#me with her two baby kittens for me to feed her and when my dog saw them he went crazy in my arms

[kaidabakugou]

genuinely want to cry rn, like i’m never leaving my house ever again y’all

[yelenasdiary]

Yelena pet request

Yelena finds stray cats and dogs. She can't bear(bare?) to leave them behind, so she takes them home to clean them and feed them. Make sure they are well taken care of and loved. Reader can't be mad about it bc of how caring and loving yelena is towards them. And of course, how adorable the pets are.

Forever Home

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader

Summary: Yelena comes home with a new family member that you fall in love with instantly. 

Comfort & Fluff 

Warnings: Mentions of Animal Abuse? (kitten in bad shape, nothing too detailed or actual details of abuse towards an animal!), Mentions of Red Room | 1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x 

It's been a little over two months since you last saw Yelena. Whenever Valentina had a job for her, you never really knew just how long Yelena would be away for. There was always communication between you both, so you always knew she was safe, but you missed her dearly. Last week, Yelena mentioned that she had a surprise for you and that she couldn't wait for you to see it. Your mind hasn't been able to stop endlessly thinking about what the surprise could possibly be.

Last night, Yelena texted you saying she'd be home in the afternoon and that she couldn't wait to just be home. You were excited to see her again, to hug her tightly, to feel her arms around you once again. You were sure that if Fanny could talk, she would agree that sometimes the apartment just felt empty without Yelena. 

Fanny was rescued by Yelena when her and Natasha took down the Red Room, she told you that during the destruction of the Red Room that Fanny came out of the near by bushes. Her eyes were full of fear from the falling building in front of her. Slowly, she wandered up to Yelena as if she knew that Yelena was somebody safe, somebody who could protect the lost soul and she was right. Yelena took Fanny home, gave her a home, real love and when you first met Fanny, Yelena commented on how calm Fanny was around you and said it was probably a good sign that she liked you. 

You loved seeing the giant pups tail wag excitedly whenever you mentioned Yelena's name around her, she was just as excited to see Yelena again as you were. But poor Fanny wasn't expecting the little surprise when she did come home in the late afternoon. She opened the door to your shared apartment, Fanny running towards her to greet her like she always did but she stopped in her tracks and tilted her head at the blonde. 

"Hi Fanny!" Yelena smiled softly, dropping her bag at her feet with her free hand before she slowly rested on her knees at Fanny's level. Hearing Yelena's voice only brought happiness to you, a smile and a sigh of relief to know your loved one was finally home. As you turned the corner of the small hall that led to the front door, your eyes widened at the scene before you. 

Fanny was curiously sniffing the small kitten that Yelena held closely to her, Yelena looked up at you and smiled softly, "surprise detka" she said softly not to startle the interaction between Fanny and the small kitten. "Oh my god!" You whispered in awe, you waited patiently for Fanny to have her moment with the new family member before Yelena gently handed you the little ball of fur. "She wouldn't stop following me on night and I couldn't just leave her out in the cold. She's looking a lot better than she did, I'm not sure if she was a pet or if she's a stray but she had been having a hard time. I hope it's okay I brought her home" Yelena explained, not that you were truly listening, you were too distracted by the beauty of the little baby.

All four of her legs were white, she had darker fur for most of her small body, a little lighter in the face with more white fur on her face and chest and her eyes were a grayish/green color. She was light, lighter than most kittens, her fur was a little patchy showing you the signs of her rough life before she found Yelena. Her right eyes was still recovering from an infection but all in all, you could see just how grateful she was to be rescued. 

"She's adorable" you smiled softly as you gave the little kitten a cuddle. 

"Her name is Aziza. It's Arabic for beloved precious and mighty" Yelena replied, "I need to book her into our vet so she can get a proper check over, the vet I was able to find when I found her was good, but they had limited recourses" she added. 

"We can do that first thing tomorrow" you replied just as Fanny tapped your left leg with her paw. You looked down at her and smiled softly, "what do you think Fanny? You love you little sister already?" you coo'd before gently placing little Aziza on the floor. Fanny was so tender and carefully with her, she allowed the kitten to sniff her and even laid down for her to climb all over her. Both you and Yelena watched in awe as the two animals bonded before Yelena unzipped her bag and pulled out a few cans of cat food and wandered into the kitchen to put them away. 

"As for you" you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around the blonde from behind, "why don't you go take a shower and we can take a trip to the store to get our new baby some toys and other supplies" you added as Yelena turned to face you, your arms still wrapped around her. Being able to look into her green eyes once again left you almost speechless, you'll never get over just how beautiful she truly is. 

She kissed you deeply, making up for all the times she couldn't just pull you close and kiss you. "Sounds like a good plan" she whispered before pulling away to take a shower. 

----

The next morning, you woke up before Yelena, you wanted her to get all the sleep she needed so you left her to do so. When you wandered into the small living room, your heart melted at the sight of Fanny and Aziza curled up asleep together. You noticed that her new toys had been played with she had used her litter box. She woke the moment she heard you pick up her food bowl. 

She came running into the kitchen with a soft meow, melting your heart. "Good morning sleepy head" you said, looking down at her. Fanny followed behind her, "I've got some treats for you too big girl" you added with a smile. 

Yelena could bring home another cat, dog or even a bird and you would fall in love with them instantly. It only showed you just how big Yelena's heart truly was and you loved her even more for it.

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[kisscara]

Hello! Can I request scara with a s/o that really loves cats, like they stop by cats on the street to pet them and regularly feeds the cats around their area and adopted a cat or two? love how the re-write is going btw! Ty!

cat fever [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, fluff

a/n: NAURR SRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT TYY

it's scaramouche's first time stepping foot inside of your house.

it's also his first time meeting your five cats, which includes two kittens.

"kuni, you're not truly my boyfriend if you haven't memorized my lovely felines by name," you giddily say, dragging him into your bedroom.

scaramouche doesn't get you.

what do cats have, that he doesn't? he's got everything down pat, besides the obvious things like physical characteristics of course. from the large ego to the sharp glare, he's just like a cat.

maybe that's why you were so drawn to him the first time you two met.

"kuni, this is ako!" you bend down to pick up a small brown kitty with white fur trailing up from its stomach to its mouth.

"she was born two weeks ago. isn't she cute?" you grin as you present the hyperactive kitty to scaramouche. he experimentally pokes the tummy and it purrs in response.

you press a kiss to her head and set her back down onto the floor of your room. scaramouche tilts his head, muttering, "how do you sleep at night with all of these?"

you ignore his question and sit down, allowing two cats to leap into your lap. you smile up at him.

"the black one is sayo and the brown one is lisa. lisa is ako's mom," you explain, patting their heads. scaramouche sits by you and almost instantly, does another kitty welcome herself onto his thighs. scaramouche flinches and you giggle, "that's rinko. don't worry, she's just excited to have another visitor."

scaramouche hesitates before giving it an awkward pat on the head. this cat of yours has beautiful pitch black eyes and gray fur. it seems to favor your guest. scaramouche rubs the ears and rinko mewls. you beam, "see, they aren't that bad!"

suddenly, he feels two paws pushing at his waist. "oh, there's yukina. he's the only male out of all of my cats and kittens." you usher the white cat over with a tsk, "yuki, come here, baby." yukina is lured towards your call and he crawls by your side instead.

ako cries out of lack of attention and scaramouche looks at her in pity. carefully, trying not to make you notice, he gestures for the kitty to join you two.

but nothing slips past you when someone else is with your cats. you tease him in a lilting tone, "have you grown a bond with one of them already?"

scaramouche sputters in a flustered state. "n-no. i still like dogs better." and he says all of this while eagerly petting rinko and ako's heads. you frown, "don't end up liking my pets more than me."

he suddenly raises a brow with a sly smile, "i never said anything whenever you'd run off to greet a street cat."

you look elsewhere, forcing a laugh, "oh, really? i don't recall such an event." scaramouche hums, "not only that, but you spend most of your allowance on things like cat toys instead of gifts for me."

you accusingly gasp, "isn't my affection enough!? plus, i do give you gifts... just not as often as i give them to my cats."

sayo curiously looks between you and him. lisa licks at ako's head in the middle of it all.

you cross your arms and huff, "and you're basically saying my kisses and hugs aren't worth the price of inanimate objects." scaramouche places his hand on his face, "i guess you got me there."

your jaw drops in shock, "so it's true?" he shakes his head in amusement and leans over to press a kiss on the corner of your lips.

you blankly stare at him as he resumes his previous sitting position. yukina meows. "wait, one more time. you didn't get it properly." at your remark, scaramouche laughs.

he sits closer to you and cups your face in his hands before slotting his lips into yours. sayo, getting the signal that something bad was happening to their owner, tugs at scaramouche's shirt. however, rinko knowingly mewls and doesn't interfere with the situation.

scaramouche pulls away and you clasp your hands together, sighing with your eyes closed, "what gift could possibly be better than that, kuni?" he smiles, "a ring." you wave him away, frantically saying, "it's too early, don't get any ideas yet!"

a little later, scaramouche agreed with helping you feed the cats.

"there's a name on each bowl and it's important that they eat from their own because there's a specific amount i give." you place pieces of meat in every bowl and scaramouche wordlessly watches while rocking rinko in his arms.

the cats, perceiving the fact that their food was in the process of being readied, politely wait for you to finish up. you lead every single one to their designated bowl and allow them to eat up for dinner.

you hold up one finger, saying, "let's do a practice run." you point to the black cat. "what's their name?" you glance at scaramouche and he silently ponders. "that was... erm," scaramouche squints his eyes and rubs his chin. "obviously ako." he proudly smirks, crossing his arms.

his reign of victory fades away when you bluntly say, "wrong." you crouch down to pet the cat and correct him, "this is sayo. she probably doesn't like you anymore, now that you've mistaken her for ako. she's a very picky one when it comes to people."

scaramouche's shoulders sink and he utters, "reminds me of myself."

you laugh and stand back up. "maybe you should help me give them a bath. it might be easier to tell who's who when their fur is soaking wet and they're trying to escape the suds and the water!" you playfully prod, emitting a sigh from the male.

"don't cats hate baths? are you trying to get me killed?" scaramouche raises a brow.

you frown, "oh, i'm not that heartless, kuni! you can borrow my arm length gloves; i don't use them anymore since they got used to me bathing them." you hand him the said gloves and he puts them on. "thanks... i guess."

but oh boy, giving your cats a bath was probably the biggest obstacle scaramouche had to experience in his entire life.

he didn't get how you could just kneel there, bending over the side of the tub as you calmly dealt with their tantrums like it happened everyday, which was possibly the reason why you were used to it by now.

although, you were right. it did give scaramouche a chance to find out which cat is which, with you giving him commands the entire time.

"kuni, watch out for yukina! n-no, that one's rinko! ah, is that a dead mouse? wait, can you get lisa for me? kuni, that's ako!" yeah, it was a wild time.

scaramouche groans and plops onto your bed out of exhaustion. you sit next to him and laugh, "i'm guessing you should know their names by now." ako is in your arms and her teeth dig into your finger over and over. scaramouche notices this and looks at you.

do you have a high pain tolerance or something?

as if you read his mind, you say, "ako is teething; it's natural for her to have the need to bite into things. she doesn't bite too hard so it doesn't pain me or anything." you prop the kitten to sit in your lap and you coo, "isn't that right, ako?"

ako mewls in response. scaramouche murmurs, "i see." he adds, "i can't believe you can manage five cats all on your own. i thought you weren't even capable of keeping me alive." his lighthearted joke emits a giggle from you.

"oh, hey!" you add with a grin, "you can be my cats' father!" scaramouche suddenly deadpans, "what?"

"yeah, i'm their parent and that means you're their father now." you give him a swift kiss on the cheek, leaving the male speechless. scaramouche sighs, "i never would have imagined being a father of five..."

© kisscara

[koolades-world]

Animal lover Mc!

y'all one of the first questions I had when I started playing obey me was "what is going to happen to my pets while I'm gone??" obviously I would find a way to bring them with me I will NOT be separated from my babies just for some hot demon men

currently I have three cats and a dog, all rescues and eight foster kittens, like, who's gonna feed that many critters for the whole durations of the exchange program not to mention I would miss them!

the first question mc is asking is "where is my entourage?" and when Dia asks what, they're gonna continue to describe their pets in a way only a pet owner would understand. Lucifer understands because he himself is a pet owner

"Welcome to the Devildom! Any questions?"

"where is my entourage?"

"What are you talking about?"

"you know, my zoo? my shadows? my cutie babies? my sillies? my children?"

"Oh, do you mean your pets?"

"Lucifer how did you understand that"

life in the HoL is about to get ten times more chaotic let me tell you

since my dog is a rescue we don't know too much about her past but she does not like tall men and omg what a coincidence! the HoL is all tall men!!1! anyone that doesn't look like me is a red flag to her she's super sweet though once you give her time (one time my school bestie shook a posterboard at her like three years ago and she still remember it to this day and hates him for it)

she warms up eventually if you respect her and listen to her whims but girl... we all know Lucifer would be too prideful to conform to what a dog wants that isn't Cerberus. Satan is a cat person, Beel is a literal giant, Levi would be afraid. she would def like Mammon since he kinda looks like my dad, Belphie is always asleep and therefore can't be a threat to her, and everyone loves Asmo! including me and my dog!

idk about other dogs but my dog just loves to beg and I give in every time. Beel is always eating and probably will give her a little too since he also seems like the puppy eyes would work on him.

I feel like dogs love Levi but he's probably afraid

"AWUBCUOBWVCGJ MC HELP"

"Levi we talked about this"

"THAT THING IS THE REAL DEMON"

"Are we talking about the same dog? The one that gets excited every time someone arrives home? The one that does a cute little roll over trick? The one that warms your feet on cold nights?"

"DEMON DOG"

"She's just looking at you"

"IT GOT CLOSER WVADUVJIOSUBSDFO"

"Not helping you"

all of my personal cats are kinda jerks lol... don't get me wrong I love them but like if you aren't used to them (or if they aren't used to you) you will get bitten. two of them have valid excuses, one is an old man, a curmudgeon if you will, and one is a blind kitten so she doesn't take well to new sounds, especially new voices. but my other cat, about three years old now is literally just a brat LOL he once attacked me in my sleep cause i moved a little too much love him tho

just cat things in general, they knock over everything on counters and shelves, they zoom around in the middle of the night, they attack ankles! Satan is in love but Lucifer nearly kicks them

the middle cat loves to sleep in my bed with me, like right on top of me. on my head, on my chest, on my stomach, on my shoulder, on my face. so like, there's no room for anyone else in my bed. yes there might physically be room but my cat's ego is so big there isn't room for another

sorry hot demon men my cat comes first

Belphie would make an excellent pillow for all cats, he's warm, he doesn't move much and he won't care

"Do you know where Belphie is?"

"My room, but don't bother."

"Why?"

"The cats have taken him as their own"

"THAT SHOULD BE ME"

The more Asmo doesn't want cats in his room the more the cats will want to enter his room

omg Satan is about to be your bestie so much quicker than in the original arc. I love the love and care that was placed into befriending Satan but this is the quickest way into his heart

"You must be the exchange student. I... what's in there?"

"My cats"

"Lucifer is letting you have them in the house?"

"Yes?"

"You're coming with me. Bring the cats."

"What does that mean? Do you like cats?"

"there are no words to describe my love for cats as deeply as I care for them. they are magnificent creatures. you have single handily done what I have tried to do for millennia. you are my best friend now"

"We will get along just fine"

This isn't even mentioning all of the strange Devildom critters Mc would def befriend

They drag a different brother along each time to feed weird animals that show up in their yard

Feeding stray cats with Satan!!

Dia would totally take them on expeditions to go see Devildom animals in the wild even during school days

Speaking of that, Dia also makes regular trips to the HoL to visit any and all pets

He will never hear the end of it from Barb oh god he will die from all the animal fur he brings back with him

I love rodents but Barb does not...

Nobody tell him that Mc may or may not have a rodent

Mc rescues all of the rats that Barb tries to eliminate and sets them free far away from the castle

the possibilities are endless with this might make a part two

[bumblinv]

---  omaticayan (house) cats ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

feauturing neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, tuk

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

: ̗̀➛ tuk ; tabby kitten

“what breed is she?” 

“just a little girl”

you don’t know her exact breed

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

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

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

she was like your own child

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

the bravest little kitten you’ve ever know

but the silliest too, 

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

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

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

you would crochet matching hats for you and her

overall, the best lil girl ever

_

: ̗̀➛ lo’ak ; bengal cat

do i need to say more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_

: ̗̀➛ kiri ; persian cat

she so bougie ngl

and a little moody too

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

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

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

things we do for our cats ammirite

half of your life savings went to her

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

she spoiled as hell

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

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

_

: ̗̀➛ neteyam ; golden retriever

I KNOW I SAID CATS

but none of yall could deny

even as a person, he got that golden retriever personality 

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

calm and loving, 

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

have i mention that he loves cuddling? 

but remember he’s huge

would crush you every time he cuddles into your lap

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

[deadbydangit]

As I was about to write something else, I noticed two bunnies hopping along in my backyard and it gave me an idea for something else. Please enjoy!

When the Reader brings home an animal.

Deathslinger, Nightmare, Spirit, Trickster, Ghostface

Deathslinger

He would've been perfectly content just drinking in the bar with just you.

And it had been that way for a long time.

Till you came back one day hiding something in your shirt.

"Okay. I'll bite. What is it?"

He thought you were hiding a gift or something.

He wasn't expecting you to pull out a kitten.

"No."

No matter how much you plead and cry.

No, don't give him those puppy dog eyes.

No, you can't-

Ugh, he can stay the night.

Okay, only till he finds a good home.

Well... He's your cat now.

You walked in on him one day, speaking to someone.

"Alright Fluffy. Now I may be the man around here, but if I'm not around you gotta promise to protect them. Ya' here?"

The cat was on the bar table next to him, lapping up a bowl of water.

Talking to the kitty like they were old friends.

He doesn't really do the baby talk thing.

"I trust you. I know you love them as much as I do. So we have to work together."

Don't tell Caleb you saw that.

He'll totally deny it.

But if his little Fluffy catches a rat, he's going to put that cat on a pedestal.

He's super proud of his cat.

"Look at that Darlin'. We won't be having any pest problems."

Nightmare

No, stop. Stop right there.

You're trying to sneak something in. He can tell.

Empty your pockets....

Both of them!

A frog?

Where did you get a frog?

Whatever, no, you can't keep it.

No, don't look at him like that. The answer is no.

No. Seriously.

Augh! Fine! But he wants nothing to do with the damned thing.

It's your pet. Not his. He won't be taking care of it.

You started noticing books on frog care around the house.

"It's not good to give them water that hasn't been purified."

"You aren't feeding him enough."

"You can't touch them like that."

So much for it being all your pet.

He's basically taking over.

It's like he's taking the frog as his own child.

It's pretty cute to walk in and see Freddy having full conversations with the frog.

"So yeah, trials were pretty good today. That David asshole really got what was coming to him."

Don't remind him of the time when he didn't want the little critter.

Because he will firmly deny it.

Spirit

It's a toss up over who would be the first to bring an animal home.

You don't even have to try and sneak it in.

Is that a puppy?

And Rin is all over the dog.

Kisses, hugs, plans on what you'll need to get, and all the possible names!

She is a huge softy for animals, especially fluffy ones.

"Oh! Let's keep her!"

She's the type to bring any animal home and ask to keep them.

And the baby talk this girl can do.

"Who's my wittle pumpkin? Who's the cutest wittle baby ever? It's you! Mommy woves you. Yes she does."

She won't even care if you're in the room to witness this.

Hell, join her in spoiling the puppy.

And outfits, she has so many outfits for the dog.

You have no idea where they even came from.

You will never see that pup without something on.

Hair bows, bandanas, hats, sometimes even little shirts or dresses.

She will find matching clothes for the three of you.

Don't think this dog won't be the most spoiled thing ever.

Trickster

Are you hiding something from him?

You are!

What's this? You've been hiding a bunny in your closet?!

He doesn't really care that you've been hiding it.

He's upset that it might receive more attention than him.

Ji-Woon is the super jealous type.

So jealous that he'll be glaring at this rabbit whenever you're carrying it.

Whenever you say you're about to go feed your bunny or play with them, Ji-Woon refuses to let you go.

You should pay more attention to him.

You should only pay attention to him.

Isn't he enough?

He'll come around though.

If the bunny makes you that happy, then he'll tolerate it.

Just make sure to give both of them lots of attention.

Ghostface

He actually was the one to bring the animal in.

"Hey babe, check out what I found!"

That's a snake.

That... Is that safe?

"Don't worry. He's super chill, see?"

He will shove that snake in your face.

He seems to have really tamed this animal.

You're going to be the one taking care of the snake.

It's name is Hisses, apparently.

"Yeah, like kisses, but he hisses. So it's Hisses. Get it."

Being terrible at naming things aside.

Danny is really happy.

The way he shows off his darling snake.

"Hey Sally! Look!"

He really enjoys showing people who are or potentially are afraid of snakes.

That power he gets over them.

It's going to get him into a significant amount of trouble.

But he's just so happy, and who are you to take that happiness away from him.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

I finally have time to read your lovely work after being to busy with life and no longer staring longingly at every notification I get from you, I’m sobbing I’m crying. You have me in a chokehold. Everything you write is just so good!

What has me in a chokehold hold so hard is Gaz and pup fr going to make fan art of that later<3

Animal update

On a different note I’ve been so busy because I keep attracting babies? I found my two kittens a home only to come back from visiting family in Germany to have another kitten in my house because the care taker thought it was one of my cats.

This is little miss stranger danger, she will be staying with me as she was a wild dog a nightmare when she spent the night at someone’s home that wanted to adopt her.

But besides her, baby skunks and possums have been born, two coyote pups also showed up that we gave them treatment for mange. Once they got there fur back haven’t seen em since really they don’t care for my cats luckily but they like the cat food.

Trevor is dumb and tried to play with the skunks almost got sprayed😭☠️

Aw im so glad you got to read Reign and you enjoyed it! Eeee 🥰 the Gaz and Pup chemistry is so good, I like just writing them banter because honestly their chats just write themselves. Besties 💕

I’ve missed your animal updates, your house is always so chaotic I love it bahahaha

Look at that absolute princess 🥰 I love her swishy tail, she is an absolute keeper. The cat distribution system served you well on this one, even if you didn’t bargain having another cat 😂

That’s good the coyotes aren’t trying to snack on any kitties! They must’ve learned in their short time at yours that cats are friends not food 🦈

Aww Trevor, poor baby having to get a bath! Love having those big ol ears on my feed again

[hella1975]

I think I think of feral cats in a similar way you do dogs and the motifs of it all. Like I do understand the dog motif thing 100% but it didn’t make me go crazy but I realized for like a year or two now, if I think too hard about feral cats I will start crying and then think of how I can write that in my book. Like a semi feral cat that you have to slowly introduce to everything and make sure it feels safe the entire time but it’s never been inside or with nice people or had a bed and a litter box and easy access food before so it’s scared! It doesn’t trust you! And there’s sometimes esp with feral kittens where you have to force it just a little bit, pet them despite the hissing so that they HAVE to face that fact that they like it. Thinking of a feral mother/pregnant cat being picked up by a rescue and we of course know this is a good thing, there needs to be less kittens outside and they need to have safe homes. But the mother doesn’t know and she can’t follow them because it’s her nature to fight the hand that feeds, not lean into it. She has to to survive. But now she has babies and she’s in an environment she doesn’t trust and she has to eat to keep her babies fed too but she doesn’t want to eat here and let her guard down but she has to. She doesn’t want to be in pain delivering her babies and be so vulnerable here but she has no choice she’s in a cage. There’s food and water and blankets but there’s also a hand that takes her babies (to weigh them and socialize them) or to poke and prod her (check ups). And then one day her babies aren’t there, she’s fixed, and back on the street. And life is better, she’s not forced to have kittens anymore but she’s not hand fed or protected from the elements and she still has to be on guard 24/7 anyway. She can’t have the life her babies get to, but at least they get to. LIKE IM INSANE I think about this all the time too, and some people will call characters feral cats but they mean it artificially or playfully, I’m thinking so hard. Like in taob, they rescue Zuko, he can’t eat in front of people even though he knows he can trust them, he lashes out when feeling threatened but mostly he hisses (like recently lashing out at the group verbally), Sokka in some ways has to force him to be more comfortable because they need him to heal they can’t let him go (again), but this kid has a chance to have a better life than he has. But it has to be without him (without only him at least), Zuko can’t have that life. Not after everything he’s seen. Zi Se won’t even remember their time, won’t remember a time he was scared of every hand or fire, he’ll just be a normal kid to a normal adult. Do you see what I’m saying? I feel crazy - 🫐

ME AND YOU ARE HAVING A SOCRATIC SEMINAR ABOUT ANIMAL MOTIFS RN WE BOTH HAVE PRE-PREPARED POWERPOINTS ON OUR ANIMAL OF CHOICE IM NODDING ENTHUSIASTICALLY THROUGH ALL OF THIS

[theoriginalmarke]

TONGUE TWISTER TUESDAY

She stood on the balcony, inexplicably mimicking him hiccuping, and amicably welcoming him in.

In local news, the sun came up and eventually night came. I slept, I woke up. I let the dogs out. I fed the dogs, and then let the dogs out again. Lather rinse repeat.

I skipped lunch yesterday. That doesn't happen often, but I haven't had much of an appetite lately. I did fix a late breakfast. Two eggs, two slices of bacon, and two slices of toast. That was enough to hold me until supper which was two bowls of soup.

That soup I made the other day? I'm still getting through it. Still delicious, but soup every day is a lotta soup. What doesn't get eaten today will probably get tossed. I've souped all I can soup, I just can't soup no more.

Send toast to ten tense stout saints’ ten tall tents.

The crazy neighbor's cats and kittens have been a bright spot each day, even when they are brats. Miss Sassy, for example. The one who follows me around, talks to me, but still won't let me pet her. Yesterday she jumped up and grabbed the phone out of my hand because I was filming instead of feeding. Brat.

A tree toad loved a she-toad who lived up in a tree. He was a three-toed tree toad, but a two-toed toad was she.

Now if you'll excuse me it's time to let the dogs out. Again.

I love you, baby. I'm grateful for you. SMOOCHES!

Y'all have a great day.

[blorbologist]

Cat’s Cradle - Chapter 12

Ch 1 … Ch 11

With Curio inbound in the next few days, the division of space needs to be re-organized. Complicating factors include, but are not limited to: Curio’s recovery following an intensive surgery, five of the kittens having never actually nursed from her, Trinket’s boundless enthusiasm for everything, Curio’s unknown disposition towards dogs, a quarantine period being ideal, and Vex’s sanity.

So: Curio in the bathroom, kittens in Vax’s bedroom where Percy sleeps, and an improvised baby gate to keep Trinket away from both. 

Trinket does not take this exile well.

“Awww, buddy,” Vex coos as they move the kittens. The sad, sad whites of Trinket’s eyes show as he looks up at him from where he’s melted into his doggy bed. His tail thumps pathetically, jowls puddled onto the floor. There’s a hopeful twitch of his ears when Percy looks at him - 

“Ignore him, darling, he’s trying to pull at the heartstrings.”

Percy huffs. “Well, it’s certainly working.” 

--

Trinket forgives him for the unabashed cruelty. 

Vex shoots him a knowing look when she returns from work the next day to find no less than four new toys, already well-loved and drooled on, all over the apartment. 

Percival is not above bribery. 

--

With the kittens now in the room with him, Percy finds he does not really need the alarm anymore - they wake him up quite readily, the little fiends. They quickly begin to expect prompt service from him, given he’s so near. He thinks it’s Ratchet that clues into the light of his phone meaning he’s awake, meaning he can hear them, meaning she can throw a tantrum and get fed. The rest of the litter catches on surprisingly quickly.

“Too smart for your own good,” he mutters, proud and peeved in equal measure. 

--

It’s something like two, three in the morning when Percy wakes to the kittens throwing their very best impression of a riot. 

He scrambles upright, pawing at the bedside for his glasses. There’s light from a phone, and a shape, and - 

“Shit - Percy, it’s me,” Vex whispers quickly. He sits, frozen, tangled in the sheets - she kneels, frozen, by the kittens. Though her phone’s light is pointed their way, the ambient glow to it makes her into a fae. Smoothed, wild-eyed, hair a briar thicket. A nymph, maybe. “I couldn’t sleep - wanted to check on them.”

“By all means,” he grumbles, dragging the comforter over his head. 

He can feel her wince from here. “Sorry, darling. I’ll feed them while I’m at it - in the kitchen.”

“Much appreciated, dear.” He’s not going to object to more sleep if it’s so readily offered. Percy’s out like a light before Vex is out the door.

--

Percy vaguely registers Vex sneaking back in to return the basket of kittens to their place next to the closet. It’s not quite enough to wake him, just stir a gurgle and a smile from him before he finds slumber again.

--

The door opens again.

“Vex?” Percy yawns. 

She sighs, trying to put a stopper on her irritation, not quite succeeding. “Trinket got into the garbage. And then on my bed, while I was feeding the kittens.”

“Revolting,” he sympathizes. 

The door closes. 

Vex doesn’t leave. 

“Vex’ahlia?”

“Scoot over, darling.”

He scoots, because it’s Vex and he’s pliant to her whims, even when he can’t quite grasp them. 

Percy thinks he blinks. He must doze off, for a disorienting moment, because Vex is under the covers. In the bed. In this bed. With him.

“What are you doing?” mumbles Percy, because he’s genuinely not all there, still all dreaming, or this feels very much like a dream. He’s familiar with the sort, though there’s more color and everything is somehow sharper. 

It registers, then. Just at the fuzzy periphery of consciousness: her settling in disturbing his sheets because she’s under them, too. The glow of warmth he feels, faintly, at his back. The dip of weight, father down, where her legs must be.

“My room stinks, Percy.” 

He hums. Yes, that’s unfortunate. He would not want to spend the night in a room perfumed with garbage and dog drool. 

It must come out like a question, because she swallows, adds: “And I - might have had a dream, earlier, and - usually we’ll get up and watch some cable until the mumbling knocks me out, but-”

But Vax’ildan isn’t here. 

“We could do that,” Percy says, because if that would ease her he’s more than happy to comply. 

“You’re beat, darling,” she says. “I’m beat. I just -”

He means to promise you can stay. What comes out instead is, “Hrng, stay?”

The relief is palpable. “Thank you, Percy.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he thinks he says, “I snore.”

She snorts and jabs him with her foot. The nails are surprisingly sharp. 

--

He does not snore.

It turns out sleeping on your back is great for relaxing your airways. 

For a habitual side-sleeper as Percival, who has tried and failed to accomplish the feat before, it really comes as a surprise to wake to his back flat to the mattress, sound muffled so kindly by the pillow. 

He knows he does not snore because there’s Vex, her head on his chest, who smiles. Mumbles, still drowsy, “You didn’t snore.”

“Ah,” says Percival. 

He is, immediately, keenly, very much awake. 

Shifts slightly. Vex isn’t. 

(She could be feigning it - usually she’s clear-headed hours before he.)

(Or maybe her body really needed the safe slumber.)

“Sleep well?” he rumbles. Way deeper than usual - he does not dare clear his throat of it. 

“The excellentest.”

Oh, good gods. This is a dilemma. 

The kittens will need to eat shortly. He could let her get more shut-eye, but that would require moving, and that would disturb her. She deserves the comfort, and if it’s his fate to be a pillow, well, he’s been worse before. But isn’t it selfish, to drink this in? 

(Her breath is muse for gooseflesh, her weight day-drinking intoxicating, her hair would so dearly appreciate a combthrough with his fingers, and her thigh thrown over - have mercy.)

He must tense, to some degree, because it’s not long until she comes to more fully and freezes - 

and then deliberately relaxes, snuggling a little closer. Her ears are a little ruddy - a dusting over her nose, too. He can feel her sleepy grin.

(She can absolutely feel his heart hammering through his soft old t-shirt.)

“Good morning, darling,” she whispers. Maybe in the hopes he does not hear, maybe in the hopes the sound does not escape the moment, maybe just because she can and knows he’s close enough even her silences reach him easily. 

“Morning, Vex.” As if he could do anything but echo her. 

They don’t move.

The litter, keenly watching for movement, interrupt with an orchestral rendition of breakfast, right now, please. 

--

Percy extracts himself, though it requires the mental equivalent of a claw hammer. How he sympathizes with the stubborn nail, pried away from where it believes it belongs. 

Vex grumbles, perilously irate, so in a split second decision he shucks his sleep shirt, puts it on a pillow and gingerly slides it her way. Her arms almost snap shut around the bait, before he’s even grabbed a new shirt.

He’s fairly certain he’s going to hell, at this rate. 

--

By the time Vex is ambulatory, the kittens are fed, Trinket’s been walked and just about everything Percy can strip from her bed or the living room has been tossed in the wash. 

“Told you so,” she singsongs when she spies his crinkled nose.

[heaven-surrounds-you]

your cats... show them to me... please...🙏

I have too many cats but that’s bc I also take care of an outdoor feral cat community. Anyways here’s the indoor cats going in birth order.

MY TUMBLR WONT LOAD THE PICTURES FOR SOME REASON??? ONCE IT DOES ILL SHOW THEM TO YOU.

Beans (5 years old, gray tabby with orange eyes)

Her real name is Athena but when she was a baby she almost got crushed by a family sized can of Bush’s Baked Beans so. Beans.

I trained her to high five and do handshakes last year when I was extremely high and waiting on my food to warm up. I’m currently teaching her the difference between my left and right hand.

Got in trouble last week for ripping open and eating bags of kitten food for the outdoor cats even though she has plenty of food.

Val (4 years old, tortie with orange eyes, Beans’ niece)

Her name is short for Valentine but I mainly just call her Mouse bc she has a very tiny face and big ears

She is married to my dog. They are wives and there’s no debating it.

Her favorite color is dark blue. And her favorite toy is a dark blue spiral hair tie. She chirps whenever she finds it and will carry it around the house.

Cupid (4 years old, brown tabby with a bit of tortie and orange eyes, Val’s sister)

She will mother anything. She loves playing mom.

Insanely moody with me and everybody except Anchovy for absolutely no reason.

Is generally pretty good but will try to kill you if you touch her feet.

Beetlejuice (almost 3, brown tabby with mostly black on his back and orange eyes)

My son. He never stops screaming. He yearns at all hours of the day and has woken me up multiple times.

His name came from the pattern on his back, which I don’t have a good picture of. But it’s mostly black except for two brown stripes that run down his spine, and then he has symmetrical circle shapes on either side of his stomach — which resemble the segmentation of a beetle.

The name also stuck bc he insists that everything is about him and he needs to be the center of attention. He is a menace and has been permabanned from my bedroom for trying to eat one of my joints.

Mr Hyde (almost 3, brown tabby but with a more silvery-tone in the browns, orange eyes, Beetle’s twin)

His name became fitting bc his brother chases and attacks him relentlessly to the point he spends all of his time hiding in the master bedroom closet.

Whenever he comes out he will stand up and give me hugs, so his nickname is Mr Huggy. If you pet him for long enough his eyes drift apart and he purrs while sticking his tongue out.

He’s a sweet little man and has the same beetle-like pattern, just in a cooler tone of browns.

Anchovy (almost 1, orange tabby with orange eyes)

I found him outside getting bullied by the other feral cats with no nearby siblings or momma. He was sick and tiny so I brought him in and took care of him myself. Cupid and Val adopted him and took care of him whenever I wasn’t feeding him. I think he might be inbred or at least stunted bc he’s very very Small for his age but that’s ok bc we love him.

He gets along with literally all of the other cats??? Which is insane to me bc I stg every other day they’ll just start having beef with each other. But he loves them and they love him.

Genuinely has never done anything bad in his entire life. He’s literally always happy and it amazes me. He’s just a little guy and he loves to play. The worst things he’s done has been eating frowup (that was not his) and messing up the blinds trying to eat a stinkbug. He’s just the perfect little boy.

[hislittleraincloud]

Sigh.

I had to explain why Afterburn hasn't been finished yet, so I'll repeat part of how I responded to this really awesome (I mean that...I love all my fans 😭) fan, but here with harsher lang because I have hate for this fucking bitch who hasn't even given me a "Thank you" for anything and has just fucking ghosted me after she got out the last time:

1. The Junkie Neighbor and The Cat. Her fucking going in and out of rehab fucked up my creative process because I had to take care of the cat and her apartment every night for long stretches at a time. I've posted pics of kitty, and will post the last one I think I'll ever take with him (😭😭😭😭😭 I raised him from a kitten) under the cut. This bitch was supposed to be my friend, but she has fucking...problems with herself and her personality disorder. I have zero idea why she hasn't responded and I don't even know where the fuck she is. So if she's reading (I think she knows of this blog), the YOU'RE FUCKING WELCOME, BITCH. And what you're doing right now is fucked up.

2. My 17yo dog is on his last legs. I've written how he's had seizures, but I haven't written how his barking after a seizure can get me a noise complaint from my shitty building manager, so that shit makes me anxious. I hand feed him, I help him get water the same way Peter Griffin helped Old Brian in that cutaway:

I wrap my boy's pills in gummies, not PB and beef 💀

LOL Except I don't have to push his tongue into the water like that. And I have to do it every...day...when he's awake. This is a disruption in my creative process too, because I REALLY wanted to pass out around 4PM today to be able to map and write all night but couldn't because he just would not settle. Dogs with dementia are like people with dementia, but less propensity towards violence when you try to help them (at least my old dogs are...they're small dogs and don't have any teeth left).

I didn't even mention my own health problems, in my explanation about how Afterburn's creation got messed. I've got Stage 4 CKD (kidney disease) and only 1 working kidney (lost the other to cancer in 2016). My kidney issues began when I was in France in 1986 and they failed on me because I ended up having HSP (and the strange nature of HSP and the possibility of certain vaccinations bringing on HSP in a few people has left me practically defenseless against COVID). Another HSP flare up would literally kill me (because there would likely be kidney involvement, and since I only have one left...the first time was Hell on Earth, I was pissing and shitting blood — stool is black when that happens...and my urine was bright red — and my parents thought I was gonna die), but I've been masking since January 2020 and have no intention of unmasking.

Having one kidney leaves me utterly exhausted to do any simple thing, so most of my energy goes to taking care of my boy/my girls. I'm on BP meds, PTSD meds, and pain meds (for chronic pain; I suffered through childhood arthritis that just ended up continuing into my adulthood), and when the Big Pharma pain meds don't work, I use cannabis. I don't really talk about or complain about it as explicitly as I am now bc it's tiring to explain over and over again why I'm a useless sack of 💩. I worked a "normal job" until I couldn't anymore; I am physically disabled.

Besides my seniors, the one other bright spot in my life is the baby. I have an Ask that wants more pics of her (I got it shortly after I posted her "Lookit me, I'm Jenna Ortega 🤓🤓🤓" glasses pic LOL), and I was going to do a whole post on her but I'll just slip a pic or two under the cut with the others.

I'll stop yapping and do that. Dogs under the cut.

This is my life now:

And before anyone gets on me about "HE NEEDS WET FOOD!", he gets wet food, but he likes his dry food. I try to spray it with water for a bit of moisture, but if I spray it too much, he won't eat it.

The orange on his face is pasta sauce (he likes licking cans...and he gets what he wants).🫠 It's sometimes hard to clean. He is always wearing pajamas (he has 6 different ones) and his elephant hoodie (he's got 3 of the same, so I can switch them out). Weird story but...one time several years ago I got him a simple elephant costume (the hood had the trunk, the body was thin jersey material but it also had 4 plush legs and a tail 🤣) and he LOVED it so much that he basically wore it out. He would get sad when it wasn't on him and excited when I would hold it up after it dried/after washing. He's fkn weird, okay? So I looked online to see if I could find another one but instead found the elephant hoodie. It doesn't have legs or a tail, but it has the trunk and it's soft and he likes it as well. Having him clothed really helps when I need to hoist him up onto the couch or help him drink. He doesn't have loose skin and even if he did, I wouldn't want to grab onto skin. It's my job to make him as comfortable as possible, not to hurt him.

Now this little (17yo as well) old lady here:

I inherited her from a nasty (racist) old bat who died right before the pandemic. Bat had CKD as well, but she went into kidney failure at some point after she wouldn't listen to me about fixing her diet (she had uncontrolled diabetes too...her blood sugar was over 400 at one point when I was visiting her at her physical rehab with the dog 😨).

She is blind, but even before she went blind, she was freaky about being handled when she didn't used to be. She can't walk outside because she gets disoriented, so she uses the pee pad set up I have for the seniors. I do love her like my own, as she is my own now (my last screenplay actually features a dog just like her). She was part of the same dog group as my boy in the rescue that I worked at...my other boy from the same rescue passed in 2021 and devastated me. His passing led me to find this little baby here:

She only wears jammies when it's cold in here.

I had never gotten a puppy before, but I was in a really dark place when my other boy died. I was seriously contemplating taking myself out too (God knows I have enough drugs here to do so). But I channeled my grief into cleaning up this place and finding another pomchi/chion (we were never sure what he was, but I think he might've been part Papillon because of his ears/fur/tail)...and I found one, albeit chocolate instead of white. I've had her since she was 8 weeks and a day, and thank the gods that she's the sweetest and pretty low maintenance. I raised her on Harry Potter 1 and 2 and Victoria Stilwell videos, and she somehow picked up what good behavior is vs. bad behavior from the Stilwell videos 😶. She used to howl at Harry Potter during the Neville scenes and the Quidditch matches (and the Mandrakes scene). I didn't want to raise her on Potter, but I chose it because it was kid's thing and as soon as I put it on her eyes were glued to the TV. She also likes Stranger Things and is okay with Wednesday. She's spoiled af, so she's got toys from all of those (she ate off the legs of her fave Harry Potter plush, adores her Eleven squeaky toy, and loves her Enid plush...yes, the Kid Robot one that came in a set with Wednesday and Bianca, the latter of which I kept for myself because it's fkn Bianca).

Anyway. That's what's up with me. I have no one here to help me anymore, so it's just me and the dogs. If I fkn die, no one will find my body for days unless one of the dogs starts barking, and the baby doesn't normally bark (she wheeks like a guinea pig). I will likely ask one of the ficwives if they would be willing to at least know my notes for Afterburn in case something does happen to me. They know the general trajectory of the story for Afterburn 2, so they already know what happens with Wenovan, but they don't know the details of the whole (the Goodmen, Joseph Crackstone & Goody, OG Nightshades (Morticia, Gomez, Larissa, Chancellor, Vincent, Mina (the Twins' mother), Francoise, Osamu (Yoko's father), the Petropoluses, and Grandmama Addams (the oldest living "local" Nightshade)) story. I've yet to decide on a few other Elder Nightshades, but I've got ideas. The Nightshades and Wednesday's power as one are a BIG focus of Afterburn 2, so maybe now you get my irritance at the fkn show deleting 2/3 of them.

My boy's sleeping now so I guess I ought to sleep too, otherwise he'll wake up when I'm about to sleep and THAT fucks me up even more.

ETA: Forgot the pic of the cat.

My buddy, Prince (the name he was given when he was born, so ✨I✨ kept it, but his weirdo mom named him "Tennessee Tuxedo"). Wow, Tennessee... I just now realized that.... To me he will always be Prince Ovaltine of Meowcatsia, a cat who adored playing tag with me. 💔💔💔💔💔

[lunar-lair]

bustles around the metaphorical room that is my blog, carefully stacks random shit on top of other shit on the table that is this post to clear out a spot, and sets something down. alright yall get fuckin ready its 5 am and its time for my jason pet headcanons. ...underneath a cut. because i had a lot more to say than i expected to.

first of all. his murder of crows. ofc. nobody talks abt gothams crows and ravens and pidgeons enough imo. he comes back to gotham like ah yes, i totally wont amass a large following of ravens and crows this time, and then he feeds seeds to one or two because they happen to stop by his windowsill and its all downhill from there

theres a base headcanon for jasons ability to commune w animals that i came up w like. two months ago. basically i think hes an animal whisperer completely on accident. hes very very chill about animals. will give them the space they need when theyre scared, but he sort of treats them like theyre just other people in the room. smth smth wounded dog metaphors i guess. but for real, it just fits jason to me. stray cats he feeds wind around his feet and he doesnt even glance at them, ravens perch on his shoulder and he just turns his head to nod at them sagely. it doesnt work to my brain the way it used to but i still believe it i think. not an animal person in that he likes them but an animal person in that they like him because hes chill. damian is very jealous for a while. but he starts to understand that jason just respects animals in a simple kind of way and starts being less jealous and more impressed. he goes to jason when he cant figure out how to deal with a kind of animal because jason knows jack shit about most but they all like him regardless because hes just got good instincts in regards to them

then, of course, my babies and jasons. his dog charcoal and his cat clarisse. i was thinking about giving him pets one night and thought to myself, i should give him both a cat and a dog, and then the names just kind of. happened, as did their personalities, though i added traits over time.

clarisse is a street kitten he found and nursed back to health, shes very small but will fuck you up if you scare her. shes standoffish and will very rarely sit in even jasons lap, but she likes standing on his shoulders and will sit with him when he feels bad or hes been gone for a while. shes majority white with spots of black here and there, like an inverse of jasons hair. long hair cat, pretty fluffy. green eyes, the piercing kind. she looks like she would kill you if you touched her. she loves jason, and tolerates tim, hates duke, doesnt mind a lot of the others, thinks bruce is way too fucking huge. she likes damian though. him and cass are the only two other people shell jump on the shoulders of. everyone else moves too much. sometimes she loafs on one of jasons shoulders, when hes cooking and not walking around the apartment. generally she just hangs out on windowsills and on jasons bed, but she follows jason around sometimes, and has been known to curl up on his chest when hes sleeping on occasion.

charcoal is a wolfdog breed, but its very mixed and muddled, more like 1/8th wolf. (dont take my word on this one i know nothing about dogs. i just know i like this silly dog thats also jasons little guy.) jason found charcoal...i dunno, actually. i think i went with 'on the streets' for him again, but. sure, sure. well do that. he was already a decent size when jason found him, about 3/4th of the way up to his knees. he was probably pretty young, because he grows up to be as tall as jasons hips on all four paws. its my favorite thing abt these two, clarisse is half the size of jasons arm and charcoal is HUGE. as he grew, he started being more careful of sitting on jason, but jason is jason. charcoal is a lap dog only because, again, jason is jason.

the only people charcoal tackles when he gets excited besides jason are dick and bruce, because bruces build and dicks height look like they can take it. bruce can, dick cant. most of the time hes pretty quiet and stoic, and hes an excellent guard dog when he needs to be (sitting in front of the couch when jason is curled up on the couch, clarisse purring softly on his chest), but jason knows how to get him excited and have a little fun. damian does too, but charcoals careful around him because. gestures at damian. clarisse stays at jasons apartment 24/7, but charcoal comes with him to the manor sometimes, and because jason is a busy, busy vigilante, charcoals walks are usually jasons errand runs. hes not certified or anything, but hes a good set of eyes and ears. hes pretty good at making sure jason doesnt have a breakdown/meltdown in public. (yes im giving my little guy autism are you really surprised.)

hes also really good at making sure jason doesnt go anywhere when hes injured, because jason can pick charcoal up, but he cant push his way around a 120 pound (? dont take my word on this one either idk how heavy dogs usually are) dog half his height with a broken rib. ...well, no, he could. maybe not with a healing stab wound, though. speaking of which, yeah. he can pick coal up. because hes jason. theres this image in my head of jason laughing big and wide holding a huge fucking dog thats the size of his abdomen and more in my brain and it means. so fucking much to me . somewhat related, this time, sometimes charcoal lays on top of jason when hes going to bed/falling asleep on the couch. jason could move him but. he couldnt, actually. its the same reason for why he doesnt take claire off his shoulder even when shes digging her nails into his shoulder, he doesnt have the heart to move them anywhere they dont go themselves even if they wouldnt be scared of him doing so anymore. (heart too big for his chest, i swear to god.) he sics charcoal on tim and dick when theyre overworking, because they literally cant move coal. damian lets charocal lay on him willingly. he likes weighed blankets.

i, sadly, have no fucking clue what charcoal looks like. hes just this giant brown shaggy dog to me. coarse fur, kinda? i know nothing about dogs. sorry charcie :(

charcoal and clarisse arent like. besties or anything. but they curl up under sunspots together, sometimes, and they dont mind each others presence or anything. jason got charcoal first and introduced the two of them slowly, but they got used to each other pretty quickly. sometimes charcoal will gently pick clarisse up in his mouth to move her, but he only really does that when shes bothering jason, or he wants to go curl up w her, or jason is acting off. sometimes claire will curl up on coals back, too, but thats a little rare.

circling back around to his crows. he hasnt named many of them, but there are a few that frequent his apartment every other day or every day in the afternoon that he has names for. midnight, poe. i have no other ideas the point is he isnt good at names. sometimes crows will show up with a bloody wing, and hell know he hasnt seen this crow before, but another will land after it and follow it into the window he cracked open. if crows do that kind of shit, i also know nothing about crows. he has about ten ravens he knows, too, two couples and six others, all part of the same small group. they stop by when they see him, sometimes, and there are some that hang out in a local park he goes to with damian sometimes (usually also with charcie and titus, of course) that he considers part of his collection of corvids. itd be funny if he had some jaybirds. damian is working on befriending gothams crows and ravens, too, but half of his flock is part of jasons because jason introduced parts of his flock to damian, which was part of what got him interested.

i also like to think that all of the other bats' pets love jason nearly as much as they do their respective owners, but those are details for the reblog. until then, i think ive sketched out like, most of the details for jasons main little guys, if his giant flock of crows count as some of his little guys. i wrote most of this at 5 am and then added bits and pieces the next day at 4 pm so hopefully its coherent. ok thats all from me see ya o7

[animalgirl225]

How Modern Day Raymaari got their kittens!

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Namaari grew up with a cat and absolutely loves them. Raya, having grown up with dogs, doesn’t really have much experience with cats, but seeing how happy Namaari is whenever they visit the rescue at the local mall makes her agree to get one. They are pretty cute. And so soft.

A week or so before Namaari’s birthday, the girls visit the rescue again and find bonded littermates, about four months old. Namaari is absolutely smitten with them. When they leave to continue shopping, Namaari won’t stop talking about them and how sweet they were. Raya can tell how badly she wants them and calls the rescue the next day while she’s between classes and Namaari is at work. The lady on the phone remembers them visiting the day before and is happy to have Raya stop by and fill out all the necessary paperwork for adoption. Raya doesn’t bring them home right away, though, planning to surprise Namaari.

A few days later, the day before Namaari’s birthday, Namaari drags her back to the rescue, only to see the note “We’re adopted!” on the kittens’ crate. Namaari is heartbroken and Raya spends all night comforting her, reassuring her that there will be more. She feels a little bad about how disappointed Namaari is, but she also knows it’s temporary and how excited Namaari will be when she brings them home.

The next day, the girls are planning a nice night in and Raya is planning on surprising Namaari first thing before dinner, retrieving the kittens and their supplies on her way home from class. She texts Namaari that she’s running a bit late due to traffic and that she’ll start dinner as soon as she gets home. Namaari takes Tuk Tuk for a walk and is hanging out on the couch when Raya gets there. After putting Tuk Tuk in their bedroom with his chewy bone, Raya hands her girlfriend a small gift bag, from which Namaari pulls two small break-away collars and a few toys.

“No,” Namaari whispers, her heart starting to pound. “No way, Raya.”

Grinning like an absolute fool, Raya brings in the box she drove the kittens home in, placing it on Namaari’s lap. “Oh my god, babe, you didn’t,” Namaari says, trying not to cry. When she opens it, the black male kitten immediately pops his head out and lets out a loud meow, making both girls laugh. He climbs out and starts sniffing Namaari and the couch while his calico sister stays in the box, a little scared.

“Hello, sweetheart. You’re okay, baby,” Namaari murmurs, her eyes shining with happy tears. Talking softly and sweetly to the wary kitten, Namaari gently holds out the tip of her finger for the kitten to sniff. “Remember me?”

Evidently, she does. Raya watches in delight as the kitten starts rubbing her cheek on Namaari’s hand and purring. After the kittens gain a little more confidence and are fully out of the box, the girls put them into the spare room/office and bring in the rest of the immediate supplies from Raya’s car; litter boxes, food, bowls, a scratching board, and a few more toys.

Once they’ve got the room all set up, they close the door and let Tuk Tuk out of their room. He’s immediately all over the kittens’ scent, tracking it through the living room and to the door of the spare room. A little black paw appears under the door and swats at Tuk’s nose, making him play-bow and bark. The paw immediately disappears and the girls laugh.

“Careful, buddy, you’ll scare your new friends!” Raya says. Over the next few days, the girls carefully introduce the new kittens. Feeding all pets by the door, mixing scents, and even cracking the door so they can see each other under supervision. Namaari also buys a cat tree, a second scratching post, and borrows a baby gate from a coworker. That way they can keep the door open but still allow the kittens some protection from Tuk in case he gets too excited while they get acquainted. Soon enough, the kittens are playing with him through the gate and seem comfortable enough to be introduced without barriers.

To both girls’ delight, their slow and careful introduction pays off. Though the calico kitten, now named Jazz, puffs up slightly when Tuk sniffs her backside, the first contact goes smoothly and the kittens are allowed to roam the house with Tuk under careful supervision from both girls. Namaari is thrilled when, that evening as the girls settle down to watch a show, both kittens curl up on Tuk Tuk’s bed with him and proceed to knead and groom him.

“I’d say that’s a pretty good sign,” Raya says, watching the animals with a smile while she lays against Namaari.

“Definitely.” Namaari agrees. Leaning over, she gives Raya a kiss on her temple. “Thank you so much, babe, I love them.”

Raya hums happily. “I knew you would. And honestly, I was pretty excited for them, too. They’re so cute, and their different personalities are so funny.”

“Cats are great, babe, I’m so happy you get to experience that now, too. Dogs are definitely different, but Tuk Tuk is my buddy now, just like these cats will be yours. Variety is the spice of life!”

“For sure,” Raya replied, turning her head to meet Namaari’s lips. “Love you, ‘Maari.”

“I love you too, Raya.”

[inn0cencestrained]

*ANIMAL ABUSE TW*

If you’re triggered by animals abuse please don’t read this but for those who aren’t I need some advice.

First off I need to mention that all of the animal shelters around here are overwhelmed with cats and dogs. I live in a tiny community and the largest town/city with over 50,000 people is 3 hours away. A city with over 100,000 is 6 hours away. There are zero shelters right now taking in animals. They can’t. They’re so full as it is. Unfortunately any animals that are taken in are taken to a vet to be euthanized. It’s so sad but that’s just situation right now.

A quick backstory. I live on the edge of a very small town- right next to a cornfield. Our town has a lot of stray cats roaming around. This summer a mama cat and her three babies showed up on my porch. I already have 3 dogs who live inside and 2 cats that live in the connected garage and outside. Those two are supposed to be our mousers but they both have brain damage and while I love them to death- they are the dumbest cats I’ve ever seen in my entire life. So basically what I’m trying to say with that is that these are just my animals here in town- not to mention my horses and other animals out at the farm. I’ve got a lot of animals and I didn’t want four more cats. But. I’m a huge animal lover and they were all soooooo skinny that I started feeding them. After about a month of caring for them my neighbor saw me put them in my garage when a tornado was coming in our direction and suddenly they were “her cats”. Which bullshit. But I wasn’t going to argue and I figured it’s best to let her take them- well she only took the kittens. She gave one to her son and kept the other two. And honestly that was fine, the mama cat is an AMAZING mouser and rodent hunter and she makes up for what my two are supposed to be able to do. A week later the male orange kitten was suddenly back at my porch which once again I just said whatever to because mama was depressed after her babies were taken from her and I’d just find a home for the little guy before winter hits. (Get this though. He’s an orange cat- which means he’s a little psychopath. He wasn’t this cuddly little kitten so she just tossed him back outside without any care about him being fed or cared for- funny how that works huh?).

Fast forward, two days ago my neighbor asked if I wanted the white kitten inside her house. My response was no because mama is pregnant (I have homes lined up and she’ll be spayed immediately after the babies are weaned. Basically I thought that because she was the neighbor’s cat that maybe the neighbor would step up and actually care for her- nope- so mama will be my grandma’s (she’s building a home next to mine) and she will be loved and cared for. But she’ll have her babies here and live here until the house is done. Not to mention I’ve also got the orange little shit (he is adorable and funny, but again orange cat) until winter comes.

She then started begging me to take this kitten because her grandson (HERE IS THE WARNING AGAIN FOR ABUSE) has been putting this little kitten in the washing machine and dryer then starts it to try and see what will happen for over a month. He chases her around the house with a knife to stab her and has repeatedly tried to drown her in the tub. He also has taken her legs and tried to rip them off of her body. He did this even before the lady claimed she was hers and still living at my house. I never knew what happened but the kitten’s leg was completely turned to the side. I had booked an appointment for the vet but canceled it when the woman took the kitten. He also will beat the kitten and chase it just scare her.

The grandson is 5 years old.

I knew I couldn’t leave her there. Regardless of the cat situation here, I couldn’t let her die in that house. So. She’s back. Her and her brother are playing together and she’s actually eating food and it’s been good. Mama is really pregnant and just not in the mood for anyone but me and the dogs (who love her soooo much!) but I do know that I have to find her a home before winter. As much as I enjoy having them here, she and her brother have to be able to have a home before winter comes because I just don’t have ability to care for all these animals and neither will my grandma. They deserve a good home.

My dilemma is do I go take this girl to the vet to repair her leg before giving her away or not? She moves remarkably well on it and I’ve pushed and moved her leg and there zero signs of pain. She just looks at me like what the hell are you doing? I have spent so much money on these cats- food, shots, pregnancy care, a upcoming spay, etc-

Like what would you guys do in my shoes? I feel like I have done the best I can do in this situation but I think everyone always things they could do more. The surgery thing for the girl’s leg is my biggest question though.

Here’s a picture of the little princess

[shimohyo]

Bennitto

this is not going to be the good news you were hoping for..

but yesterday, Bennitto unfortunately passed away.

on Monday our neighbor had found 3 wild baby bunnies after her dog brought them to her. There were around 5-6 days old because their eyes had started to open and they were developing fur, but their ears were still flat. Two of the babies died of shock. My mom went over with some kitten formula we had (a story for another day) to help care for them. To my surprise, my mom brought him home to care for him. that first night was scary to me. I was worried he wouldn’t make it. I had something similar happen to me in the past (the possum incident) and I was scared of the pain that would come if he died. But my mom comforted me and I pushed foward

For six days, me and my mom bottle fed him. He was placed in my room so I had a lot of moments with him. And I admit it, I got attached. I ended up naming him Bennito because I wanted to name him Bennett after the character from genshin impact (my mom suggested naming him Lucky) and when I was feeding him I sang peppito to him so those names fused into Bennito. One day Bennito managed to escape his little container and we moved him to a larger box. We started to provide him with solid food and water. yesterday I noticed Bennito wasn’t swallowing the formula I was giving him. That he was having trouble staying up right. I texted my mom, (she was in another room and my door was locked) and we concluded he might be dying.

eventually I realized he was going limp and texted my mom. I don’t no how long it took. We were with for every second. We wanted him to die warm and loved. And eventually. Bennito took his last breathe

I don’t really know why I’m typing my heart out here. Maybe it’s to stop people from asking me about Bennito. Maybe it’s to sort through my feelings. But what I do know is that I loved Bennito. And that it hurt when he died.

Rest in peace bennito