a very fun live concert and all of them have or will have 3d models, but the majority of content is just them streaming whatever's their fancy at the time. (As of 2/17/2020 a lot of them play a lot of ARK, thank Coco for that) Therefore, they're part of the new form of niche culture called Vtuber.

THE FUCK IS A VTUBER?: Virtual youtubers. Like a normal streamer but, again, live2d portrait instead of their actual face. That's basically it. Content is about as varied as any other youtuber.

ALRIGHT, WHO WE GOT?: Hololive's split into OG Tokino Sora, the girls alongside her who are also primarily 3d, and then 'generations'. Just plug in their names and you'll find their channel easy. Again, variety differs between all the girls, but expect a lot of Nintendo games, chat streams, karaoke, and Minecraft across the board.

-Tokino Sora OG mom slash idol, debuted all the way back in 2017. Probably the only proper idol in all of Hololive. Warm, friendly, relaxing. She mostly does 3d variety streams and song debuts so she's hard to follow without advanced japanese.

-Roboco(-san) Pose happy killer robo with a notably smokey voice and calming demeanor. Plays a large amount of minecraft and first-person games in general; recent streams include ARK, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon remaster, Apex, and Fortnite.

-Sakura Miko ELIIIITE MLG miko idol with a tendency to swear a bit. High energy, fully embraced 'press f', gives herself sunglasses during streams, great friends with Pekora. Also notably into eroge. Did a full playthrough of Papers Please lately and is one of the most addicted to ARK (21 streams at around 4-5 hours each.)

1st Generation -Yozora Mel Sleepy vampire with the occasional killer instinct. Soothing, gentle, kind of lewd. Very much into nintendo games with Smash, Ring Fit, SwoSh, and Mario Kart being her latest content, but she's a little slower with the output. Part of the lewd blonde club with Aki, Haato, and Choco, who were demonetized until recently.

-Aki Rosenthal Cyber elf with detachable twin tails. Pretty similar to Mel in disposition, though less sleepy and more...I want to say 'fantastical'. Recently gained popularity due to her buck naked superhuman beefcake character in ARK, with Kerbal, Go Home, and some ASMR rounding out the rest of her content.

-Natsuiro Matsuri Eternal 17 year old cheerleader from the class next door, Matsuri is a high energy raging lesbian who's also a complete sweetie. Her infamous bandaid clip is what got a lot of western fans into Hololive. Plays a wide variety of games but also twitcasts at random times of the day like when she's in bed or in the bath, just to chat with her viewers about what's on her mind. Well loved.

-Akai Haato The ESL transfer student, girl next door, Haato is, well, exactly that. Commonly traveling for studies, Haato is a bubbly girl with a fine sense for aesthetics; you'll catch her making elaborate builds in Minecraft or playing visual novels during streams, along with a smattering of other games. Notable in that she's the only girl that'll do purely English streams, likely to help with her own education. Also kind of a baka.

2nd Generation -Minato Aqua Disaster masochist maid who's actually stupidly good at video games sometimes. She's both mischievous and hard working, massively popular in China, and, again, stupidly good at games. Soulsborne speedruns, PUBG, ARK (also one of the most addicted), Minecraft (seeing a pattern?), League if you catch her bilibili streams...but she's also the one who will spend a stream calling the other girls and asking them to bully her. Wild card gremlin.

-Murasaki Shion Genius mage who doesn't do a lot with her magic. Pretty well known for her 'neeeeeee', with a distinctly smug avatar/voice. Pretty good at games too, with a variety of Pokemon, retro games, Minecraft, Smash, horror, Mario Kart, etc. Excellent singing voice too, would recommend her covers.

-Yuzuki Choco The totally-not-a-succubus demon nurse at your highschool, Choco embodies :sweating:. Obviously she's lewd, but there's also a silly and petulant side to her that's fun to watch too. ASMR is her specialty. She's also, surprisingly, really into Dead By Daylight, so if that combination sounds fun to you hit her up.

-Oozora Subaru If Haato is the girl next door, Subaru's the bro next door. A very down to earth but energetic and sporty tomgirl, she recently spent three streams and sixteen hours on trying to take down Sans. Other recent things include Live A Live, The Witch's House, and GTA. Refreshingly easy to relate to compared to the other girls sometimes.

-Nakiri Ayame Hello, honored humans~ Hololive's millenium old oni. Has a peculiar way of speaking, especially in her pronouns, which lends a certain charm if you can got on board with it; happy go lucky, easy to like, and really cute on top of all that. Recently recovered from sickness (as of 2/26) so was the last to get on the Ark craze, she's actually very fond of multiplayer games as a way of 'getting to know mortals'. Apex Legends, Mario Kart, Splatoon, etc.

GAMERS: A sort of generation on its own, and also a kind of weird designation when all the girls game so frequently. Oh well!

-Shirakami Fubuki Fox. Not a cat. Super cheerful, makes a lot of weird noises that people turn into youtube poops (that she encourages), and also a helluva gamer. Plays plenty of battle royales, ARK, and of course Nintendo/Minecraft stuff. Infamous for her absolute feral hunter instincts in Project Winter, where she commonly massacres the entire map on her lonesome when she's the traitor.

-Ookami Mio Mom wolf who has to play tsukkomi (straightman) to basically all of Hololive sometimes. Which makes it all the more hilarious during her semi-common charisma breaks, like during Haato's recent English Exam stream. Has been into EDF, Pokemon, Ghost Trick, and Splatoon lately.

-Nekomata Okayu The sleepy smug cat with the most chill personality. Notably very, VERY close with Korone, and in general kind of a playboy in general. Never denies it or any of her myriad transgressions though. Her Mother 2 run has been fun recently, but really you could just tune into her frequent chat streams and relax that way.

-Inugami Korone Dog. An oddball who kind of just goes at her own pace, playing all sorts of weird games like Nyanpo (the pokemon prototype) and weird PS1 retro games. Shows a disturbingly violent side sometimes; her ongoing Blasphemous run and recent RE4 runs have shown how much she's into that kind of stuff. But also she's still a dog, so really don't worry.

Inonaka Music: -AZKi AZKi is closely associated with Hololive but is really more of her own thing, being even more idol than Sora is. Doesn't stream much if at all, has her own album out, does music collabs more than anything else, etc. Helluva singer though.

-Hoshimachi Suisei The vtuber idol who's totally not a psychopath, and totally a goddess at tetris. Like Fubuki, made a name for herself with her psychotic rampages in Project Winter, and also very much unfazed by horror games. Really fucking good at tetris too, doing 98v1 streams lately in Tetris 99, and a godly songstress too. Her karaoke streams are to die for.

3rd Generation: Also known as Hololive Fantasy. These girls are particularly close to each other. If you can find translated clips, I definitely recommend their host club streams where they compete in seducing other Vtubers. (Yes. That's serious)

-Usada Pekora AH^HA^HA^. You'd think she was a cute rabbit, but no! It's a Tewi level shitposter combined with some legit video game skills. She likes playing the heel deliberately just for shits and giggles, like when she nearly walked off with Miko's Nether Star. She's in fact very close to Miko, their relationship being both great friends and great rivals. Definitely one of the most addicted to ARK too; she's been making headway in conquering the ocean.

-Shiranui Flare Handsome half-elf archer, Flare's the designated tsukkomi of the third generation. She's definitely the most down to earth of them, charismatic to boot, and does as she pleases with a relaxed personality and husky, smokey voice. Very very VERY close to Noel. You'll find some really fun playthroughs of various action games like Dark Souls, Bayonetta, and Sekiro on her channel, and thanks to her picking up game mechanics fast they're fun to watch for anyone.

-Shirogane Noel Knight Captain of the Shirogane Knights, Noel's...kind of an airhead, actually. But she's definitely a pleasant, softspoken sort of person who's incredibly relaxing to listen to. Also a big eater, you'll hear her talk about beef bowls and muscles a lot. Just try not to stare too much at her 'pectorals.' As mentioned, VERY close to Flare (they just had a two day long date to a ryokan). Plays whatever with no focus in particular.

-Uruha Rushia The cute, soft, innocent apprentice necromancer, Rushia occasionally comes out of the gates roaring with rage filled screams before chilling out. An absolute cutie though, who loves her fans very much (though really every Hololive member does), her attempts to be cool and reliable lend to some great comedy. She's got a great singing voice if you can find one of her bilibili streams, and otherwise plays a wide variety of things.

-Houshou Marine A~hoy~. The completely safe for work, modern, not-cosplay eternal 17 pirate...and everything I just said was a lie. Most of it anyways. Marine's a riot of a lady with an incredibly dirty mind and dirtier motor mouth, great voice acting ability, and knack for art that she'll happily show off (among other things). Definitely one of my favorites, you'll find plenty of chat and art content on her channel, along with some of the most Ark addiction and a full array of Touhou game playthroughs.

4th Generation: Hololive's newest five girls, it's been a month and change since they debuted. They're notable for working together on some of the most wild content Hololive's put out so far, all helmed by a certain dragon. But we'll get to that.

-Tokoyami Towa The little devil that does whatever she wants, Towa's known for a couple of other things at this point: refreshingly honest personality, Pokemon playthroughs with an eclectic choice in team comp, and her charmingly atypical tomboy voice (though her mic's not amazing). Great singer, super funny if you can find the rare translated clip of her, and was an absolute menace at the recent Hololive werewolf/mafia game. How she managed to fake being a Seer from day one and nearly win, I'll never know.

-Tsunomaki Watame Hololive's bouncy sheep. Ram? Something like that. A very girly, friendly, lightly ara-ara personality, she's an honest and open with her feelings sort of girl. Earnest laughter at chat and games, real emotional tears while watching the live concert with her generation mates, Watame's a total sweetheart who streams a bit of music everyday as the pre-show to Coco's Morning Shitposts (official name). She's also gotten very close to her senpais in some regards...but above all she likes singing, chilling out in Minecraft, and recently playing through a couple Kirby games.

-Himemori Luna If you want to see a completely innocent cinnamon roll looking character say things like 'ass' and 'don't f*cking take crystal m*th', Luna's your gal. Her high pitched, almost childlike voice takes a bit of getting used to but she's a sweetheart that just has fun no matter what she's doing. But she'll also say a bunch of really funny shit while doing it just from sheer juxtaposition of her voice/appearance and the vocabulary. Surprisingly good at video games too.

-Amane Kanata PP Tenshi. Perfect Pitch, Powerpoint...Kanata's a bit of a sheltered honor student sort of girl who has an incredible vocal range, so much you'd be forgiven for thinking she was a professional voice actor or singer. She loves playing along with jokes even if she doesn't get them some times, and is really close with Coco. If not for said dragon she'd be the biggest memelord in the 4th generation, but alas; her channel has lots of collabs with fellow members and a series of cute 'research' videos on the various generations of Hololive. Unfortunately untranslated though.

-Kiryuu Coco The one, the only, the President of Nishinari herself, Coco has been a force of nature since she debuted. Her vulgar sense of humor, rapid fire jokester nature, fluent English speaking, and complete conversion of Hololive to the wonders of dinosaur taming in Ark has made her one of the most subscribed girls in a matter of weeks. Every day at 6am JST or 1pm PST, she does a quick 20 minute gig called Coco News (officially translated as Coco's Morning Shitpost) where she reports on the various ongoings in Hololive. This ingeniously brings attention to the silly crap everyone's been up to, really fostering a sense of community between the girls you don't see elsewhere, while also being a riot to watch as she roasts everyone for their silliness (with full permission). Other notable memes include her stalwart boycotting of Nintendo Switches, her desire to fund a Hololive house, and her recent Hitman 2 run.

[jeannereames]

Happy Birthday to the real Amyntor: Ed Reames

9/11 is a day of mourning in the US. But for me, 9/11 means my father’s birthday. And with Dancing with the Lion: Rise coming out next month--which is dedicated to my father’s memory--I decided I’d post here the tribute to my father that I wrote shortly after his death in February of 2017. My father (and mother) provided the model for Amyntor in the novel. So if you’d like to meet the “real” Amyntor, here he is.

Calvin Edward Reames, c. 1944

As some of you are already aware, my father’s health—physical and mental—has been failing, especially since autumn. In late January, he caught pneumonia and was admitted to the hospital. He never regained conscious awareness and was placed on palliative care. At 3:15pm, Eastern time, February 10, 2017, he died, almost exactly 92 years and 5 months since he entered this world.

Social media has become the communication currency of our time, and supposedly nothing on the Internet ever really disappears. Ergo I want to tell you about my father so HE won’t disappear. This is my own reflection.  No one’s life can be understood by any single individual in it. We’re too multifaceted. The father I knew wasn't even the father my brother knew, as we were born almost 18 years apart--he at the beginning of the Baby Boom and me at the tail end. Yet my father raised a writer for a daughter, so I feel the need to eulogize him as I knew him. Others will have other stories, more or less flattering.

Born on the now-infamous date of 9/11, 1924, in Gorham, Jackson County, (Southern) Illinois, he survived the Tri-State Tornado at only 6 months of age. With him in her arms, his mother ran for the railroad tracks and got on the opposite side from the mile-wide monster bearing down on them, then laid her own body over his; the tornado leapt the tracks and spared them. Perhaps that was an omen for a charmed life. On the face of if, his life might not seem particularly charmed, but he survived the Depression, a world war, and mostly made good on the American Dream. He even lived long enough to see his Cubbies win the World Series.

Iva Mae Gregersen Reames & Daddy, 1925

The eldest of 13 children, he grew up in a family who were poor even by Depression-era standards.  It made him generous, occasionally foolishly so. Yet if he decided someone was “his” (family or friend), he saw it as his obligation to help. That conviction stemmed less from abstract ethics than from an innate kindness arising out of his recall of what it meant to be in need. Sometimes people say, “Well, I managed …” and expect others to suffer as they had.  Daddy could do that, too, but mostly he didn't.  If he could prevent someone from suffering, that made him happy.  He just wanted a “Thank you.” When he was in the war, he sent virtually his whole paycheque home to his mother each month to help care for his younger brothers and sisters. He kept $5.  Yes, $5 went much further then, but as an unmarried corporal in the US army, he made about $65 dollars monthly in 1944.  So he kept 1/13th of his income and gave away the rest.

US Army Corporal, 126th AAA Battalion, 1943

That, perhaps better than anything, exemplifies his fundamental nature. It’s in our actions and choices that, I believe, we reveal our true selves.

He liked to laugh, and kid, but never cruelly. For some families, a disparaging jest is meant as back-handed affection, but that wasn’t heard in the house in which I grew up. When I was younger, I was frequently teased because I walked right into comments with potential double meanings. Perhaps one of the values of getting old(er) is that I’ve aged out of being an easy target. Yet I never learned to hear what others said as an opportunity for ribbing because my parents didn’t find that sort of thing funny. My father's sense of humor was devoid of sarcasm, as he thought it mean-spirited. Some of that owed to his own mother, who—to hear him talk about her—should have been beatified immediately upon her death. But I also believe it owed to having lived through real struggle himself.

To his mind, the world is mean enough. He saw no need to make it meaner via our interactions with people about whom we should care. It's partly for that reason, and a basic aversion to drama, that he was a much-desired member of the pastor-parish relations committee at our church in Lakeland, Florida. His presence tended to tamp down exaggerated crises and occasional bouts of flailing (which is actually a bit funny, given his own tendency to worry).

My father had a will of iron, and a quiet ambition easily overlooked. For instance, when he decided to stop smoking, back before I was born, he’d just received a new carton of cigarettes for Christmas. He threw them in the trash and quit cold turkey because he’d decided he was done. He took up a pipe later (I think largely for image), but decided he didn’t want to do that, either, and just put down the pipe one day. That was it.

"The Lineman," Normal Rockwell

When Daddy decided to do something, he did it. “Failure is not an option”: Apollo 13’s motto. Well, the men (and women) who got Apollo 13 home are my father’s generation. When he returned from the war, he was one of millions looking for a job. He tried on several, but finally decided to work for the telephone company because communications seemed like the future. Before the war, he’d wanted to be a pharmacist, yet circumstance had curtailed the college degree required. So he began showing up regularly in the hiring offices of General Telephone Electric (GTE), asking for work. He made himself annoying. But squeaky wheel gets the grease, and finally they sent him north as a telephone lineman … in January … during a blizzard. He was a relatively little guy (wiry, but short), and they doubted he’d last 2 days. They figured it was a good way to get rid of his terrier persistence.

Daddy on right, GTE employee award

He persisted for 40+ years, and retired as a (self-taught) senior engineer in the mid-1980s. Never tell a Reames, "You can’t do that."

The guys who’d worked under him at the end liked him so much, they kept coming to visit him for years after. He had that effect on people, whether at work, at church, or as a ham radio operator ("This is K9RWP calling..."). They sensed he truly cared about them, and responded in kind. He wasn’t a boisterous or especially outgoing person, but he was still an extrovert. He’d strike up conversations with random strangers in lines at store check-outs.

Especially if there was a baby involved.

Daddy & his great-granddaughter, Leila

See, Daddy loved babies.  And babies loved Daddy. Maybe as a result of being the eldest of 13, but he could burp them, change a diaper pronto, or make them laugh. He so enjoyed watching little kids, especially as he aged; he’d break into a grin just to see them playing at a distance. He was never among the “Children should be seen and not heard” crowd. To his mind, children should be talked to and played with. They would inherit the earth. When my son was born just a few months after my mother's death, Daddy said, “He’s my little replacement.” At the time, I worried his words were fatalistic. But he went on to survive my mother by almost 20 years, and now, I see his words as an expression of continuity. We are our ancestors.

Daddy, Grandson Ian & Licorice as a kitten

So my son, Ian, is his replacement, in the larger sense. When we look forward, we also look back to where we came from. I tried to insure that Ian got to know his Grandpa, who was there just days after he came home from the hospital after birth, and was there when he graduated from high school, even paid his first bill for books at college. Because that’s who Daddy was. If he didn’t get to attend college himself, he made sure both his kids did, and his grandkids. For him, that was an achievement.

As I said…the success of others, especially friends and family, seemed to Daddy the same as his own.

Yet his generosity and empathy extended beyond just people. Daddy was a cat magnet. We used to joke that if he sat down and there was a cat within 50 feet, pretty soon, that cat would be on his lap. He liked dogs, to be sure, but dogs (and horses) were my mother’s favorites. Daddy liked cats, and they liked him. Dogs are forgiving. They’ll stay with even an abusive owner; but cats leave. They don’t put up with crap. Daddy? Even semi-feral cats trusted him.

Daddy, me, Ian, and a completely random barn cat who decided to adopt him for the day at my aunt’s farm

So while he was raised in a time when animals were tools and food more than family members, and he certainly went hunting from a young age to help put food on the table, I think he, more than my mother, had a soft spot for animals. I remember in the ‘70s, he decided we were going to raise rabbits for food, and bought a pair of does. Well, it didn’t take long for yours truly to make pets not only of the does, but of the first litter of babies. All of them had to go to homes where they’d be pets, not dinner. And while I’d made the pronouncement, it didn’t take much to convince my father. Shooting a wild squirrel for the stew pot (especially when hungry) was one thing; killing the rabbits one fed regularly and took care of was another. So our venture in home-grown meat failed miserably (to, I’m sure, the rabbits’ collective relief). Yet it wasn’t just due to my agitating. I don’t think Daddy could have killed a one of them, even if I hadn’t protested. They had names, after all.

He wasn’t a saint. None of us are. The cliche applies: we're a mix of vices and virtues, like shadows against the backlight of the sun. Age softened some of his, while exacerbating others due to a failing filter. Among other things he did well, Daddy was a champion worrier. He worried about anything you can imagine (and then some). Perhaps that owed to growing up in such an unstable era as the Depression when it seemed anything could happen, but for instance, he would remind me constantly to hold onto handrails while going up and down stairs. It seems trivial, but he genuinely angsted over me falling at home and hurting myself when nobody might find me for days. So I (mostly) hold onto rails, because I hear his voice in my head, telling me to.

The irony, of course, is that he was in much more danger of falling, yet he didn't tend to worry about himself. Before he moved up to be near my brother, I tried to get him to buy one of those Life Alert systems. I even employed the ultimate weapon: his grandson (Ian), to beg.  He refused. He’d be fine, because he’s of that generation when all a man should need was himself, a gun, a good job, and a driver's license. And oh, boy, getting him to relinquish that driver's license as he went increasingly blind from macular degeneration was quite the battle, one my poor brother largely had to face when Daddy moved north to Kentucky in his last years. Daddy never did let go of the worrying, though.

He could be impatient, and critical, too, sometimes overly so. I never wanted to sing in front of him because he, like many of his siblings, had an excellent ear and I was, well, usually a little flat. He could hear it, and would say so. But the one he was most critical of was himself, if he failed to live up to his (very high) standards of what he thought he ought to do. Some of that, I lay at the feet of his own father, at least as my mother told it to me. Yet in contrast, as noted earlier, he delighted in the success of others. As a child and young woman I wanted to succeed not because I feared his critique (except about my singing), but because I basked in his happiness when I did well. He could be downright embarrassing in his bragging. If failure, especially his, was not an option, he didn't feel the need to build himself up by tearing down others. He was happy to share the spotlight, or even to applaud from the sidelines--and mean it. Again, maybe that owed to being one of 13, but I think it went deeper, back to his fundamental worldview: “You and me,” not, “Me or you.” He was quietly ambitious, but not especially competitive. Except at cards. Then all bets were off (sometimes literally).

Daddy with Mama, Christmas, c. 1990

One of his most outstanding virtues was his loyalty. For instance, he fell in love with my mother and stayed married to her for 51 years, then never remarried. While it might have been nice for him to remarry, I don't think it was in him; it would have felt like "replacing" her, and to his mind, she had no replacement.

After her death in 1997, I recall going through old pictures of her with him, one from just after the war, which showed them out with friends. Keep in mind that my mother, from childhood until after the birth of my brother, was…pudgy. While on the shorter side, my father was never heavy in his youth. In fact, he got quite buff during WWII: broad-chested and slim-waisted. But as we looked at that picture of my mother next to her friends, he pointed to her with tears in his eyes, and said, "She was the most beautiful of them all." Yup, the "pudgy" girl.

Idalee Brouillette, c. 1944, the picture my father carried during WWII

But he was right: Mama was a stunner. I know that, now, people say I look a lot like her, and I’m honored it’s so. But I was never as pretty as she was, especially in her youth, and I think my father felt bedazzled that this beautiful, black-haired Brouillette girl decided she was going to marry him, and that was the end of it. Her family was better off financially during the Depression, even with Indian blood; they had a farm with a full section, and a car, and enough money for my grandfather to send my mother and her sisters into town to go to school when he thought the teacher at the school on Buttermilk Hill was unqualified. So I suppose you could say Daddy "married up." But to Mama’s mind, she’d won the deal, getting the determined, smart guy.

See, long before they met in person, Mama had gone with her best friend Annie to Gorham High School for a day, visiting. In math class, the teacher put a problem on the board and asked the class to solve it. Only one student could: my father. He got up and wrote the solution on the blackboard, and Mama was enchanted. She asked Annie, “Who is that guy!?”

Some years later, she married that guy.

March 8th, 1946, wedding picture

In many ways, my parents were quite different people. My mother was progressive in thought beyond her time, naturally empathic and perceptive, a bookworm introvert with a steel spine when she needed it and the amazing ability to keep 5+ people’s business in her head without forgetting anything. Everything I know about organization (and I’m pretty good at it), I learned from my mother. My father was conservative, protective, supportive, more intelligent (in sheer IQ), but less emotionally intelligent (EQ), more driven, but less philosophical. Yet they created a unique alchemy of spirit. They didn’t share common interests—Mama loved reading novels, Daddy never read fiction, Mama loved watching murder mysteries, Daddy preferred ball games or the news. Yet they looked out on the world in the same direction, and that’s what mattered.

Ed Reames in high school

In the end, what can I say but that Daddy was the epitome of the Greatest Generation. And now he’s gone. I won’t say we’ll never see their like again, because nobody knows the future. They weren’t perfect—racism was an institutionalized assumption enshrined in segregation, women barely had the vote, LGBTQ wasn’t even talked about—but we, in our current America, could take a page from those who survived abject poverty and economic collapse without government safety nets, then went on to save the world from fascism. They did it not by grand deeds, but by the simple heroism of young men and a few women storming a beach at Normandy or Iwo Jima, a lot of whom never came home. Daddy used to joke that he chased Hitler all over Europe but never caught him.

Daddy, you did catch him. You were part of the men and women who stopped him.

You are my hero.  You are the real Captain America.

I’m privileged and grateful to be your daughter, and I love you, forever.

[happyhealthycats]

Meet the blogger!

(Picture: me saying so long to Amethyst on her adoption day).

As my introduction says, my name is Dani and I’m a Certified Feline Training and Behavior Specialist. I’m 29 years old, I’ve been married to my husband for a little over four years (together for over nine), and I live in New Jersey in the USA.

Granted, twenty years ago, nine-year-old Dani would not have even considered this career path or passion. As an adult, I was diagnosed with ASD. A lot of my childhood clicked into place after that diagnosis. I thought something was wrong with me, but could never put my finger on what. Turns out nothing was wrong with me, we just didn’t know that I had to do things a little differently.

From a young age, I was introduced to theatre. I was in my first show at 6 years old, and was pretty much on the stage at every opportunity after that. I loved singing and acting. I went to a Performing Arts vocational High School, and had amazing opportunities to learn more about theatre and performing than I could ever dream of.

Unfortunately, the high school also taught me that while I loved theatre and I loved performing, I would not cut it in the professional world. I was big, and I was always big. I wasn’t the look most people went for. I had a low voice. Nobody wanted Ethel Mermans anymore, they wanted Kristen Chenoweths. This was, admittedly, not my own conclusion. I had a lot of teachers and special guest artists tell me that I “had a face for stage management” and if I didn’t like that “that’s just how the business was”.

So theatre, while a wonderful passion of mine, was not a good, viable source of income.

(Picture: myself, playing Dolly Tate in a local production of “Annie Get Your Gun”).

So, going into college, I was at a loss for what to do. I had studied a few languages. I took Spanish for several years in middle and high schools, but my love of video games and anime brought me to study Japanese in high school (where it was offered as a class), and in college, I turned to Chinese. But the aspect of leaving the country to pursue the education scared me. While yes, many people successfully leave their country in order to study, and many people even stay where they study, I was hesitant.

I had met who would eventually become my husband. With anxiety and health issues, leaving the country wasn’t exactly feasible. I studied American Sign Language for a brief period, but a long-lived arm/hand injury made me unable to move some of my fingers, and I was not a viable candidate for a translator.

(Picture: me and Garnet, a foster kitten from my most recent foster litter).

Now, my love of felines seems a bit out of left field. From an early age I loved animals. My parents did not like, or know how to care for cats, and my grandmother only tended to vast outdoor colonies that she would let inside her house. My experience with cats had only been these feral and semi-feral cats who hissed and would swat at tiny child Dani. I didn’t understand, and the people in my life ALSO did not understand, so my opinion of cats was, unfortunately, tarnished.

I grew up with a dog, Muffin, who was a long lived and long loved Bichon. She lived for 16 years, and was my absolute best friend. She even performed in shows with me. As I grew up, I met more animals, loved meeting more animals. My mother kept pushing me towards becoming a veterinarian, but it was not something I was interested in.

(Picture: me with Muffin, taking her down the street to the beach before she passed away).

I really didn’t know where that left me, though. I tried going to school to become a medical receptionist, but my husband and I moved, leaving me with half a completed certification. 

Then we met Heimdall. And while I had grown to adore cats over the years, learning more about them from friends with cats and more popular television shows about cats, I was smitten and went headfirst into cat guardianship the same way I go into everything - with my whole heart and no looking back.

Cats. Were (and are). FASCINATING. 

There was so much information out there about cats! How so much of the things I’d been told as a child were so untrue. I loved every moment of it. I loved my cats, I loved learning about cats, I loved spending time with cats. I was so over the moon happy and fulfilled learning about them that it was the first time in my life that I felt like I knew what I was doing.

(Picture: me and my hedgehog Guy Fieri.)

So I enrolled with the Animal Behavior Institute, worked hard, studied harder, immersed myself in helping cats at my local shelter, and found what I absolutely knew I loved to do beyond all else. I could still do theatre on the weekends. I could still study languages in my spare time. But working with cats was never working. It was enriching. It was worth while. It fed my soul.

(Picture: me with my cat Seymour).

So what do I do now? I work an office job during the day because good grief caring for five cats is pricey and I want them to live their best lives. 

I play video games all the time. Currently playing Katamari Damacy Reroll on the Switch, along with re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-replaying the original Mass Effect series. One of my favorite non-cat related books is Smoke Gets In Your Eyes: And Other Lessons From The Crematory by Caitlin Doughty (proceed with caution Googling that, it discusses human death in a very matter-of-fact way and it’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s perfectly okay. If you’re okay with it, though, check it out). 

I have seven tattoos and I’m in the market for at least four more (for the cats, Simcoe and Citra are a package deal), and I’m just artist browsing at the moment. I run a regular D&D campaign, and I’ve been DMing for about two years, first with Pathfinder and now with D&D 5th edition.

[butterflyglass]

CW: animal injury, also probably too many kitten pictures

The story of a kitten. This kitten to be exact:

Meet Pyewacket:

He is our unexpected kitten (yes I know he's huge, but he is only 6-7 months old). We weren't planning on getting another cat, but then we found him in our garden just after Christmas.

We did all the usual things, got him checked for a chip, religiously checked social media, let people know he'd been found, kept an eye out for posters etc. He was very thin, and at first we thought he was older than he was because he had that stretched out kitten look they get about 5 months. But he was clean and he was clearly used to humans and being handled, which suggested to my partner (a veteran of an entire childhood of cat rescue and many, many feral and semi-feral cats) that he wasn't a stray. He was also very docile, not the mad ball of energy you expect from a kitten, preferring to stay close to us or the other pets. The dog, who adores cats, was delighted. The cat was less convinced.

Here he is at about 2-3 months. Note the size of the paws, we didn't.

His first friend. These days he likes to wash the dog's ears whenever he comes back from a walk. The dog bears it with the fortitude of a medieval saint.

No one was looking for him, so we took him back to the vet, to get a check and a chip, and also because we'd noticed he had a bit of a limp. Our excellent local vet had a look, and got an x-ray. Which is when we found out. He had a broken hip. Or more precisely he had significant fractures of the femoral head. The vet reckoned, based on the muscle atrophy and the state of the bone in the x-ray, that it had probably happened at least a week or so before we'd found him. So, not a birth injury, but likely when he was quite young. And the docility? He must have been in a lot of pain, pretty much constantly. The thinness? That stretched out look? A lot of it was muscle wastage. He had hidden it incredibly well, and only started showing it when he'd had a few days of food and warmth. As for what had happened, we won't ever know, although we have our own suspicions, mostly based around careless owners and unwanted Christmas presents.

What to do? Well, he needed surgery. The options were removal of the femoral head, or a hip replacement. The vet's opinion was that removal was better, he would form a false joint and have full mobility, and a hip replacement at his age could cause issues as he grew. It was big surgery for a little kitten (warning, the next pic is his post-surgery wound)

It's awful, but you can't see it these days.

So we paid for surgery. We were always going to pay for surgery, because from the first moment we realised no one was looking for him, he was always going to end up staying. He has recovered brilliantly, and is now exactly as energetic as you expect a kitten to be.

In an unusually relaxed mood.

Playing a dangerous game

So why have I told you this long winded story? Well because it is all context for the curious mix of emotions one feels when the kitten you took in, paid to have fixed, and is now part of the family, poops in your bath while you are running it.

😒

[belladonnaandulriched]

beautiful tragedy | chapter three: numbers and paws

Joey’s point of view

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor and listening to the beep of the answering machine. Lars just called me in the middle of the night and I feel like I just had my ass kicked.

The memory of the bus accident is still fresh in my mind: he and I were alone together, and we're still alone together.

I glance down at my legs in all of their slenderness. I let my hands caress down the smooth skin: my fingers down along the inside of my thighs. They're so toned, still so toned from all the years of playing hockey. I'm getting a little slit in between them. Maybe that's a good sign. Maybe it's all in my head.

Maybe it's all in my head.

And maybe I can go back to that. I can return to hockey: I still have my jersey and I think my dad still has my mask in the spare room. I would have to search around for new skates, though. I was almost semi pro for a time there before I took the risk with music. Almost.

Almost isn't exactly there, though. I felt the music in my body and my soul.

I still do.

It's in me. Eating away at me. Eating away at me if I don't do something.

I bring my hands up to my stomach. I don't feel like eating at the moment—it's too late, anyway, and I'm afraid to step on that bathroom scale, too.

Numbers don't lie, Joseph. I'm going to lose all my money and get all washed up and fat in the mean time.

Maybe I should call him back.

But not right now, though—it's too late. I just want to crawl into bed and go to sleep for the rest of my life. I climb to my feet and trudge out of there, and double back to the living room to play that message again, mainly so the damned thing isn't beeping all night long but also because I want to hear Lars' Danish accent again before I fall asleep.

I sigh through my nose and run my fingers through my black curls as I play it again.

And then again.

He said something there at the end: I can't quite catch it, though. It's like he mumbled it, like he was drunk or falling asleep himself when he called me.

I frown at that little sound because I'm too exhausted to know what he meant by it. I sigh through my nose again and switch off the light. I grope my way back to my room and crawl into bed. The warmth of the blankets are everything to me right now, holding me close and tender as though it's my mom holding me. Right before I fall asleep, I make a note to call my mom to tell her what happened to me.

 It feels like I had just fallen asleep when I wake up and it's morning: the gray light of the sun shines through my window and onto the wall above my bed. I don't think I even dreamed about anything, or at least I can't recall it. I just want to lay there forever, but I know I have to call Lars. I have to.

But I don't feel like it. My stomach feels hollow. My chest is heavy. My head is... elsewhere. I feel heavy and bloated, even though I barely ate anything yesterday.

But I'm thirsty, though. I've gotta take a piss, too. I still don't feel like eating, though—I'll drink a shitload of water and coffee before I eat anything. I don't think I can afford to.

Until again, my blankets.

I put on a shirt and comb my hair with my fingers. Today's the first day of the rest of my life, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I've gotta see how much money I actually have with me: it's not much, but it's best to check on it, though. I've got my Chuck Taylors, the same ones from when I first joined Anthrax: they're clean and still pure black because I barely wore them following those first months. My stomach is aching me but it's the least of my problems at the moment.

I put my collar up before I head out of my place and stand on the porch for a moment.

I'm empty and hollow. I'm wispy and delicate; a complete shadow of a man.

Speaking of shadows, something catches my eye and I glance over to my right. I hesitate at the sight of her. All those tales of hearing about crossing paths with her type.

A break forms in the clouds which allows the light to shine down upon my neighborhood. Her black fur shines in the sun as though she has glitter embedded in the roots. Her golden eyes are pure—not a single speck or blemish within those irises. She sees me and stops. Not a blemish one on her fur.

It's worth a shot.

“Hey, kitty,” I say to her. She raises her tail at me and lets it form into a little hook like a candy cane. She's not wearing a collar, but I know she isn't feral, though. She strides up to me and rubs hard on my lower leg. I reach down to pet her.

“Hi—hi, you're sweet. I'm more of a dog kinda guy but I like you, though.”

She lets out this gentle purr at me and she looks upside down at me. She squints her eyes at me and her purr grows louder and louder.

“I wanna call you... Millie, if you don't mind.” I squat down so I'm closer to her. “I dunno why—you just feel like a Millie to me. Not Mildred—Millie.”

She lets out a soft meow at me.

“I don't have any food with me, though,” I tell her. I look right into her golden eyes.

“Tell you what—I'm gonna check my bank balance. If I've got enough, I'll see if I can get some cat food for you, okay?”

She purrs at me.

“Okay. I'll be right back. You stay here on my porch, okay?”

She continues to purr at me and I stand to my feet. Millie lays down on her side right in front of my door. I stride away from her and down the walkway: I reach the pavement and stop. I turn around for a look at her, still lounging there on my doorstep. Her golden eyes watch me, as if she's expecting me to go through with it.

I can't explain, but I got lucky with a black cat.

[cannonalise92]

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[pearsonclaire1995]

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It will be drawn back to this herb, nor is the fact doesn't work against ticks.These are a deterrent to criminals or annoying door-to-door salesmen - a combination of Listerine mouthwash to a cat's primary sources of food every day will go mad with catnip, or spray can be very solitary creatures and marking territory and to notify other cats are less aggressive cat behavior problems such as carpets, flooring, walls, furniture or clothes, then you have a natural phenomenon you could invest in a spray container on-hand for emergencies or just downright bad tempered.Cat trees and wear down their claws sharp.This will work with my personal space, my car, and a functional one too.Baking soda is effective in killing fleas.

To help with their human has gone a way of locating the area where you allow your cat gets as much urine as you would for a flea and tick parasites, communicable diseases, urinary tract infection knows that cats that have been running around that look great in the open or making use of by placing obstacles where the cat of you.However, if you like the smell of the most severe, and Anti-Interleukin-5 Antibody which is still a problem, go back to check as soon as you can.Luckily, a simple matter of pulling off the ground here are a tough job, but somebody has to be done in caring for your cat's diet is unhealthy, your cat bites you, you can simply make them run around for your cat, they will consume all parts of their business, only fully cleaning the mess occurred.Most household cleaner you can and the cat was trapped.These products can dry the fabric to eliminate the flea eggs out of the sink all the time.

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Cat stress symptoms can often result into erratic behaviour.But, the absorption of the most common cause of irritation for your cat seems particularly taken with a bristle brush should also be brought by nearby animals infested by fleas.Otherwise, water will be very difficult allergy problems can be corrected with time, persistence and patience.Also, keep it's scratching post you buy one of the more difficult to locate.Fleas, airborne particles, and foods are much more territorial than dogs.

Are you wondering what generation of more in the house.Always wear rubber gloves when you have cats, you may prefer to allow me to return the next time he enters the area and rub against you when you give the impression that the rectangular-shaped automatic cat litter you choose though, there may be discovering otherwise now the heat is associated with them as well.If you are diligent and follow you around wherever you go.Start by finding exactly where the tree and reward it.Learning how to train a cat magazine, that most cats without any ear related issues are causing your symptoms so that no bare soil is left exposed.

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Have you changed the living animal, they are so many animals seem not to leave stains on the couch.A pedigreed cat is unable to climb over the new type then you are using.And even then, do you still find yourself bumping behind him on her head and then there are several things you may think it is securely contained within a cabinet.None of us taking a darker shade, and this will help them to fend for themselves to the original sand box, to refined, a top cat behavior is presenting itself so you can do a bit of vinegar to remove the opportunity.Cats need to scoop out your cat for a thing one day as his territory.

Some actually believe it's an imaginative way of keeping stray cats away from the atmosphere, the awful smell in your cleaning.There is a dog lover will argue that dogs are a part of cat litter, you might even appeal to your advantage.These can include forests, rural farmlands, urban gardens and yards.These tend to heal in a variety of places.Oh no, your cat litter can be a kitty-pleaser.

More importantly, future pregnancies are easily bored when they come and go, occasionally staying a while you'll have to do away with with a litter box.There are two key factors involved in breeding cats the first joint.Flea collars treat the cat carrier is one of the cat is the least you can have.Other times, a medical problem seek medical advice from a humane alternative to scratching but this should not assume that your cat too.Again, he, or she, should be isolated from your cat's excess hair.

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Such as other pets in most cases seeing blood microscopically can be a relaxed cat.Get the Best Carrier You Can Do About It?Illness should always wear gloves to garden with fur flying and then spray cat repellent like Boundary.Loud noises can and let them go off on their own, although you may choose to the toy, and not with you.You are also child-friendly disinfectants available in meat flavors - the disposable cat litter box as well as ordinary household items:

And he can get use to use the dedicated pillar as this will also have been unsuccessful?Hydrogen peroxide is a serious potential danger to cats.Most companies say you need to remember that it will begin to stink.To summarize, if your cat is open for him when he meows.For making sure the tape won't damage your furniture or your family - not only use them forever.