#little yowlie

[weirdlookindog]

"There on the river bank lay a lovely girl of twenty . . ."

Virgil Finlay (1914-1971) - Illustration for Warren A. Reed's 'Little Yowlie'

(Fantastic Adventures Vol.5 #7, July, 1943)

[robbiefischer]

oh my GOD i'm

does your oc get "zoomies"?

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Idk u but the fanfic trope of “sex pollen” can be kinda funny if it’s a bit more scientific.

Like, it not only makes your horny, it makes you feel your clothes (in the bad way, like you are caged inside something and you must get it out NOW), be moody, lactate if you still have those mammary glands.

You are crying cuz yeah you are horny, but you also feel your skin over your muscle, smell every little thing around you and you feel sticky from the sweat and whatever else. You are just so uncomfortable with your own body you can only cry. You even have a high fever this sucks!

Basically overstimulated in the worst possible ways, being horny is just one of the many effects, and personally it would only make me feel worse.

Like, “fuck it! I don’t want to have sex or anything just put me in a tub with cold water and bubbles!” And you spend the rest of the day in the bath tub until all of the effects are gone.

Every fandom I have ever even taken a peek at has done the trope and it just sounds like torture to go through to me. I already have sensory issues and hate being hot or sweaty. In the few times that I've experienced arousal it was just annoying to me.

And I don't think people get how uncomfortable lactating can be. (My hormones are weird despite never getting pregnant and certain antidepressants can cause it.) Leaky nipples feel weird.

I can imagine one of the twst boys wanting to fuck but Yuu just tosses bath toys at them from their place in their cold bubble bath. I can picture Grim being yowly and guarding the bathroom.

[sizeableseashell]

2024/12/6 12:41am So this thing sort of happened today. There's this girl that I teach swimming to, Polina. She's kind of a problem. She's seven, but she acts like she's younger. She'll pout, and cross her arms when she doesn't get her way. She'll go under water when I'm talking and not want to use swimming aids like noodles, and marshmallows even when they'll help her swim.

I've been getting pretty frustrated with her over the last couple classes, to the point where the other girl i'm teaching, Sylvia, picks up on my frustration and has been mean to Polina.

Anyways, today I introduce the skill and ask who wants to go first. They both raise their hands. I do this sort of eenie, meenie, miney, mo game I invited (because eenie, meenie, miney has racist origins a child informed me once- and she's right) and my finder landed on Sylvia.

Polina get's really mad and crosses her arms about pouts. She says "I know your trick. Whoever you point to first you'll point to last." And she's right! Because of the natural beats of the song, whoever I point to first ends up being chosen. Of course, that wasn't a conscious decision I made to choose Sylvia, but It's probably true I did choose her on some level because she's the easier kid.

Anyways, Polina is being angry and splashing me. I tell her she can't do that and eventually get her to swim across the pool. She's still mad when she gets across, she's diving down and avoiding me. "She's running away." says Sylvia, contemptuously. I send Sylvia on her way, swimming back.

Then I sort of grab Polina so I can talk to her. I think about how I felt when I was her age, and when a teacher was acting frusterated with me. I said to her, carefully: "You know, I still like you Polina." "No you don't" says Polina angrily. "Yes," I say "yes I do. I think you're charming, and energetic, and cute. I do like you. Even when you're mad." I realized it was true. "No you don't." Says Polina again. "Yes I do." I say. Polina is tuned away from me a little, but I can tell she's listening. "You don't have to believe me, just know that it's true. I really do like you and care about you." Polina has her chin tucked up on top of her fingers, she's grabbing the side of the pool. "You're allowed to be mad and sad. You can't splash me. But you're allowed to be mad and sad. I still like you when you're mad and sad." "How?" said Polina. It sounded deep and sad, like a yowl. "People are allowed to be sad and mad. Everyone here feels sad and mad sometimes. When you're sad and mad you're still deserving of love and care." "No." Says Polina. "Yes!" I reply, vehemently. "No matter if you're upset, I still care about you." "How?" asks Polina again, in that same yowly tone. I can see she's almost crying "I just do. It doesn't matter how you feel." "My mummy and daddy yell or hit me or put me in a corner." Said Polina. Oh. That's the other shoe. Oh. "When you're sad and mad?" I ask "Yeah. The put me in a corner." "Oh no. That must feel sad." "Yeah." says Polina. "You know that's not your fault. I say. It's not your fault that your parents do that." "Yes it is." Polina says, with the same sort of wet sadness, that potent desire to be corrected, that was present in "No you don't." and "How?" "Sometimes, the people in our lives can't give us the love we deserve, and it's very sad. But it's not our fault." "Yes it is." said Polina. "No Polina, you deserve to be cared for. I hope you remember that." I say. At this point, I call over a lesson supervisor on the deck. As soon as I turn away from Polina I feel her pull away, upset at the all to familar sensation- I'm sure- of someone pulling away at her exhibiting difficult emotions. I tell her I'll be right back, I tell her I'll be quick. I ask the supervisor to jump in with Sylvia, so I can keep talking to Polina, but when I turn to look at Polina, the vulnerability has vanished. She seems extroverted again, bubbly to a fault. She tells me a story about her playing Pokémon cards with her friend and her dad getting mad. It's still about her suffering, but that rawness is gone.

She doesn't want to marshmallows them, I tell her it's okay to need help. It doesn't mean she's a bad swimmer. She thinks using them means she's still in level 1. We agree to use marshmallows 2/5 times.

After that, I can feel trust built between us.

We play on the boat and she accidentally gets trapped underneath. She starts coughing and crying. I'm sure Sylvia is rolling her eyes.

I hold Polina. She says: "When my Tesla gets broken into it makes a loud sound and I start shaking. It's like that now." "You got scared." I say. "Yeah." said Polina.

When class is over I approach her mom and let her know that Polina might've got some water in her lungs, and if she reports chest pain she should see a doctor, but I'm pretty sure she's fine.

Her mother seems a bit stern, a bit closed off, but maybe I only perceive that because of what I know now.

I only knew what to say because of Elliott, my boyfriend. My partner, in some ways.

When I get sad. Crazy. When I break down. Sometimes I act like I'm two or three. I act just like Polina. He says he still loves me, because of my imperfections, even when I'm angry and sad. And, just like Polina, I feel compelled to cry and yowl: "How??" "How is it possible that you love me even when I'm angry? Even when I'm sad? Even when I'm mean?" Really, Polina was testing me. The whole time. She was behaving difficultly because she wanted someone to love her and hold her through it all.

I feel... hopeful, that maybe my words made a little bit of a dent in her psyche. Maybe she can remember.

But I'm sad too. She's like me. She's missing something. I've concluded that independence is the unavoidable outcome to being loved and cared for. When kids feel secure to be who they are, they eventually reach and learn and grow. Kids that listen well, can only listen, because they're calm enough inside to do so. Of course, I'll always appreciate the virtue of rebellion. I think ideally rebellion stems from free thought (an off shoot of independence) and not because you're kicking and screaming because you want to be held.

I want to be held. So badly. When I went and told my dad about this whole thing, it hurt whenever he looked away from me and to the dog sitting on his bed. His attention, split.

The only man who healed me, was the man who held me. And looked at me, and focused on me, and saw me.

Love. Love really is the answer. She'll go back home. Unless her parents get help, she has ten more years, at least, of what she's suffering through. What's worse is that it won't just be at home. It'll be at school too. Other kids will see how she acts up and they might ostracize her.

At least now, I can share my compassion with Sylvia. I can say to her: "Do you think that Polina is acting a little immaturely?" "Yeah." she'll say "Why do you think that is?" I'll say "I don't know." Sylvia will say. "You know how flowers need water to grow?" I'll say "Yeah." Sylvia will say "People need love. Sometimes, when we don't get enough love, we struggle to grow and act maturely. So let's give Polina lots of love and patience, okay?"

Maybe that will help, kids can be surprisingly compassionate when they know the context.

I need to tell Elliott, that I need his attention because I need to be loved. That's why I follow him around and take up space. That's why I acted so "annoying" as a kid, I needed to be seen like I needed air. I wasn't too much. I was, I am, enough. My parents weren't capable of giving me what I needed.

I think that's all I want to say, and I'm thankful for what Yulia taught me.

[doctorwormcore]

I was gone for like not even five days and the past week since I came back my cat has been sleeping in bed next to me every night. Lately he's started sleeping right next to my head and iM NOT CRYYING YOU ARe

[televinita]

Tuesday To-Do List

Wish me luck on my grind tomorrow; if it could STOP SNOWING for one frickin’ day, I need to accomplish all of the following because seriously, only one day in the last 6 has not been absolutely hell weather and I already had commitments all day. I was so ahead of the ball when I started on Monday the 12th, and then snowmageddeon part 1 happened and now I only have basically Tuesday the 20th + maybe the next morning before the winter storm era that goes until Christmas Eve.

THINGS TO DO:

* Get and install a new wiper blade for the car, because the driver’s side one broke over the weekend (main reason I can’t go out if there’s a chance of snow or rain, even if the roads don’t scare me) (...damn it, you know what, I actually could have walked to the automotive store today. It snowed all friggin’ day, but it was pretty light. just too much to drive in without wipers)

* Go to Marshall’s: 1-3 presents for husband, mom and maybe brother (unsure if what the latter wants will be there)

* Pick up library holds that I have to pick up by 12/23

* Go to dollar store for tape and wrapping paper, since I couldn’t get to any estate sales this weekend to grab it cheap. I think this will suffice for the number of presents I have to wrap even if it’s not the best value per square foot, and I know it will at least be in stock.

* Unfreeze and open the damn trunk of the car where I foolishly stored 3 of the presents I bought Monday. May possibly have a roll of wrapping paper in there as well?

* Go to Half Price Books to check for planners for Dad that will suit his needs

* Go to Barnes & Noble where I will definitely be able to find a planner for Dad, but I’ll pay 2-3x as much

* Maybe go grocery shopping??? I have been dying from lack of vegetables for a week

* Get gas, I’m at a quarter tank right now I think so not dire but also, when its this cold you want there to be plenty Just In Case.

And I have to get it all done during daylight because the possibility of the sun is the only thing that will make the freezing temps bearable (high of 8 degrees tomorrow. low tonight is -2). And I woke up at noon today because I was already having trouble falling asleep, and when I finally started to nod off at 2 the cat started being a bitey yowly terror so I didn’t fall asleep until past 3 (and was woken up at least 3 times between 7 and noon), so, uh, good luck to me with falling asleep in time to get up no later than 9 and hopefully not feel like death!

IDK what I would do if the work project hadn’t wrapped up last week. Besides possibly be a little more on the ball with ordering stuff online / forcing myself to go out on Saturday, even despite the awful crowds.

Anyway. I guess the one good thing is that I don’t have to drive very far, all the places I need are within a 5-mile radius.

[waterbearable]

love my roommates cat who does a sad little yowly wail when they leave the house. poor baby. I know that I cannot fix this

[akwardkisses]

I think this sweet little bean is feeling better today. She's had gushy fuds, and been practicing tripping hoomans in the kitchen and been exploring the whole house (including inside the recycling bin) just like a little kitty should. Now she's settling down for a well deserved catnap. I'm so relieved I could cry. Even Edgar seems to be adjusting to Lenore, he's been less and less yowly and he only hissed at her twice last night. This is a huge improvement. Things are definitely looking up. #poverty_hill #homestead #lenore #rescue #kitten #crazycatlady #stayathomecatmom #shesapanther #housepanther #housepanthersofinstagram #alreadyinlove #shesthebabynow #ruralpa #myhappyplace (at Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/B06DSVqgBi3/?igshid=50ub7x9l3tjt

[hussyknee]

Please enjoy this very yowly song about a very horny cat, with guest vocals by the gentleman in question.

(CW: a loud, caterwauling chorus)

From the page:

"Betsy is the cat breeder in the band. She claims she merely transcribed what Callan had to say and had in fact very little to do with the whole songwriting process.

As we began the album with a squawk, we end with a meow, which is actually Callan himself!"

Lyrics:

Our boy kitty Callan is overly maleHe howls and he struts and he calls Testosterone poisoning has turned off his brain So now he just thinks with his balls. Oh yaaaw aaowww rroww-row-ow-ow Hey baby, come here and I’ll jump you If it moves then I’ll screw it There’s just nothin’ to it If it don’t move, it’s easier still Poor Callan’s so desperate for someone to love That he doesn’t care much about gender As long as it’s feline, he gives it a try And implores them with words strong and tender: Oh yaaaw aaowww rroww-row-ow-ow Hey buddy, you mind if I jump you? If it moves then I’ll screw it There’s just nothin’ to it If it don’t move, it’s easier still Now Callan’s quit eating, his mind is on sex He’s singing love songs to the sofa Stuffed animals cringe when he enters the room And he calls to them over and over: Oh yaaaw aaowww rroww-row-ow-ow Hey Teddy, stay put and I’ll jump you If it moves then I’ll screw it There’s just nothin’ to it If it don’t move, it’s easier still When a girl comes to visit, he turns on the charm And he woos her with bravado and song Then his hormones kick in and he jumps on her neck Like a caveman he drags her along Oh yaaaw aaowww rroww-row-ow-ow He sings with his mouth full of girl fur Hey babe, just you wait This is gonna be great Don’t blink or you’ll miss the big moment --  

Cat: rroaw?

[stanford-pines]

Tyr came home today and he loves belly-rubs 🐱💛

[quintaine]

Happy #gingercatappreciationday to this little old lady. Even though she can be grumpy (and yowly) at times, we appreciate every day we have with her. #gingercat #catsofinstagram #seniorcat https://www.instagram.com/p/CTSLFPAgTQ8/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ms-scoliosis]

Ten Facts About Me!

I was tagged by @milky-waee to share ten facts about myself thanks love!!

1. I have Scoliosis which basically means that my spine isn’t straight up and down and it’s actually curved so I’m kind of crooked.. and it pushes my rip cage backward so I have a hump on my back which I always refer to as my “camel hump”

2. I have 3 dogs, one cat, 2 lizards and 3 big fish tanks!! people say my house is like a petting zoo. My dogs are a little bit crazy..

3.  My all time favourite tv show is Glee I would really die for Rachel and Finn they are my loves and I miss Cory ): 

4. In 2015 I was diagnosed with moderate depression and an anxiety disorder, my therapist is unsure what kind of anxiety but she thinks it could be panic disorder 

5. I hate math and wish it would die tbh I’m super bad at it and never understand what half of the questions are even asking

6. I took dance for 14 years and recently had my final year. I took Jazz, Tap, Ballet, Hip Hop, Modern, Open, Musical Theatre and Lyrical. Parts of me miss it but parts of me don’t I know it’s for the best!!

7. I actually really enjoy writing and people say I’m good at it. I would like to write stories but idkkkk

8. I dream of Olive Garden every night before bed and I would do anything for a plate of chicken alfedo and some raspberry iced tea!!

9. I’m naturally a really cold person and everyone thinks I’m cold blooded because when I touch them my hands are always freezing and I like to steal other peoples warmth (: (especially Ians) 

10. I used to hate Hawaiian pizza but now it is my best friend and I would die for it!!! PINEAPPLE GOES ON PIZZA BAEK AND CHANYEOL ALREADY SAID SO  

I will tag @chouxiu @starlightdae @niniblush @blissfulhoseok @chaotic-darling @shes-dreaming-of-lost-stars @minsoakedme @royalyeol @rolexchanyeol @soosgf @kokomyeonie @yowlie

[x-exo]

Hello everyone!!! It’s me, Sofi, and apparently magic does happen because this blog just reached 1k followers!! 🎊🎉 (I can’t believe how you all put up with my antics) So in order to “celebrate” (I put quotation marks because if I could I would personally deliver 5 cakes, 2 flower bouquets and 1 bias to your homes), I’ve decided to make a little Follow Forever to show appreciation to all of those humans running amazing blogs that are making my experience in here one of the best experiences ever 💕 Just wanted to thank you all so much for being the greatest 😊

- blogs who deserve the world

- mutuals

☆ - trocitos de cielo

#-J

@1adyluck @305heaux @92-pcy @artificiallyloving @angel-in-slow-motion @asshun @babysebaek☆ @baekhyunlipchain @baekhyunstolemyeyeliner @bbhtiddies @brbcrawlingtokorea @bulba-suho-r @byunlucid @byunvoyage☆ @cbxo @chaichanyeol @chanyoel @chambaeq @chanyeolsabs @chanyeolsalpha @chogiwanyeol @chokaivlicious @chouxiu @daemondcrystal @deararchimedes @detectivetrabula☆ @dorkyksoo @dsouls @dulcetyeoll☆ @dyo-alone @exotine @glorious-soobooty @grinding-on-baek @hunniedae @igotsiete @iluvpcy @jackbumfan @jacksontienemicorazon @jaedaddy @jjpskitten

K-S

@kaibility @krisinsanity @kpopandlock @my-bobohu @myeoneandonly @ohparkyeol @okaybaekhyun @oohsenun @ohsehunpai @pcypink @pinkjbeom @prestigechaerin @progamerbyun @queen-im☆ @royalyeol☆ @sehunnified @sehuntiful @sefuns @shypcy @squynhty @squishy-chanyeol @smhsehun @spark-chanyeol @suavesehun @subaek @sunkai @sunshineyeols

 T-Z

@the-princejinyoung @thicksehun @whenxoxosmilesunshines @wonhoforjackson☆ @xbaek @yeolology☆ @yourmajestyqueenchelseachels☆ @yowlie

[alien-origins]

Since school is over now and exo are gonna kill us soon with a comeback I thought why not do a follow forever and appreciate some people I think everyone should check out!

Idk if there are any rules for this but yeah I’ve been a kpop(exo) blog for probably a year or less but i’ve had this godforsaken blog for years. I have done a lot of dumb tag yourself memes and dumb edits that resulted in 1.8k followers. I’ve also met and talked to a whole lot of amazing people and I did want to shine some light on these people that make my life a little less horrible and never fails to make me smile!  💞 (this may or may not also be a huge post of me telling ppl how much i love them) 💞

First things first my one and only bro @slavemin ! like bro you always make me laugh with our dumb convos on messenger ily 💓💗💞💞  if you like Junmyeon and cool exo stans then you should really follow. And bro you’re like so soft and amazing can’t wait to die with you @ MAMA 2k17. I also want to do a shout out and tell y’all to check out his youtube channel because wow it’s pure gold and the video he made for me for my bday is like a daily routine at this point it was the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Ily bro, no homo.

@1adyluck my wife, the mother to my future puppers. 💞💓💗💖 You’re probably one of the first people I actually like got to know and I will never forget the drunk asks about daddy Kris like damn I loved you at first sight baby and you kept tagging me in pics of him and I look forward to raise 12 dogs with you. I really love talking to you and you put such a bright smile on my lips and i feel all bubbly and soft.  💘💘💘  literally you’re soooo wonderful I’m so lucky ??? wouldn’t even trade you for yifan’s dick and you know how big that it of me to say.

@04gf girl, I went through our old messages before and we’ve really talked about a lot? We’ve gone through so many topics and I’m really glad we talk because baby you’re so amazing and such a good person. It feels secure to talk to you and you’re literally so cute and i want to make sure you’re happy💞💓💗💖 thank you for being there. 

@ohunshine my baby girl, my child... first things first i don’t deserve your love you’re so soft and pure 💕💝💖  I really love talking to you (and I’m really happy you found nu’est I’m such a proud mother like wow) and I hope you will come to me whenever you need to talk because I want to help you out. never stop being yourself and don’t listen to any snakes trying to ruin your day. You deserve the world and keep working hard and it’ll be yours! But don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself, I don’t want you to be sad or to hurt so remember to sit back and take a few deep breaths. Ily darling💖💖 @crownkingzyx  idk for how long we’ve been mutuals but I remember @/yixingshome tipped me about your blog and I was not disappointed !! and really you’re amzingly chill and I was kinda scared at first because I thought you were cool and I was nervous like always! You’re still cool and you boosted my embroidery self esteem a lot and I want to say thank you x17836 for that ily! 💝💝  ily girl and dang I love talking to you (I’m however sorry for dumping au ideas @ you all the time please don’t leave me) 💕💗💗💞💘 @swaggyt-enthusiast you need to stop with all the zitao before I die I’m a soft swaggy T stan and you’re ruining it :/// (lol but no never stop he’s so beautiful i love the both of you) girl you’re so fun to talk to I never not laugh unless we talk abt more serious things but you’re really amazing don’t forget that. Like you’re huang zitao level amazing 💖💓💞💞  thank you for making my dash a little better and that you make me smile 💖💞💞💘 @kai-aaah sis !!!!!!! I remember I was like really scared of talking to you god I wanted to talk to you but it took some time until we did finally talk and I don’t regret a thing because now I have a wonderful friend and sis :((( 💓💓  it’s always good t hear that you’re doing okay and it makes me happy talking to you and I remember when you sent that “happy best friends day” message I cried it was so cute and god I wish I could’ve hugged you and given you like flowers and braid your hair ily so much 💕💗💞💞💖  @chogiwapark I remember the day we started talking very clearly because I was stuck in school since there was a snowstorm and I thought you were so funny and your love for Luhan is amazing. I enjoy talking to you like I remember after watching the great wall and I was high key a mess and it was nice to yell abt him for a while with you darling ily 💘💘💗💖💞 @bunmyun we haven’t been mutuals for that long either but i still love you and I was so hyped finding out you lived in the nordics. And you’re a beautiful soft suho stan and that’s itself is amazing 💘💗💞 you’re like really funny as well and a hella nice person to have a conversation with! @bulba-suho-r  girl, first of all I’m sorry for dumping shit loads of au idea’s @ you and I still remember that dream where the government told you you had to change your url it was really weird actually i think an ostrich was there as well I never mentioned that detail. ily and i love our talks 💗💓💓💝💖  you provide me of junmyeon and I go through that giant krisho post you sent me now and then and cry. You’re fantastic and never stop being your beautiful funny self 💘💘💘 @princeksoo you’re my beloved child and even if we don’t talk that often it’s really nice talking to you and ily honey so a special shout out to you as well! 💕💘💗💗💞

            💘 and now for general blogs I love seeing on my dash💘

another special shout out to @deathbykaisoo we just started talking but damn I’ve seen you on my dash for so long and your blog is so beautiful and you’re really relatable ily 💕💗💞

a-h: @baeksoup  |  @bright-black-blunder  | @bitchasschanyeol  |  @bvllshts  |  @bomrin-chaebom  |  @cuntykai  |  @cutebaekhyunnie  |  @death-by-jongin  |  @dumblets  |  @duizhangdeluxe  |  @dazzlingkai  |  @exoblesso  |  @galaxychen  |  @huangzts  |  @hztaos  |  

i-p: @icybaozi  |  @irpsychotic  |  @joon420  |  @junmyeonstuff  |  @junmyeonet  |  @koimi  |  @k-suho  |  @kardsine  |  @kimsov  |  @minseoksfav  |  @milkeu  |  @niniandnoodul  |  @official-willis  |  @prankchanyeol  |  @prankchanyall  |  @preciousyeri  |  @pcystuff  |  

q-z: @sakura-gucci-panda  |  @sighboring  |  @slayeol  |  @suhomoodboards  |  @silencesneeze  |  @sulair  |  @sonicdae  |  @ttaengu  |  @tinyjunmyeon  |  @taos-left-eyelid  |  @taonsil  |  @vvu-yi-fan  |  @wheatleyoppa  | @xwxke / @jinsflower  |  @xiukitty  |  @xiaoluxury  |  @yowlie  |  @yubyul  |  @yeriprotectionsquad  |  @yeogibuteora  |  @zyex  |  

123: @4-velvets  |  @7deer-ofthe-dawn7  |  

[firebeez]

Today I came home to find out that my cat, Hot Rod, had died. Hot Rod was... very important to me. I’ve had him since he was little, and we worked through some rough stuff together. He meant the world to me, and I meant the world to him. I loved him so much and I don’t know where to even begin moving on from this... But I have lots of pictures and I guess remembering the good times is a start. I’m going to miss him so much, and I’ll never find a pet like him again.

(rambling about his life under the cut)

Hot Rod was the kitten of our barn cat. He was born in a crawl space at the top of the garage that was a pain in the butt to get to but I still went out to see the kittens a few times until it got colder. They had a nest of warm things and we put a box up there for them so everything was good. Until an incident with an opossum around october resulted in the loss of all the kittens except him. We brought him in mostly starved from the opossum stealing all the food we put out, with a cold and an intense fear of opossum sized animals.

Originally, we had planned on sending him to a family friend who’d wanted one of the kittens, but he had some other plans. When we brought him in i held him a bit to comfort him. No more then a minute or two, but it was enough for him to get attached. He latched onto me and hard. He would stand beside my chair and scream in his raspy, yowly little voice until I picked him up. He smelled like death for weeks and slept all the time. Always on me. He always wanted to be with me, he’d cry and fuss if I tried to put him down. He’d only be okay if I let him stay on my chair when I went to do things.

At the time I was going through a bad depressive phase. I hadn’t figured out that was what it was quite yet, and was getting no help. And this intense love from this scraggly little kitten just... Helped so much. He made me so happy just laying there on me. I couldn’t help but fall completely and utterly in love with him. The only problem being, we had a house rule. No inside cats. And my dad was very strict about it. We argued for weeks about keeping him, I needed him so badly, and he needed me, but dad wouldn't budge. I finally relented, but Hot Rod resolved the issue for me. I went to a friends house for a few days to hang out, and when I came home I got to see the resigned face of my dad and know I won. Turns out, Hot Rod spent the entire time I was gone sitting on my chair and crying for me. Dad finally got that he wasn’t going to cope well with being taken away from me.

So Hot Rod became our first indoor cat since I was seven. He continued to sleep on me as often as he could well into his teen years, and even started sleeping in bed with me. Always pressed tight to my chest, trying to make sure he was touching me as much as possible. He eventually grew out of how touchy he was, but he never stopped loving me the most. He got independent, but he’d still follow me around and stay near by. He’d wait for me to get up in the morning and walk with me to the bathroom, then downstairs. He couldn’t stand if I was in a room with him closed out. When ever I went away from a few days he’d get upset, he wouldn’t cry any more but he’d pester my family incessantly.

He hated kisses but loved belly rubs. Dad called him rocket and would give him the best rubs. He’d sit with my mom some evenings and bat at her yarn while she crocheted. He slept in piles with our dogs and stole my brothers spot on the couch. But he always came back to me. He never completely stopped wanting to lay on me. To just be there with me. He was my baby, for ever. And god.. Im going to miss him so much..

[vladma]

Dunes

The sun beat down on their heads. The sands were still but somehow it penetrated every inch of them. In their eyes, in their noses, in their fur leaving a grimy grit as it combined with the sweat of heat and exhaustion.

They paused at the peak of a dune. The lead scanning the bleak surroundings of sand and sun. There was nothing but the infinite rolling dunes.

“Kerash, we’re lost. Just admit it.” The much smaller of the three dropped to the sands, limbs as empty with will as their waterskins were of water.

Kerash hissed with annoyance. “We are not! The map said north. We go north!” His hand gestured; against the sun.

The little one groaned and lapped at the last few drops of moisture that clung to the lip of the skin.

The third watched Kerash. Then pressed their nose to the map. Then looked around them.  A quiet moment passed as he thought. In the meantime Kerash yanked the map from his hands.

The third simply looked to Kerash in mild amusement tthat was weighted by irritation as yet unmanifested. It boiled beneath. “But Kerash….the sun sets in the north. We’ve been going south. And look,” he gestured to the sands and a small half worn trail in a neighboring dune. “Either we’re not the only ones or those are ours. We’re lost.”

Kerash snorted and chuffed at the two. The smaller held in a laugh before it burst out. “I told you Kerash, na. We’re lost.”

Kerash snapped at the smallest and spit back, “We are not, Jedah! See, just look at the map. We’re here, and the oasis is this way. Just over these hills.”

She chuffed at him. “I’m sorry. You’re lost. Yowli, we’ll die out here if he leads.” The small one’s tone dropped. Her eyes met Yowli’s with all seriousness;  with fear.

Yowli took a deep breath. Kerash began to steam.

This is what I wrote for my assignment in writing class today. Art is an environment/character study I did some time ago.