#now I have to take both of my cats to the vet instead of just one

[keyrousse]

38, yay!

[diz-eaze]

kinich and playing the long game with a cat hybrid (y/n),,,,

; yandere, no ajaw because he's always on timeout, not proofread i wrote this in one go, catgirl (y/n), minor nsfw content near the end.

your first meeting with kinich isn't his first meeting with you at all, for he had been watching you from the cliffs above long before. still, his signature monotonous expression is present when he approaches you from behind, having seen that you were struggling with carrying a load of heavy boxes near the children of echoes.

a few steps away from you, your ears atop your head flatten as you turn around. taking a step back, you hiss at him in warning, having assumed he was there to forcibly take the items.

he raises both of his hands up to you, trying to show that he means no harm, "i'm here to help."

when you tilt your head in question, ear flickering, he points a gloved finger to the boxes near your feet. "let me carry those for you."

you pause, slit pupils asessing the stranger infront of you. there must a distinct feature about him because you gasp before pointing an accusatory finger at him with widened eyes,

"you! you're malipo kinich, aren't you?!"

unfazed, he nods, "i am."

"you...!" hissing out, you drop the box in favor of walking up to him, tail standing up straight with your clawed finger threatening to tear through fabric and dig into his skin, "what's the price you're trying to get me to pay here? is this some sort of new scam we children of echoes weren't aware of?!"

ah, a flash of recognition passes through kinich's eyes before his gloved hands gently envelop your finger, urging you to put it down. out of fluster at his actions, you do.

"you misunderstand me," he begins, stepping around your tense form as he picks up the boxes you dropped, "i'm not a scammer, nor am i expecting a form of payment from you."

your tail swishes from side to side, eyes intently following his actions as he goes through each box, with your hydro vision pulsing to life - ready to pounce if needed, "really now? because that's not what they told me about you."

he looks behind to cast you a glance, "hm?"

"they told me that malipo kinich always demands a form of payment, no matter how menial the task is," you squint at him, "were they wrong? or are you acting unusual today? because 'm not giving you mora if that's what you were hoping for!"

"relax," he sighs, now carrying all the boxes as if they weighed nothing to him, "i'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart, believe me."

"i won't."

"then don't, and just follow me to deliver these boxes," he walks forward, not even waiting for your permission.

"ugh, hey!" you call out, "do you even know where these are supposed to be dropped off?"

"no," his reply comes quick, still walking forward, "that's why i'm expecting you to guide me."

your twitches at this guy's audacity, "you're so...! i swear to the archon if you demand mora by the end of this, i'll send you to vet ifa's clinic with the amount of scratches i'll leave on you!"

he shrugs, not even bothering to look at you, "be my guest, now let's go."

you stomp your way over to him before reluctantly telling him that the destination was xilonen's workshop.

as you trek through your tribe with kinich, your attention is caught by kachina training nearby. while enthusiastically waving to her, you miss the gaze kinich sent you.

truth to be told, he was lying when he said he wasn't expecting a payment at all. don't get him wrong, your payment will come one day, he'll make sure of it.

just... not now, is all.

"not delivering boxes today?" a voice asks you from below the tree you were lounging on. when you look down, your relaxed expression contorts into one of annoyance when you spot the guy from a few days ago.

"you again!?" you sneer at him, before huffing and going back to your nails, "and no! that wasn't even my job, just me doing a favor for xilo."

i know, kinich wanted to say, but he holds his tongue against it. instead, he calls out for you, "come down from there."

you pause, "why?"

"your nails," he points, "you need to file them down, right? let me do it for you."

your ears perk at his offer, yet you try to appear uninterested, "hmph, what do you even gain from that? and i still don't have mora on me!"

"like i said, i'm not expecting any payment from you," he brings out a nail file from his pocket before holding it out to show you, "now come down and let me file your nails."

"not expecting anything in return is even more suspicious!" you accuse, still not coming down from your tree branch. "be honest with me, what's your angle here, mister ancinet name bearer? you're not trying to snatch my hydro vision, are you?"

kinich exasperatedly sighs at your stubbornness, "will you believe me if i say i find you cute? besides, i already possess a dendro one."

your dilated pupils widen at his statement, entire body tensing up, "you....? i- you-... what? i'm-!"

"come down," he stares you down despite being the one who's on the ground while pointing to the spot in front of him. as an afterthought, he adds, "please?"

"...okay." grumbling, you land on your hands and feet before childishly glaring at him, now eye to eye.

he flexes his hand, wordlessly asking for yours.

you give it to him, ears standing up straight as you watch him file your nails down with a precision and gentleness you hadn't expected at all. he's... very efficient, you'll give him that. but that's the extent of your generosity.

and if he feels your stare burning into his skin, then you're grateful he doesn't say it out loud.

when he finishes filing your nails, well, claws, he leaves behind a statement that greatly perplexes your mind: "don't let anyone else do this for you."

it seemed like your reply was not needed, for he ups and leaves without looking back at you. you begin to wonder if every tribal hero has some form of eccentricity like kinich's.

"you need to groom your tail, right?"

you yowl in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected presence of kinich before facing him in bewilderment, "i'm sorry, repeat that?"

he raises a brow in question, yet relents, "i said, y-"

"gah, i heard you right the first time," you protest by shutting him up with your hands over his mouth, "what i meant was, why do you care?"

"because i'll do it for you, obviously," he shrugs as if the answer was obvious, and his nonchalance only serves to irk you more. had it been any other person, you would've blown a fuse at them by now for having assumed that they can just take care of you all willy-nilly.

but, you take a glance at him only to find his eyes already boring into yours, kinich has proven time and time again that he sticks to his word. while his motive for doing all of this is still unknown, he's been truthful so far. and he doesn't even demand mora in return...

so, who are you to refuse in the face of kindness?

this time, there is no argument taking place before the act of service. you promptly nod your head at him, remove your hands from his mouth, and turn around to present your long tail to him.

"don't bother with my ears," you advise him, "i can take care of it myself, so just get to it already."

"fine by me," kinich easily agrees as his gloved hands take hold of your tail at the base. the unexpected touch has your mind reeling.

"ow, be careful...!"

"sorry."

"you're not sorry at all, prick!"

"here," he holds up a fish, still very much alive, to your eye level.

"it's for you," he follows up, inching it closer to your face when you dumbly stare at him. despite the pungent smell of the fish that leaves you salivating, you must confirm that what you heard just now is true.

"me?" you point a finger at yourself, still dumbly looking at him.

kinich nods, "yes, you. i fished it out near the people of the springs' waters."

you yelp, "and then you brought that all the way here to the children of echoes!? it's a miracle that fish is still alive!"

at that, kinich releases an amused exhale. "i swung through trees the entire way here."

"you..." sighing, you finally divert your attention to the fish struggling against kinich's hold. extending your nails, you swipe at it to finally end its suffering. it'll serve its purpose as your dinner later. after a few seconds, its movements begin to seize.

"thank you, kinich. i'm sure it took great effort for you to do this," you bow down in appreciation, tail sweeping side to side in delight. then, a thought emerges in your mind. "if you want, we can share!"

"there's no need," he politely declines before motioning to the sack he's carrying behind him, "i already have mine."

"oh," you nod, "well then, just know you're welcome to my house anytime! i'll even show you around."

kinich gives you a minuscule smile, "i might just take you up on that offer one of these days."

"you better!" sending him a toothy grin, you point at the dead fish you're now holding, "you've done so much for me, after all!"

"i know."

being part-human and part-animal leaves some of your bodily functions to be altered to a certain degree.

for example, a female human's ovulation period typically causes increased sex drive and breast tenderness. however, being a hybrid, your ovulation period is not quite normal. it's more akin to a heat that animals typically experience more than anything else. it has you losing your bearings as the primal need to mate overtakes your mind for a couple of days.

when you wake up with a low thrumming beneath your skin and a sweaty forehead, you know that this is one of those days that'll result in you locking yourself up in your abode until the feeling fades out. you had been too careless and forgot to properly track your cycle, leaving you underprepared in comparison to the previous times.

still, you'll have to make do with whatever food you have left in your pantry, and to satisfy your carnal desires despite your sharp nails and lack of toys. by the end of the week, your bedsheets and covers will need to be replaced with the amount of bodily fluids you've smeared around, but that's a problem for you in the future.

in the afternoon, you regain a brief moment of clarity after fingering and penetrating yourself for hours. enough for you to draft up a letter with ink and paper to send out to xilonen through your saurian companion; you had asked for some of her crops and toys, if possible.

as you watch your grown tepetlisaurus waddle away from your abode with a carrier bag, you feel your heavy eyelids and the lull of sleep calling out to you. you yawn, stretching your body out as your ears flicker in thought. the burning need in between your legs is outweighed by the call of rest in your bed.

surely enough, the next time you wake up, it'll be with your tepetlisaurus nudging you awake with said items in his messenger bag.

as opposed to your companion nudging you awake, it's the sound of a knock coming from your front door.

blearily opening your eyes, you open your mouth to yawn, yet what comes out instead is a mewl. ah, the overwhelming urge of pleasure is back and reignited faster than before. you doubt you have the decency to hold a proper conversation with whoever is behind the door. should you wait until they leave, or answer in your vulnerable state?

knock.

"it's me." a familiar, albeit muffled, voice resounds through your twitching ears and causes you to gasp in surprise.

"k-, kinich..?" the knowledge of someone else being in your vicinity leaves your core throbbing in want.

another knock.

"open up, (y/n)," his voice pleads, a hypnotic lull beckoning you into unfastening the latch of your door to let him in and devour you whole until you forget your name.

you groan, "i can't..." you clutch your bedsheets, hoping to ground back into reality as you ignore the burning sensation within your body. "can't... let you in..."

an exhale.

"why not?" he questions you, nails tapping against the wood of your door. "i'll take care of you, (y/n). i always have."

and kinich is right, you think, fingers trailing down until it sneaks in between your legs, idly circling around your clit as you softly moan out kinich's name. he's always been so nice to you, even when you didn't deserve it.

he must have heard the low sound from your lips despite the thick wooden door separating you from him, because he loudly knocks.

"(y/n), please," the face of impatience starts to show, "let me in. i'll be so good for you."

you bite your lip, fangs sinking in until it prickles your skin. the taste of copper that emerges is nothing compared to the sheer want for him on your tongue, eradicating any other thought that isn't kinich. your perked ears hear the sound of rustling, picking up the sound of him running his hands through his hair in frustration. you would laugh at him had you not been in a similar state of thirst.

you stand up from your crumpled sheets and stagger your way toward your front door, not even bothering with the thought of covering up.

coming face to face with the varnished wood of your door, you absentmindedly reach out for the latch. "okay... i'll let you in."

a beat of silence passes, and you anticipate his reply.

a groan of relief, then, "good."

you smile, delirious. mind far too gone to rationalize how and why he knew of your predicament.

perhaps in your eyes, it's kinich doing another favor for you, but for him, this is the start of the payment he's been racking up against you all this time.

after all, the turnfire always demands a price in return.

[pemiski]

tags fem! reader, kaiser’s obvious daddy issues and the way they prevent him from stone skipping

I know I said I was going to take a break (reqs still open for bb drabbles 😇 btw) but this idea has been gnawing at me for a long time and it seems I have only just now realised I am a writer after all. With this somewhat gauche introduction I present to you: your dad ending up being Micha’s father figure! (Clapping, whistling!!)

Getting your boyfriend out of the apartment had felt eerily similar to coaxing a suspicious cat out of its carrier at the vet: slow, and a whole lot of resistance (for a while, you’d even thought he would start hissing at you). Outside, the picnic blanket had barely touched the grass before your mum was already fussing over the corners, smoothing it down like a centerpiece. Your dad, on the other hand, was visibly wrist-deep in picnic baskets, already sorting out the food and cutlery.

They’d chosen a spot right by the lake, a quiet stretch of green that shimmered in the late afternoon sun. Michael’s grip on your hand had tightened the moment he had spotted them. He had technically met them before— brief glances and near-misses, all part of his very deliberate campaign to avoid any and all attempts at a formal introduction— although it seemed that today, his luck had finally run out.

Overall, Michael had lasted a grand total of twenty minutes on the blanket before he excused himself and wandered toward the lake, muttering something about needing to stretch his legs. You didn’t follow, figuring you’d let him breathe a little instead, but when your dad stands up a minute later and trails after him, you can’t help the way your back straightens slightly.

He joins Michael at the water’s edge with that quiet kind of presence he has, and to your surprise, your boyfriend doesn’t budge. Instead, they stand side by side in silence, both staring out at the glassy surface of the lake as if they were expecting something to rise from it.

Then your dad crouches down and picks up a stone.

“Used to spend hours out here doing this with your brother when you were little,” he calls back to you. Then, to Michael, “Ever skipped one?”

Michael shakes his head. “Tried. Once. Didn’t go well.”

Your dad just hummed, with no particular surprise nor disappointment tainting his voice. “Trick is not to throw hard. Most people think it’s about force, but really, it’s finesse.”

He selects a smoother stone, holds it up, then flicks his wrist. The rock spins out low and light across the water— skip, skip, skip, skip— until it finally drops beneath the surface.

Michael blinks. “That was four.”

“Five, if we’re counting the first kiss on the surface.” Your dad smiles, crouching down again, holding out a stone. “Here. Try.”

Michael hesitates— the doubt is written all over his face— but ultimately takes it.

He mimics the motion as best he can, but the stone flops down into the lake with a hollow plunk, and he looks vaguely embarrassed. One solid splash, no skip.

Still, your dad doesn’t laugh; doesn’t even grin. Just picks out another rock.

“Wrist lower. Aim for the far bank, not the water. Flick at the last second— like this.” He demonstrates again, slow enough for Michael to follow. Another skip. Clean and easy.

Michael tries again.

Plunk.

Your dad still doesn’t flinch, and just hands him another. “Takes a few tries,” he shrugs.

From the blanket, you see it— the careful way your dad speaks, the way he never corrects too much at once. The way he stands a little closer each time. How, after ten failed throws, Michael finally manages one solid skip.

The blonde doesn’t smile, but you see the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes nevertheless.

“Yeah, not bad, kid!” your dad exclaims, a grin forming on his face. “You’ll get three by the end of the day.”

Michael looks over at him. “Yeah?”

Your dad nodds, already tossing him another stone. “Yeah.”

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[salt-clangen]

Random facts about my clan cats:

I had a not great day so here’s something fun :)

Saltclan has a unique way of tracking ages! Every full moon, before half the clan leaves for the gathering, each cat goes around and says how many moons old they are. This started as a fun way to involve Ripple and Otter in the fun when they were kits, but they insisted every cat say their age and it grew from there. (Older cats who don’t remember exactly have to pick a new age and stick to it or the kits screech at them)

The other clans track age either individually (Duskclan), by historians (Oakclan), or just by vibes after a cat is 24 moons old (Honeyclan)

Bc of this Rosedrift is considered a normal age cat despite the fact that she’s over 100 moons old, while mousefoot is less than 20 moons older than her and is considered an elder past retirement

After a cat is 24 moons (2 yrs), the clan and individual stop specifying the moons and instead use seasons. So Rosedrift is 8 seasons and Mousefoot is 10. The older a cat gets the less they will add on moons to that. A young cat might say they’re 2 seasons and 8 moons. A middle aged cat might say they’re 4 and a half seasons and just round up or down to the half or whole number. And senior warriors (or cats whore blunter) may say they 9 seasons even though they’re actually 8 seasons and 7 moons.

There’s a fable in the clans called The Clay Dog that is based on a real life Indian fable called The Lion Makers (from the Panchatantra) which was my fav story as a kid

Other stories that probably aren’t true include The Moon chases The Sun, The First Drum, The Warrior and the Dove’s Sacrifice, and so many more.

Sparkclaw figured out where Thornstrike was sent to after his exile, purely by accident, but she hovers near by, eating stolen kittypet food and glaring at Sage (who thinks she’s flirting). She’s keeping an eye on him, she thinks he was a coward, not about the ambush but about lying afterwards. She also blames him bc he ruined her chance to fight Wolfstar and win, despite taking a life Sparkclaw still believes it to be a loss since she ran away.

Thornstrike has been taken to the vet and being treated for his injuries, he’s an inside cat now, fully neutered and back at Sage’s house

Scorchvein tried to find Thornstrike, but by the time she tracked him down and confirmed he wasn’t dead, he’d already gone to the vet and wasn’t back yet. She saw Sparkclaw around and started a fight, Spark kicked her ass so she’s been avoiding the area ever since. She’s been falling back in with her former loner friends

Archstar and Thistle actually hung out in the same group before they became warriors. There was no overlap though, Thistle joined after Archstar had already left. Most of the group is roughly the same, so they have several mutuals.

Scorchvein was also part of this group, though she floated between colonies a lot so Archstar or thistle probably wouldn’t recognize her. Her loner name was Zira (ofc)

Non clan cats can utilize fire too, but it’s much harder without a designated area, both for fire safety and privacy from humans. People are aware that cats can make small fires, but it’s kinda like crows using tools irl so yeah it’s noteworthy but it’s not something a whole lot of people pay attention to.

There’s two different kinds of loners, there’s loners who live individually or in smaller groups in town. Or the loners that live in larger (but unstable) groups outside of the twoleg place.

Rogue is used only for threatening, non clan cats, they have to be both outside of a clan and an active threat to be called this. Aggressive kittypets may be called rogue kittypets during strategy discussions.

Kittypets don’t cook or use fire bc they don’t need to, but as a treat they may take things from their owners down to Capri’s place to trade for some rabbit jerky.

Before Capri the relationship between the clans and local cats was contentious, the clans thought the locals would try to learn their ways so they can steal prey. Local cats were just trying to be friendly, sharing food bowls is considered normal and appropriate. Capri showed up to Honeyclan’s borders saying she’ll trade a blanket for some herbal honey for her sick kits. Then a patrol came to her and offered clay bowls in exchange for another blanket. Word spread and she began trading and collecting various other twoleg items with more and more clan cats. Eventually other local cats wanted to trade directly with the clans too instead of with Capri. But the value of items began being questioned, there was no system and no one could agree. Finally Capri said all trades from the clans to a non clan cat should be done by her so that there’s one cat maintaining the system. The clans were reluctant bc they’d rather a clan cat be in that role but relented bc Capri had always been fair. She raised her kits in the role and many have stayed for many seasons, now it’s just her and Jade, though Sage and Olive are pitching in more

Coralpaw tried to console Nightleap when Nighthowl arrived, insisting that she can’t be replaced. She was very shocked to find that many many cats have Night as a prefix and it doesn’t bother Nightleap at all.

Nighthowl isn’t sure if she wants to keep her name, change it, or use her kittypet name.

Kelppaw has a crush of Ripplepaw…it’s very one side.

Grackletail wanted to sneak away to check on Scorchvein, but he’s so busy helping the clerics, plus he’s not allowed to leave camp. The new tea they make him drink before bed knocks him out so he can’t even sneak out at night. He tried to complain to Jaggedstar that he’s not even working, he told her how majority of the time he’s just there hanging out and talking about himself while they work and give him advice. Jaggedstar has to explain gently several times that he’s in therapy/jk she didn’t say that but he is basically in therapy.

[spirit-lanterns]

i almost came too late to work bc i was busy reading your hybrid au its not even funny 😭😭 im such a fan.. unexpectedly my big favorite is betta march i really love the idea of her trying to impress the vet..

out of curiosity, i'd imagine the tanks for the girls have to be Massive even within vet's house, no? in order for them to transform comfortably, anyway.. and this goes without saying, but given most contexts and especially transforming i'd imagine they'd show up nude in human form unless dressed up prior or after, no? 😳😳 as a fan of half-human monster girls i especially enjoy the thought of jade, kafka, the mermaids and. aglaea? the scorpion girl sorry i gotta out myself as a non-player for the new content so far 😭

and to make this even longer, do all of them retain more animal traits? does robin have wings like harpy, and plumage across her body? lingsha likely has scales bc it somewhat matches her og but i also like More scales across jade as an idea...

sorry to make this so long i should get back to work now LOL

I’m happy to hear that you like the Hybrid AU! Although, try not to miss out on work for these posts, no matter how silly or sexy they are 😅

Nevertheless, I’m happy to answer your questions about the AU! Yes, the tanks for the aquatic hybrids are very big. The facility itself has enough budget and room to make spacious enclosures for the Hybrids, and the aquatic hybrids are no exception. The Vet takes great care to ensure that all the Hybrids have more than enough room for their humanoid and animal forms. Plus, for some of the aquatic hybrids who don’t want to kept in a tank (like Orca! Acheron), they are allowed to swim in the ocean surrounding the sanctuary’s island, they are just tagged and monitored by the workers.

As for the question of whether or not the Hybrids are nude when they transform into their human forms…the Hybrids are always nude LOL. They don’t wear clothes, and it is the norm for Hybrids to not wear clothes so they are just naked 99.9% of the time. For commonly domesticated Hybrids like dogs or cats, you may find them wearing clothes especially if they live in the city with human families, but it is the norm for Hybrids to be naked and no one really bats an eye at it. If they were wearing clothes prior to transforming, the clothes would stretch and break because the clothes don’t transform with the body. You’d have to buy both humanoid clothes and animal clothes if you want to dress up a Hybrid.

Finally, to answer your final question, yes the Hybrids do retain animalistic traits when they’re in their humanoid forms. If they have fur, they’re typically a lot hairier and have patches of it, and if they have canines their teeth are sharper and more prominent. For avian hybrids, they actually have wings instead of arms so you’re right about that, and for reptilian hybrids they do have patches of scales all over their body! They don’t just have an ears and a tail, they have several features in their humanoid forms that make them distinct from a human!

[vanfleeter]

Whiskey & Cherries: Chapter 6

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Val Warnings: 18+ || Langauge. Fluff. Jake finds a cat in the barn. Angst. Tornado. Tension. Anger. Cheating allegations (not Jake, just to clarify). Physical violence. Negative pregnancy test. Smut. Sex. Penetrative sex. Fingering. (as always, let me know if I missed anything so I can add it to the list) A/N: I know I've been slacking. I've gotten behind after Mirador and a wedding and mental health stuff. BUT I'm back to writing so hopefully I'll have more posted soon.

-Six Weeks Later-

Riding up to the barn, just as Val comes out and wiping her hands on her overalls, Jake brings Serena to a halt in front of her. “What are you up to?” He asks.

“Off to collect eggs, why?”

“Want to help me catch a cow?” He scoffs. “Darn thing got loose and is somewhere in the woods.”

Val giggles and nods her head. “Yeah, let me just go change my shoes and I’ll meet you out there.”

-

Watching the rope lasso around the cow’s neck, Val proudly applauds Jake before riding over to him. “Look at you,” She says as she takes the rope from Jake so he can get back up on his horse. “Getting better every day.” He gives her a wink and climbs back up on Serena before taking the rope from Val.

“Come on, let’s bring him back to the pen.” Jake says.

As Val brings her horse into its stall, she pulls the bridle off and hangs it on the wall when she hears Jake laughing. “Well hey there floof,” He laughs. “Where the hell did you just drop from?”

Leaving the stall, she locks the door before heading down to Serena’s stall where she finds Jake lifting a small black cat from his shoulders. He sets the cat on the top of the stall door and pats its head. “Think I found a new friend,” He says when he sees Val. “Not allergic to cats, are you?”

Val shakes her head. “Where’d it come from?”

“No fucking clue,” Jake scoffs. “One minute I’m brushing off Serena and the next this fuzzball is leaping down from the rafters.”

“Tiny little thing,” Val says as she gently runs her fingers over the cat’s head. She watches as it leaps again onto Jake’s shoulder and stays perched there. “You know you have to keep it now.”

It didn't take any time at all for the cat to become attached to Jake. Wherever he went, the cat followed right behind him. He found it curled up against his back at night while he slept, sometimes it would follow him into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the sink watching him brush his teeth. Soon he discovered that the cat was in fact a girl and when it was old enough, he took it into the vet to be fixed.

“Not going to have an army of cats,” He said when he brought the decision up to Val. “I still have to decide on a name,” He says. “I can't keep calling her ‘fuzzball’.” He runs his hand along the expanse of the cat’s back as she stretches her body across his chest. “And it can't be a basic black cat name either.”

Eventually he would decide on Shadow. Yes, it was a basic name, but it made the most sense because she in fact was Jake’s shadow, still following him around everywhere. She’s become braver and has begun following him out in the fields as he worked to round up the cattle from their daily free roam and when she was tired, she'd leap up onto his lap and lay there until they got back to the barn. The only time she couldn't be his little shadow was when he’d lock her out of the bedroom during sex. She hated it. Constantly meowing outside the door or scratching her nails on the door.

“She sounds upset.” Val giggles.

“Too bad,” He says, kissing her neck. “She can wait. This is us time. No cats allowed.”

Val laughs, tugging lightly on his hair. “Such a tough daddy.”

He chuckles against her chest. “She’ll live.”

Even though the cat was in tune with Jake, she had started picking up on some changes with Val. Suddenly she was following her around most of the time and laying with her in bed instead of Jake. It seemed odd at first but they both shook it off as her warming up to Val. But it stayed that way for weeks.

“She knows something..” Jake says as he flips burgers on the grill.

“What do you think that might be?” Val asks as she takes a drink of her lemonade.

Jake shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not sure,” He says. “Maybe I’m just looking too deep into this and it’s just her simply deciding to be affectionate with you.”

He didn't think anymore of it until he noticed Shadow constantly rubbing her head against Val’s stomach when the two of them would cuddle on the couch. His eyebrows screwed together and he pulled out his phone and began a little research on google. The next day, coming home from the grocery store, he handed Val a pregnancy test. Her eyebrows perked looking at him in curiosity.

“The cat told you?”

“Yes, Val, I recently discovered that she talks.” He says, sarcastically with a hint of a smile. “I’ve been noticing her subtle behaviors with you so I did a little research, and while it isn't scientifically proven that cat’s can detect a pregnancy, they can notice changes.”

“So you think I might be pregnant?”

“Worth a shot to find out,” He says.

“And if I’m not?”

“Then she’s just super affectionate,” He says. “Just go take it and we’ll figure it out from there.”

Much to his dismay, and to hers, Val came downstairs with a negative pregnancy test. He could see the disappointment in her eyes as she tossed the test into the trash can. He didn't say anything, except to pull her into his arms and hug her. “One day..” He whispers. “I promise..”

Days followed after that and so did Shadow, leaping along beside him as he rode through the field to round up the cattle. The wind was blowing awful strong today, stronger than normal. They haven't had many storms since moving back to Tennessee. Maybe a few thunderstorms but nothing severe. His phone vibrated in his pants and he dug it out only to find an alert for a nearby tornado from the impending storm that was due to reach them at any minute.

Turning to look behind him, he could see how dark the clouds had gotten. Lightning strikes could be seen from different parts of them followed by the low rumblings. One thing that Clyde always told Jake to do without a second thought was just high tail it back to the house, leaving the cattle behind. So he did just that. With Shadow following close behind, he made his way back up towards the house. By the time he reached the stables, the wind had picked up and the rain was beginning to pour down on him.

“Jake!” He hears Val shout as she comes running through the rain.

“Get inside!” He yells back at her. “Go!”

He throws open the stable doors and runs from stall to stall, unlocking the doors and allowing the few horses they had to make a run for it. Once he did that, he grabbed Val’s hand and pulled her back to the house, securing the door shut and making their way to the basement. The lights flickered and the thunder roared outside. The wind was picking up and he could just hear stuff flying around outside. Grabbing a few blankets, he wraps them around the two of them and holds her close on the couch as they wait for the storm to pass through.

He could tell she was cold from the soaked clothes so quickly he rushed upstairs with the flashlight lit on his phone and grabbed clean clothes from their dresser and one of her sweaters. He found her shivering on the couch, her eyes focused on the tv screen in front of her. Because they were out west, the storms were hitting them first before heading towards the city where his brothers lived.

“They’ll be just fine,” He’d reassure her as he helped her change into her clean clothes.

After getting changed into dry clothes, he wraps the blankets back around them both, snuggling in deeper and resting his head against hers.

By morning he was waking up with a semi stiff neck and shivering just slightly. The heat wasn’t on down here, which probably means that the power’s out. Gently laying Val down on the couch, he carefully pushes off the couch and heads upstairs with Shadow following close to his feet. Flicking the switch to the living room, nothing turns on and he huffs. Padding through the house, he sticks his feet into his boots and makes his way outside.

The land was a mess. Hay was strewn all over the ground, leaves and small tree branches were laying in heaps around the yard. One tree limb was broken and dangling over one of the powerlines. He makes a mental note to call for someone to come remove it. Surveying the house, he discovered slight roof damage that he could easily fix himself. Though the barn was a different story.

Seeing the roof half torn off, he sighs, placing his hands on his hips. He could only imagine where it may have ended up. Yet somehow he sees the chicken coop completely in tack and the few chickens they had roaming about as if nothing happened.

Lucky ladies.

Pulling out his phone, he finds the little service he has is enough to make a phone call to Josh.

“Hello?” He grumbles.

“Hey, sorry for waking you.. I was wondering if you still had the contact info for the roof company you’ve used?”

“Yeah, I might.. How much damage to the ranch?”

“A little damage to the roof of the house, but that I can handle myself.. The barn however is missing half..” He scoffs. “Yet somehow those damn chickens got nothing.”

Josh snickers. “No matter how much you hate them, they won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

Jake grumbles incoherently to himself. “I still have to check on the studio, but can you send over that number so I can get someone out here?”

“Yeah, sure.. I’ll send it over as soon as I can..”

Hanging up the call, Jake makes his way down a gravel pathway to the studio, stepping and climbing over tree branches that were blown all over it. He sighed in relief when he saw the building come into view. The only visible damage he could see up front was a small branch lying on the roof.

Shadow mews as she rubs herself against his shin. “You’re getting hungry, aren’t you?” He says, picking up the cat and petting her behind her ears. She purrs against his chest and he chuckles. “Yeah, me too.”

By the time both he and the cat got back up the house, Val was already standing out on the porch with her hands on her hips. “What’s with the sour look?” He says before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I woke up and you were gone,” She pouts.

He simply chuckles and rubs his hand up and down her shoulders. “I wanted to see how bad the damage was,” He says. “And you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb that.”

“Can we go get some food?” She asks. “I’m starving.”

“You and the cat,” He laughs. “But yes.. Give me a few minutes to change and get the cat some food, and then we can head into town and see what we can find.” He gives her another kiss before heading inside to the house.

Tornadoes weren’t new to her. They come often this time of year in Texas, but no matter how many there have been, she just still could never fight the fear that they brought. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her when she heard a chicken squawk before falling from the overhang of the porch and landing on the steps in front of her.

“Oh Rhonda..” She laughs, shaking her head. Walking down the steps, she scoops up the chicken and places her on the porch just as Jake steps out of the house.

“I can never escape her..”

Val giggles and points to the roof. “She fell from there.”

“How—” Jake shakes his head. “Never mind, I don’t even want to know..”

The drive back home from breakfast was quiet. A tense quiet. Jake’s jaw was tightly clenched as he gripped the steering wheel. He leaned against the inside of the car door, keeping his hand placed over his mouth as a subtle way to keep himself from saying something he might regret. Val sat in the passenger seat, quiet as a mouse, as she picked at the loose thread at the hem of her shirt. She bit the inside of her lip, forcing the tears from falling but she wasn't so lucky when one escaped and slipped down her cheek.

He was leaving. Again. Sure he had a whole year off but it didn't matter. The label wanted the band to go out on another tour to promote their newest album. It was the last album for their contract and it had to be done. He didn't want to do it, but he also didn't have a choice.

The truck was barely coming to a stop before Val was unbuckling her seatbelt and throwing the door open. Jake inhaled and exhaled sharply before putting the truck in park and cutting the engine. He watched her as she headed up the porch and inside the house, the door slamming closed behind her.

She wasn’t so much angry with him leaving for tour as she was being stuck here and being responsible for fixing the damages from the storm. That was what she was angry about. She didn't know the first thing about fixing this shit. And without Jake, what was she supposed to do?

Taking in another deep breath, Jake climbs out of the truck and heads up to the house. Stepping inside, he kicks off his boots and closes the door behind him. The inside of the house was quiet, save for the occasional noise coming from upstairs. Val was throwing things shut and he could hear her boots dropping to the floor as she took them off. Trudging up the stairs, he heads for the bedroom and leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over chest.

As angry as they both were, he couldn't fight the feeling of being attracted to her in all of her fiery glory. He began to feel that ache in his core and he chewed on his bottom lip. He watched her as she tore off her shirt and tossed it into the hamper. He gravitated across the room to her and grabbed her hips in his hands.

“What?” She snaps.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re angry?”

“No.. And I don't care..”

“Oh?” He turns her around to face him. His brows perk when he noticed her nipples firm and hard, eagerly waiting to be touched. “Are you sure about that?”

“Sex won’t make you stay.” She says.

“No, you’re right,” He pushes their bodies together. “I have to leave regardless, but today you are all mine and I am all yours.”

“Jake,” She sighs. “We have so much to do.”

“Forget about all of that for a while. I’ll get it handled after we get our frustrations out.” He moves his hand around to her front and pulls the button apart and drags the zipper down her jeans. “I won't get to fuck you for three months, so give me this. Please..” His lips light brush against hers and she sighs. Her warm breath cascading across his lips makes him smile.

“I’m going to miss my cowboy..” She says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her body and hoisting her up onto his waist. “I fuck better as a rockstar..” He says before kissing her. “I’ve done it before.. Does Paris ring a bell?”

“I don't remember..” She says, smirking. “You’ll have to remind me.”

“I can do that.” He lays her down on the bed, only pulling away long enough to take off her jeans.

The skin of his hands, she’s noticed, have become slightly more rough and honestly, she loved the feeling of it. They held her hips in place as he fucked himself inside of her. Looking up at him, she could see the concentration on his face. His brows were knitted together and his lips were pressed into a thin line, but when he looked down at her, his features softened and he smiled, letting out a breathy chuckle. He bent over, leaning down to kiss her and with one final thrust, he had them both coming undone.

As he laid across her chest, his head nestled between her neck and shoulder, he started to kiss her skin as he thrusted his hips lazily fucking her some more. He hugged her close to his body, wanting to feel every single part of her against him. Ever the dramatic one, he wanted to be able to remember how her skin feels when he’s alone in his hotel room or on the bus, longing to be with her.

She picks up his head from her shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Three months, right?” She asks.

He nods his head. “Three months.” He repeats. “I wish you would come with me.”

“Someone’s gotta stay behind and mind the ranch,” She says.

“Not by yourself..” He stills his hips and cups her face in his hands. “I can’t let you do all of this alone. We’re a team.”

“I’ll be fine. And besides, Dad said he’d send up a few extra men to help around here too while you’re gone. They’re catching a red eye as we speak.”

“And where are these men staying?”

Val giggles. “Don’t start getting jealous,” She says, reaching her hand down to squeeze his bare ass. “They’re staying in the guest house on the other side of the property. Daddy made it clear to them that the wrong move will send them back to Texas to be dealt with.”

“Good,” He kisses her and thrusts his hips again. “Because you belong to me and I’ll make damn sure they know it too.”

It was perfect timing the next day as Jake was preparing to leave for the airport. Three different trucks drove up the winding driveway and parked in front of the barn. Jake’s brows rose above his sunglasses and he huffed. Val couldn't help but laugh, tapping on his chin and turning his head so he was looking back at her.

“You didn't have a problem with them when we were in Texas,” She reminds him. “So don't have one now.”

“Yeah well, this time is different. I won’t be here.”

“No, you won't be because you’ll be out there being the greatest guitarist this world has ever seen.” She says, drawing him in for a kiss.

“Well well well,” Jake’s body tenses and he clenches his jaw at the sound of his voice.

“He’s here?” He growled through his teeth.

“I didn't know he’d join them,” Val says. “I swear.”

“Now I really wish you were coming with me,” Jake says.

“Oh now don't worry, Jakey boy, we’ll make sure she stays safe.” Colin says as he places one foot up on the porch and leans on his knee. “You can count on me.”

“Colin, go round up the cattle. They’re all over the place.” Val says.

“Yes ma’am..” He says, tipping his hat and walking away.

“Jakey boy..” Jake mocks in a high pitched voice. “Blech.. Call me that one more time, I’ll show him who Jakey boy is.”

“He knows the boundaries. All of them do.”

“That doesn't matter to him, you know that.”

“I do.”

“Keep these doors locked at all times, understand? I don't want him taking one step inside this house.”

“I know, I know,” Val says. “And besides, I’ve got the rifle locked and loaded.”

“Only for emergencies, you know that.” Jake says. “But dear god that image is going to be in my head for a while. Gosh, not having sex with you is going to be absolute torture..”

“It’s only three months,” Val laughs. “And to keep you going, just wait until you get back home..”

“Oh you really like to torture me.”

Val laughs some more before pushing him towards the car. “Get going, you don't want to miss your flight.”

“Maybe I do.” He says.

“Josh will have your head served on a silver platter if you miss that flight. Now go. I’ll see you soon.”

Val spent most of the three weeks in the house. None of the ranch hands let her do any of the hard work, despite her knowledge and skill. So instead of working around the ranch, she cooked them all dinner every night and even had breakfast waiting for them every morning too.

By the second month of him being gone, she was really beginning to miss him. Maybe she should have gone with him. Shadow was just as mopey as she was and not happy with him being gone. They became cuddle buddies at night, Shadow never leaving her side for a second. Though the cat couldn't replace Jake.

But finally the tour was coming to an end with only one show left. She eagerly waited for his arrival, sitting on the front porch and watching the gravel driveway for the black SUV to come up. The sun was beginning to set but there was still no sign of the car pulling up. Pulling out her phone, she finds no new texts. Sighing, she stood up from the porch and headed back inside the house.

Jake’s knee bounced like crazy sitting in the back of the Uber. The sun was nearly gone and he was hoping she would still be waiting. Much to his disappointment, she wasn't waiting outside when the car finally came to a stop in front of the house. Thanking the driver, he rushes out of the car and retrieves his bags from the trunk before quickly heading up the porch steps. He pauses when he sees the outline of a man's body sitting on the rocking chair.

“What are you doing sitting out here?” Jake asks.

“Just keeping an eye out,” Colin says, lighting up a cigarette. “Was about to head inside myself.”

“The fuck you were,” Jake says. “You were ordered to stay away from her.”

“And I followed those orders… Until she asked me to come in.” He says. Jake’s brows furrowed and Colin chuckled. “Of course she didn't tell you. It was supposed to be our little secret.”

Jake sighs and sets his bags on the ground. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She looked pretty lonely one night, sitting out here watching the sky. I kept my distance when I asked if she was alright. Said she missed you pretty bad. I could tell she was feeling…something…” He snickers. “Her cheeks were a little flustered and I could tell she was frustrated..of the sorts.” Colin stood up from the rocking chair and walked over towards the stairs. “Did she ever tell you that we used to sleep together? Before you came along, of course. So… I gave her an option. I could satisfy her for the time being–or she could go back to using that god awful toy.”

By now Jake’s blood was boiling. His fists were clenched at his sides.

“Hey listen.. I only offered. She made the choice.”

“Why should I believe anything that comes out of your mouth?”

Colin shrugs his shoulders. “You don't have to believe me, but you will when you see the hickey on her left hip. She told me no marks, but..” He smirks, wagging his brows. “I just couldn't help myself.”

If Jake’s jaw tightened anymore, his teeth might crack. “I suggest you get the fuck back to the cabin and stay the fuck away from this house.”

“Aw, is Jakey boy jealous? I was only doing my job.”

The irritation finally hit his limit and before he could stop himself, he was marching across the porch and swinging his fist at Colin’s left cheek sending him stumbling backwards down the stairs. “You stay the fuck away from her, do you understand?!”

Colin holds his hands up as he laughs again. “Wish granted,” He says.

Huffing a breath out of his nose, he turns back and grabs his bags before entering the house. He didn't care if she was asleep. He didn't care one bit as he stormed through the place, his boots loudly hitting the hardwood floors with each step. He sees her appear at the top of the stairs as he ascends them. He stops briefly, the anger from Colin not once simmering. Shaking his head, he walks past her and heads for the bedroom.

“Hey, are you okay?” Val asks as she enters the room. Jake was tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper when she approached.

“Don't touch me.” He demanded before walking away and grabbing his empty bags to toss into the closet. He put them away properly later.

“What happened?” She asked. “I heard shouting outside but didn't know what was going on.”

“Just Colin being an ass..” He says, pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the hamper as well.

“What’d he do?”

Jake deeply inhales, calming himself down some before turning to face Val, he trains his eyes on the floor. “I need you to be honest with me..”

“Okay. About what?”

“Did you sleep with him while I was gone?”

“What?”

“You heard me.. Did you. Sleep. With him?” He repeats.

“No. No! What? Why would you ask me that?”

“He said you seemed…frustrated…so he offered…” Jake gulped and lifted his eyes to finally look at her. Meeting her eyes, he sees the surprised look on her face. He couldn't tell if that was because she was caught or if she couldn't believe this was even real. “Show me your hip.”

“What?”

“Show me your hip. Your left hip.”

“My..hip–why?”

“Just please show me..” He says, his voice wavering. “I need to see it.”

“Okay?” She says. “I mean, there’s a bruise but I don't know why you would want to see..” Her voice trails off as she pulls down her pajama bottoms to reveal her lip hip. Sure enough there was a bruise, but from what exactly?

“He said he gave you a hickey after you told him not to.”

Val shakes her head, pulling the waistband back up. “We never slept together,” Val says. “He did offer, but I said no. Why would I do that to you? And why would you believe him?”

“Where’d the bruise come from then?”

“I tripped over the cat when I was walking up the porch steps yesterday and I landed on my hip on one of the steps. If you don't believe me, we have cameras. You can see for yourself. But don't fucking stand there and accuse me of sleeping with Colin.”

“I–”

“Watch the fucking cameras, Jake. I tripped and fell. And not once did he ever step foot in this house.” Walking over to the closet and stepping over Jake’s bags, she grabs a blanket from the shelf and comes back out to grab her pillow off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Jake asks as he watches her storm over to the bedroom door.

“I’m sleeping downstairs. Don’t follow me.”

“Val–”

“I don’t want to hear it..”

The following morning he was woken up by the sound of the front door slamming closed. Sliding out of bed, he got dressed and headed downstairs. He saw the pillow and blanket on the couch from where she was sleeping. Slipping into his boots, he heads outside and looks around for Val. His boots crunched along the gravel as he walked over to the barn. The trucks were gone which means the guys must’ve left already. Finding no sign of her in the barn and her horse still in its stall, he heads over to the chicken coop. Still no sign of her.

Where did she disappear to?

That’s when he could hear something in the distance. Locking up the coop, he follows the sound until he could make it out to be a piano.

The studio.

Heading down the pathway to the studio, the sound of the piano grew louder. He steps through the open door and walks over to the sound booth. Peering into the recording room through the glass he sees her sitting at Sam’s piano and playing a tune he’s never heard before. He never even knew she could play.

Stepping away from the window, he walks around to the door that leads into the recording room. She stops playing and looks up from the keys, locking eyes with him. He could feel the guilt fill his veins when he saw just how red and puffy her eyes were.

“Come here to accuse me of something else?” She asks, casting her eyes back down.

“Val.. I’m sorry.” He says as he takes a step into the room. “I shouldn't have done that.. I should've believed you.”

“Yeah I was lonely, Jake. Yes, I did miss you. But why would I stoop so low as to sleep with someone else? Especially Colin?” Her chin quivers and she wipes her hand across her cheek.

“That wasn't how last night was supposed to go,” Jake says.

“Well it did..”

“I know..” He walks over to the piano and sits down next to her on the bench. “May I ask for your forgiveness?”

Val nods her head and leans against his shoulder. “And the next time, god forbid, don’t believe a word that comes out of Colin’s mouth. You know he lies through his teeth.”

“I don’t know why I let him get inside my head.. I guess that my biggest fear is going out on tour only to come back to find out that I’ve been cheated on.”

“Valid,” Val agrees. “But I promise you, I would never do such a thing and you have to trust me on that.”

Jake nods his head, folding his hands in his lap. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. “Did he really offer though?”

“Yes,” Val says honestly. “And I told him no. I can wait for you.” She lifts her head and twists her body so she can face him. “Also, don’t watch that camera footage. It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“How bad can it be?” He says as he digs out his phone from the pocket of his sweats and brings up the camera app.

“Jake..” She whines as she tries reaching his phone.

He laughs, holding it away from her as he searches for the video. He gasps when he finds it and watches it through. “You stepped on her tail!”

“I tried so hard to miss her.”

“Aw, my poor baby.”

“Her?” Val fakes offense. “You’re more worried about a cat when I could’ve broken my hip?”

“But her tail..”

“You’re actually siding with the cat?”

He chuckles, putting his phone away. “Are you okay?” He asks.

“It really hurt at the time.” She pouts, making him chuckle. “It’s not funny, Jake!” She exclaims, playfully punching his arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He smiles and leans over to kiss her temple. “Time to be serious. You didn’t injure yourself anymore, did you?”

“No, but you’ll be pleased to know that I was very successful in helping to fix the roof.”

“You got on the roof?” He asks in surprise.

“Yes, I did,” Val says proudly. “And I think I did a great job. No leaks have been found in the attic.”

“Well good. I’m happy to hear that.”

Val slides off the bench and stands to her feet, brushing her hand along the expanse of his shoulders. “As much as I love the rockstar side of you, I’ve definitely missed the cowboy side of you.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?” He says, glancing over his shoulder.

“Whatever it is you want to do.” She says as she walks around the piano and heading for the door.

“Whatever I want to do?” His eyebrows rise and he leans forward on the piano. Val nods her hand, holding her hands behind her back. He smirks and stands up from the piano bench. He wags his finger, beckoning her back over to him. She walks back over to him and he presses their bodies together.

“Whatever.” She repeats, her lips brushing lightly against his.

“I’ve been playing music for the last three months and though I love it dearly, I have missed playing my most important instrument.”

“I believe you left her back at the house.”

“Uh uh,” He shakes his head. “You,” He pokes her nose and chuckles.

“Oh…” Her cheeks flush a light shade of pink and he smiles, tilting her head slightly backwards. He backs her up against the two way window and presses his palm to the glass as his other slides beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. Her breathy moans fill his ears as he rubs the pads of his fingers against her clit. “Jake..”

“Mmhmm?” He hums as he slips his finger inside. Her body starts to melt into his and he holds her steady against the wall.

“Fuck..”

He chuckles and starts to pump his fingers. “I’ve missed this so much. So fucking much..” He has his face pressed to the side of her cheek and he can feel just how warm her cheeks have gotten. He continues pumping his fingers until he feels her flutter around his fingers. She whimpers when he extracts his fingers. “Not yet, darling.” He says against her cheek before pulling away. “I want you on the floor, completely naked.”

As she strips from her bed clothes, he begins to pull off his shirt, adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. He follows her down to the floor and kneels in between her open legs. Slowly he glides his hands up her thighs and to her hips where he gently gives them a squeeze. Then he moves along her stomach and up her torso until he reaches her breasts and cups them in his hands.

“Did these get bigger?” He asks.

“They look the same to me.” She says.

“Well I think they look bigger,” He says. “They used to fit just right in my hands.”

“Do you like them being bigger?”

Jake shakes his head. “I love them being bigger.” He says as he squishes them in his hands again. Pulling his hands back to his own body, he takes his length in his hands and cocks a brow. “Ready for me?”

She nods her head. “Always.”

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[louisinart]

PSA for folks who just got a cat/dog or are considering getting a cat/dog from former vet receptionist:

As early as you can, sit down and ask yourself the question: am i willing to let this critter get very ill and/or die without medical intervention? Am i willing to watch them decline (or choose euthanasia) and not take any steps to prolong their life? I know it sounds harsh, but I've met people who both love their pets and don't see the point in putting a dog through chemotherapy. Personally, I don't see the point in casting judgement on those people -- including if you discover that you're one of them. If this is you (and you're really, really sure about it), you're all set.

If instead you end up deciding that the life and wellness of your pet is worth fighting for, sign up for pet insurance. Do it right now. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and (if you can) avoid the vet until you have. Many pet insurance companies refuse to insure animals with a preexisting condition, which means anything that the vet finds could damage your ability to get covered. Even if they were examined at the shelter, there's a chance the shelter vet missed something that your neighborhood vet won't. Don't take that risk! It's better to have insurance when you don't need it than not be able to get it when you do.

And I can hear you asking: what's so important about having pet insurance anyway? And the answer is something every pet owner will eventualy learn: Vet bills are medical bills. At the vet i worked at, check-in appointments were $75, meds could run you anywhere from $30-100 a bottle, and most non-routine surgeries (which are the majority of surgeries) cost thousands. I once watched a family rack up $16,000 to bring their dog back from liver failure. In my personal life I've met people who are saddled with thousands in medical debt for a pet that didn't end up making it. Vet bills are medical bills and, like medical bills, they can ruin your life if you're not ready for them.

At the end of the day, when you adopt a pet you are also committing to care for them when they're old and sick. It's not a question of whether you'll need to get medical care for your pet but when, and its Very Easy to only realize you need pet insurance when it's already too late.

Short of hoping they go missing when they're still young, in my experience you have three options: get pet insurance, commit to not treating medical issues, or take on thousands of dollars worth of costs. How you navigate that choice is up to you, but I would strongly advise avoiding option 3.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 9/10/2024

someone adopt this little orange man from me in Houston TX! more details here!

listening

the 1991 Ella Mae Morse compilation Capitol Collectors Series is the official driving-cats-to-the-vet album bc it is so mellow but still fun. this album has previously been featured several times in tuesdayposts but i think you should all listen to it again.

seven thousand three hundred days IS a long long time to sleep ur so right ella

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reading

two different works that annoyed me: Emily Hamilton's The Stars Too Fondly. my first clue should have been that this is my least favorite poem, bc ppl would quote it to me smugly after my mom died. im sure they thought they were being so super comforting to a budding astronomer, but, much like how i can no longer eat lasagna bc ppl gave us Twenty! Party! Size! Platters! Of! Lasagna! after my mom died (they would just Appear on our front porch, frozen), too much of this poem really soured me.

i had this book on hold Forever and then delayed delivery twice bc i have not felt like reading lately. here's the publisher's description:

In her breathtaking debut—part space odyssey, part sapphic rom-com—Emily Hamilton weaves a suspenseful, charming, and irresistibly joyous tale of fierce friendship, improbable love, and wonder as vast as the universe itself. So, here’s the thing: Cleo and her friends really, truly didn’t mean to steal this spaceship. They just wanted to know why, twenty years ago, the entire Providence crew vanished without a trace. But then the stupid dark matter engine started all on its own, and now these four twenty-somethings are en route to Proxima Centauri, unable to turn around, and being harangued by a snarky hologram that has the face and attitude of the ship’s missing captain, Billie. Cleo has dreamt of being an astronaut all her life, and Earth is kind of a lost cause at this point, so this should be one of those blessings in disguise that people talk about. But as the ship gets deeper into space, the laws of physics start twisting, old mysteries come crawling back to life, and Cleo’s initially combative relationship with Billie turns into something deeper and more desperate than either woman was prepared for. Lying somewhere in the subspace between science fantasy and sapphic rom-com, The Stars Too Fondly is a soaring near-future adventure about dark matter and alternate dimensions, leaving home and finding family, and the galaxy-saving power of letting yourself love and be loved.

should be catnip for me, right? wrong. starts out as a chat fic, which i hate.

i had a lot of trouble finishing the first chapter, which also has an extended third-person omniscient narrator flashback in italics, a thing i also hate. i KNOW you can figure out how to integrate this information into the book in a better way instead of dumping it in my lap.

i think part of why this is not hitting like i wanted is the tone, because i think this veers more new adult than i was really hoping for. i think introducing a big group all at once is very hard to do effectively. i do not like a series of character introductions that feel like they are trying to sell me action figures. or perhaps blind-bag figures. i do not like a six-deep list of cheesy puns about someone's name. i do not have the patience to see if this debut novel finds its footing a little later on, though i am glad a sapphic ghost in the machine romance exists in this world.

i also read dean motter's mister x (both the original late eighties through early nineties run and the 2008 follow-on).

let's yoink the description from wikipedia:

Set in Radiant City, a dystopian municipality influenced by Bauhaus and Fritz Lang's Metropolis, the series concerns a mysterious figure who purports to be its architect. His radical theories of "psychetecture" cause the citizenry to go mad, just as he did, and he takes on the mission to repair his creation. To accomplish this he remains awake twenty-four hours a day by means of the drug "insomnalin", all the while coping with a Dick Tracy–like rogues gallery and supporting cast including his long-suffering ex-girlfriend Mercedes. (ed note: the redhead in the santa beard below)

the art in this comic book is really and truly stunning. everyone was firing on all cylinders. beautiful retrofuturistic advertisement vibes, very fun play with panels and word balloons while still being readable, there are airships, you know how it is. looooooooove a hardboiled noir.

the Concept of mister x, this horrible awful futuristic city that grinds its citizenry up and spits them out? both figuratively and sometimes literally? love it!!! love a great wounded beast of a city as a character!!!

unforch the "who is mister x" subplot does not resolve in a satisfying way, imo. there's a lot of flip-flopping, there's a lot of options, he ends up being (maybe?) someone he was very definitively proven NOT to be in an earlier issue, and it really soured me on the whole experience. and also i don't believe it! that specific person makes no fucking sense! who mister x is, is by far the least interesting part of the series. tell me more about how he's fixing the city. show me more of the city. shut up and dance, robot artists

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watching

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016, dir. Singer). this movie did not need to be two and a half hours long. appreciated the EXTREMELY divorced energy from charles & erik though, quicksilver rescuing the school scene was also very fun. my bestie's husband has informed me we are NOT watching Dark Phoenix, i'm not sure if we're going to loop back and watch the ??? number of wolverine films or if we're going to see how i feel about deadpool. bc i find this character insufferable through clips only.

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playing

there is a feature in the video game genshin impact to turn your World Level (TM) down in order to make overworld enemies a little easier. i am at seven out of nine bc i genuinely can't finish the boss to unlock world level 9, and i am finding some of the overworld enemies too hard at 8 and want to finish the achievements in a more relaxed fashion.

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making

this is going to be a lot of previously posted pics so bear with me.

saturday morning/saturday evening. plants? repotted. porch and stairs? swept. old wasp nests? knocked down. different mirror on the porch to go out to the curb when i have the energy? yes. also a giant slab of engineered stone from the top of a dresser but that's out of frame.

speaking of the giant broken dresser that was in my apartment when i moved in just over a year ago, i ripped it apart with a crowbar and threw it in the dumpster. put my pretty zebrawood desk in the empty space and started thinking about what to hang on that wall. the wall across from it is maps, bc i think a cozy office should have lots of maps and it makes a good video conference background. maybe this will be the dedicated cowboy nonsense wall. i did so much dusting and vacuuming and mopping and the girls can't even hang out in here bc the orange boy is in the office bathroom. big sigh.

also a lot of driving around and emailing and calling thirty shelters and rescues figuring out how to get this orange man a home. please take this orange man off my hands.

[catadvice]

My boyfriend and I have two cats we raised from kittens until now, they are 4 years old female 'S' and male 'O'. From the same litter too. My boyfriends brother moved in with us to get himself back on his feet and he brought his own 6 yr old female cat 'M'. M has been in her own room away from both S and O with the door shut for about a month. I successfully got O to eat on the other side of the door at the same time as M for a week, but not S. We put up a large piece of plexiglass so they could see eachother while they eat, and O was fine until he wasn't. We put all of their food upstairs so they would have to be around M, but they won't go upstairs. I picked up S and brought her upstairs to show her where the food is, and she saw M and got on edge. O came up the stairs and attacked S, and now O is being a bully to S for some reason. He now will lock eyes with S and go after her (he is bigger than her and they both have their claws). I plugged in a feliway upstairs to hopefully mitigate things, but what do I do? I want all three cats to get along ultimately, but why is the introduction of the third cat causing my original two to become enemies?

Obligatory "I'm not a vet, just a person on the internet with cats who really loves cats" but here's my thoughts on this situation!

O attacking S when you placed her upstairs in front of the plexiglass/room with M:

This might very well be a case of redirected aggression/displaced aggression, it's quite a common thing in cats where if a cat can't interact with a trigger that is causing him stress, he'll redirect that aggression to the nearest person/animal/thing. In this case it seems like M being a new addition to the house is still stressful to O but because he can't interact with her due to the plexiglass (a great thing you've implemented, by the way!), he's redirecting that aggression towards S instead.

On the attacks:

The first thing to do here is assess whether O being a bully to S is actually aggressive behaviour or more on the play side, cause a lot of times cats playing with each other can definitely look aggressive if you're not used to it.

So look out for the following in either O and S when the "bullying" is happening (remembering that the interaction can be differently interpreted by either cat, so it could be a situation in which one cat thinks they're playing while the other is actually being aggressive):

Are they making any noise? Cat play is usually very silent, if either cat is meowing, hissing, or screeching, that's usually a good indication that it's not play but aggression.

Are the tails puffed? Sometimes tails get puffed after a long play session, but if an attack starts and either of cats presents a puffed tail immediately, that's usually a sign the cat is scared and therefore it isn't regular playtime.

Are the cats taking turns? Is O always the chaser/aggressor, or does S also run after him, pester him to chase her and run away? Cats playing will very often take turns attacking each other in a "I chase you, now you chase me, I annoy you into chasing me, now you annoy me into attacking you". If O is always attacking and S always running away, it's probably aggression.

Assuming the answer to all these questions is that these interactions are not regular playtime between the two cats, and assuming that it only happens when M is also present (behing the plexiglass), here's my two suggestions for what to do:

Play Time: redirect the aggression into play time. Bring both cats upstairs and play with them with toys until they are too tired to play. You will however need someone in the room with M playing with her too. The goal is to get all the cats to associate being all together with good things (aka play time with humans) and to get them so absorbed in the play that they forget that there is an "intruder". Eventually you can open the door and play together with all three cats once they all are more at ease around her, but I recommend waiting for this step until they can all eat in sight of each other and the aggression from O stops.

Scent Swapping: the plexiglass is genuinely a great step, but it might be preventing the cats from smelling one another. Get them more used to each other's scents by swapping toys (bring O and S's toys into M's room and vice versa), or by swapping things that the cats spend a lot of time with, for example a blanket etc., and then swap back. In a pinch you can rub a towel on O and S, and one on M and then swap those. Eventually, swap places: being careful not to let them interact, being O and S into M's closed room and bring M to a room of the house that the two kitties usually spend a lot of time in, letting the sets of cats explore the place and sniff all the smells.

Also to note: if O's aggression on S continues, do these above steps individually for each cat instead of by grouping O and S together. For example, you can bring O upstairs and keep S downstairs, play with O while someone plays with M behind the door. After that session is over, repeat the step but with only S upstairs and O downstairs. Same thing for scent swapping. At the end of the day, even though O and S are siblings and good friends, they might take different lengths of time to acclimatise to the idea of a new cat.

I think that's all that I can think of! I really hope this was useful anon, and best of luck with integrating M into your kitty household!

[lacilashea]

I love Jesus more than all & all my posts belong to Jesus & he is my Lord & savior, the Messiah, the Christ, Jesus is my King & should be your's too instead of people & made up governments or made kings/queens, Jesus Christ the truth, Jesus King of the jews & the rest on the earth & that much being God's son. I love Jesus & this is not about me but about Jesus. Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost & Legion helped me type this post with Mikael my husband, Gabriel, Death, Raphael, Belial, Mammon, Satan, Beezlebub, Baphomet, Abaddon said & other angels & children of God, Jesus, & the Holy Ghost know what is happening here & other places across the world to decent people, animals, plants, angels, God himself, Jesus himself, the Holy Ghost himself & more of God, Jesus, & the Holy Ghost's beings. I remember years ago setting with Bud to get his cortisone shot at Dr.Bancroft's office when a guy walked in with two of what they call great pyrenees & he was moving & leaving the dogs there to be rehomed & they informed him that they would euthanize both healthy dogs if no one was interested in their rehoming. I felt absolutely terrible for them & vets do this here & at that kill shelter to totally healthy dogs, puppies, kittens, cats, called farm animals, called baby farm animals, poor raccoons, birds & others animals that are not feral but rightfully so to be concerned around people with any such intent to kill them or their children & also being hungry & fearful should not be called feral & they should treat the animals that are sick without killing them too & at no cost just like people see 2 Kings 5 & all those Jesus healed in John, Matthew, Mark, Luke, Mary Magdalene's account, Thomas's & more. Also breeders of all animals should be stopped as we have labs for clean meat now along with puppy & kitten mills & all these people want selling animals or anyone for that matter-(see what not native to here did with calling pimps & prostitution legal in Nevada here) & all they want is the money & to feel superior-Jesus, Legion, God & the Holy Ghost said also you will find locality fake governments do not follow the corporate backed fake federally run government or fake state government either that the fake federal government cannot control must less all the counties & cities trickling down that do as they please & most of the people claiming to be leaders here are not native to here either & do not give a fuck about us from here either or some other people, animals, insects-robbed bees as one example of what been called bugs, plants, God, Jesus, the Holy Ghost, angels or any of Jesus, God & the Holy Ghost's babies. Also taking babies of any age from their mothers who love them like you & I love others & selling them to those who may not even care for them, given as gifts to someone who will give them away or toss them outside, or take them to a kill shelter is wrong. That is not okay to take a child from their mother or parents like they do nor is it okay to spay or neuter someone period who may want to have children & some do just like people & abortion is never an option & they have done that to poor animals here too against their want-male & female condoms & spermicide are options though especially for people. Also My Nonni who was treated awful at Tennova & passed away from there helped pay for bud's medicine & treatment at the vet Dr.Bancroft's office & my mother & papaw were also killed at Tennova by incompetent medical staff & I was held against my want there & they tried to give me a shot of risperidone the same drug that killed my mother by causing her blood clots & what they did to her at that hospital & I have more family that have been treated awful here & have died & been killed here & no one cared after I spoke up & reported that many times in 2020 & before & calls & more after 2020 but Jesus, God, the Holy Ghost, Mikael my wonderful husband, & all mentioned above in this post with Jesus, God & the Holy Ghost's children/angels, & what little family & friends I do have left here. All said is true & verifiable just check.

[toxictaicho]

Bleach Smut Fest 2025 - Day One - AU: Bakedanuki

yokai Mayuri Kurotsuchi/reader

1,5K, Smut & fluff

⚠️TW: animal injury, blood, pet death, animalistic behavior, smell kink, period sex, face sitting, knotting

AO3 version

You were working in art supplies store and you were pissed off and tired, because you had this one very demanding customer today. You mindlessly returned home walking from the bus stop to your little house at the forest border. As you walked through wood path, you spotted something white on the ground and heard some noises. It was white tanuki! How rare! But it was injured and covered in the blood. Some other animal probably attacked it, mauled it awfully and even bit off one its hind leg. Poor creature was in pain, will not last for long in this state. You were thinking what to do, if to leave the unfortunate beast to its destiny or try to save him.

You decided to save him and took him to the vet. „He’ll be fine, but won’t be able to return to the nature.“ vet said when he finished work on the patient. „What should I do then, contact wildlife sanctuary?“ you asked. „That would be the best solution. Or you can keep him. Where do you live?“ said the vet. „In the forest, I have garden. Maybe I could try. He’s very cute. Didn’t know such color variety exists.“ you said. Tanuki was indeed strange. His pelt was fully white, but had black mask and yellow eyes. „Very well.“ vet said and instructed you how to take care of injured animal, gave you meds for him and contact for the wildlife sanctuary if you weren’t successful with him. You took the transport box and went home, while tired beast was sleeping in it, now stabilized.

Despite every warning that raccoon dogs are unfit to become domestic pets, that they’re too wild and messy, your raccoon was rare exception. His recovery was successful and he adapted very well to the new life. So well, it was strange. You had him vaccinated and he was more tame than any dog or cat, so you let him sleep with you in bed. There were few hassles with him, but otherwise he was the sweetest pet you ever had.

One night was full moon and you were exceptionally tired. Usually you have bad sleep when it’s full moon but not now. You had some nightmare, but immediately forgot about it. You woke up in the middle of the night in cold sweat. There was man in your bed! You screamed and he opened his eyes. In that moment it clicked. He had same eyes as your tanuki! You went to bed with fluffy animal and woke up next to brown hottie. You decided you’re still sleeping somehow. You woke up and went to the bathroom, being dizzy from period cramps that just crept in. You took pain killers and changed your sweat drenched tee and returned to your bedroom, wishing to continue proper sleep. The man was lying in the spot you slept in, sniffing pillow wet from your sweat. You wiped your face with hand, thinking what fucked up hallucination is this. Tanuki was gone, there’s that handsome weirdo instead, you were thinking while staring at the man. „What? You aren’t going to cuddle me now when I’m in my human form?“ he said, his voice both raspy and high pitched.

You grabbed the blanket and exposed him, looking at his legs. „Where’s your missing leg?“ you asked, while not believing in such absurdity. „During full moon I can shapeshift into human and regenerate all my injuries.“ he said and your brain half absorbed it, because half of your attention was used to looking at his fully naked form. Your face turned hot, you gulped and quickly covered him. „Whatever. I feel sick, I have cramps, I don’t have capacity to think about it now.“ you said, exhausted from pain, nightmare and hallucination bullshit you just experienced. You decided to lie down and sleep it off. Hopefully meds will kick in fast. You lay curled on your side, the man behind you. You felt as he shifted and covered your abdomen with something warm and hairy. You placed your hand on it, it felt like skin. Fucking hell, is it true that tanukis have enormous balls? Did he just covered you with his nutsack? You were too exhausted to analyze it, but it felt good and you slowly drifted to sleep.

Later when was time to woke up you sat in the bed and watched sleeping man. So it wasn’t a weird dream! His legs were sticking out of blanket, completely healthy. He felt you’re watching him and opened his eyes, giving you smile so sweet it was chilling. „Good morning.“ he said. „Hi.“ you replied, face hot. „So. Will you return to the forest now, when your leg is healthy again?“ you asked. „What? You’re throwing me out? I thought I was your pet…“ he said. „I adopted injured animal, not a man.“ you replied. „I’m still an animal.“ he said, looking at you with his feline eyes. „Yes and yokai too!“ you blurted out. „I am. Can use magic.“ he said. „Is that threat?“ you got nervous a little. „Not really. I’m very fond of you, wouldn’t hurt you in any way.“ he said resolutely. „Right. You ate my hamster.“ you stuttered. „You didn’t have to do it. You had plenty food there.“

„It looked so delicious, so fat…“ he said. „Beast! Do you know how long it takes to tame a hamster? And this one had very good personality, so sweet!“ you yelled at him. „My name is Mayuri. And I’ll bring you new one, all I care. Forgive me.“ he said. „Tch! Whatever. And get dressed goddamn!“ you said. Tanuki grinned. „You don’t like what you see?“ he chuckled, knowing you do like the sight. Still, you rummaged through drawers and threw at him some clean underwear. „Pick something to wear, I don’t care.“ you said and went to bathroom. When you returned tanuki was dressed up in hoodie and long skirt. Hm! Very comfortable choice. „I have to go to work. Don’t make mess here and if you go out lock the door.“ you said and threw keys at him. „Don’t lose them.“ Mayuri gave you the sweetest smile. So you decided to keep him!

When you returned home, he had surprise for you. He really brought you new pet dwarf hamster. It wasn’t scared at all and let you hold him. How rare. „Amazing! Where you found such cute animal?“ you asked. „In nearest pet shop.“ he replied. „How is this possible?“ you asked. „Naturally I understand the animal speech, so it’s not difficult.“ he said. „Very well, thank you. But please if you’re hungry or have some urges think twice.“ you said and placed new rodent back into it’s enclosure. „Yes, it won’t happen again.“ he said. „But I’m hungry now.“ he said, looking you into the eyes, leaning to you. He kissed you, chewing on your lips, wet, all tongue, making you breathless. Such an animal! But it was turning you on. „I need to wash my hands.“ you said and disappeared for a while.

When you came back he was lying in bed naked, dick in hand. „Fucking hell!“ you said, face hot. „What? Don’t you want do join me?“ he said. „I’m on my period.“ you said. „Are you in pain?“ he asked. „A little bit.“ you said. „Then come here and sit on my face.“ he said. „Isn’t that disgusting to you?“ you asked. „Hah! You have no idea what I’ve been eating in the wild. Bring it here and ride my nose until it bleeds itself.“ he said. So you did. He was sucking on your clit, his long tongue reached deep inside you. His skill brought you from nervousness to ecstasy very quickly. You came on his face and got off of him, lay down to catch your breath. Mayuri had lower part of face smeared in blood and slick, grinning with teeth tinted red.

He wiped out his face with wet tissue and got his hands back on you. You laid on your stomach, looking over your shoulder at him, smirking lecherously. „Come on, tanuki boi, knot me.“ you said. Tanuki’s face got red, but he didn’t hesitate to squeeze your ass as he pushed his dick in your wet pussy. „Ah, so slick.“ he gasped and didn’t waste time, fucked you passionately from the start, biting on your neck, pressing you with his weight comfortably. He was intoxicated from scent of your sweat, sex and blood. „Ah, Mayuri, this feels so good.“ you whispered. You fell into total orgasmic madness, your pain effectively reduced. Tanuki man came into you, and you didn’t know if your pussy clamped on him or he really knotted you, but he laid still on top of you, catching his breath. After a while he was able to pull out his limp dick and separate from you.

You stroked his damp blue strands as he snuggled to you. „So I’m your pet after all, am I not?“ he said. „Guess I’d miss you, if you really returned to the forest. You grew on me.“ you replied. „You won’t get rid of me that easily, human, hope you enjoy being possessed by enamored yokai.“ he chuckled. „Continue to haunt me, my pet.“ you said.

Suddenly, something was itching you so intensely, you had to scratch yourself. „Uh, I got fleas from you!“

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU

Okay, so, two particular pieces of beautifully drawn fan art have collided together in my head to create a light and fluffy self-indulgent image that I just had to share with you all.

@okamiliqueur's heartbreaking picture of Jack's lonely and forgotten box from the new demo made me think of cats abandoned in boxes, "free to a good home." Only in the case of the game's story, he was left out in the rain to rot, the owner having given up giving him a good home.

@jazzylovetodraw's picture of Jack as a cat has been buzzing in my mind for quite a while. I just love how precious he looks in both forms, and when I was thinking of Jack being like those abandoned kittens in cardboard boxes... well, the combination was obvious.

I know that Jack's fursona is a snake, and I know being a cat is Shaun's thing, but I'm a sucker for kitties. I'm as biased towards cats as I am for dragons, if my avatar and username didn't offer enough of a hint. ;3 I'd love to see all the characters as kitties honestly.

Tempting though it may be to go with Fruits Basket rules for kitty Jack, like I toyed with over on twitter, I think I'm going to play with a different and simpler set of rules. In this universe, Jack is stuck as a cat until his sunshine's love allows him to become human again.

Admittedly, it's kind of hard to imagine Jack being alone for very long when he looks so adorable. Who wouldn't fall in love with that precious kitty face instantly? Most everyone would be putty in his paws.

Content Warning: I wind up touching on a couple explicit headcanon details near the end. I mean, I did say this is a pretty self-indulgent image with my OTP.

Maybe Jack was stuck as a cat via a curse ala Hocus Pocus and is guarding the box/tape/etc. Maybe he was stuck as a cat instead of in the tape and no one could see him until MC came along. Maybe he's got a tragic backstory like the cat from Fruits Basket.

Since this AU is more about the vibes, I'm just going to leave the how and why parts of the lore up in the air. All that matters is that Jack is stuck as a cat and left out in the rain in a cardboard box until MC decides to take him home.

I'm just going to switch over to Alice and what she would do in this scenario. Poor lonely Alice is out on the town, when she comes across the box out in the rain and sees an equally lonely kitten. Poor little thing, all wet and sad... She just has to take him home with her.

Alice cleans Jack up, gets him wrapped up all nice and warm in a blanket, and even gives him some chicken she bought for her own dinner that night. She'll have to get cat food and other things for her new furry companion tomorrow, though she should probably look for his owner and take him to a vet.

At first, Jack isn't sure what to do about the situation, though he is grateful. No one has even acknowledged his existence until Alice came along. She's so soft and warm. He loves it when she holds him. She's so kind too.

Alice does find it surprising Jack doesn't put up a fuss when being given a bath. Jack didn't exactly like the feeling of being all grimy, and don't get him started on fleas and other gross things cats have to deal with on the streets!

The vet isn't as fun, though Jack is well behaved, though very clingy to Alice throughout the appointment. He can't help but fear that she'll abandon him too. He'll keep up the helpless and adorably needy kitty act if it means she'll stay with him.

There's no ID chip, no tag, and no missing notice for any cat that looks like Jack. It's clear that the poor guy is a stray.

Alice is hesitant initially. She's wanted to get a pet cat for a long time now, but she has barely been able to take care of herself. How can she handle taking care of an innocent life that needs her when she's struggling so much with her own life?

That hesitation doesn't last long. Jack loves on Alice so much, constantly purring and snuggling up to her. He curls up with her when she sleeps or relaxes. He was hesitant at first, and she assumed that was because he was wary of her, when in reality, he just didn't want to cross any of her boundaries. He didn't want to do anything that might upset her and make her get rid of him. When she started petting and cuddling him, he wholeheartedly returned the affection, absolutely starved for it.

The first thing Alice thought when she saw Jack was that he was lonely, just like her. He's so sweet and can't stand to be apart from her. How can she just get rid of him when he makes her feel loved and needed?

Of course, a cat's life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Cat food is a step down from people food, and a litterbox is anything but sanitary. Jack just skips that nonsense and goes straight to using the toilet despite the awkwardness, which shocks the heck out of Alice. He also snubs all cat food in favor of human food.

Yes, I could go with Jack being a ghost(?) cat that doesn't need food or to use the toilet, but then he wouldn't have gone through the indignities of a vet visit.

Then again... it would be funny if Alice brought Jack to the vet, only for them to think she's crazy, since to them all she's carrying is empty air.

Hmm... yeah, I think I'll go that route. As hilarious as vet hijinks and typical cat care with Jack while he possesses a human mind and identity might be, this would be a more interesting and tragic route. No one else can see Jack but Alice. He's lived for who knows how long in a world full of people that don't see him at all, unable to even be human anymore. It'd be a different type of hell than the one in the video tape, similar to what I talked about in my previous ramble.

Imagine if the 1984 incident Jack died and became a ghost(?) cat because he was secretly a cat shape shifter or something. Or maybe something more supernatural happened during the incident. Either way, cat ghost(?) Jack is very, very lonely.

Man, I just realized, it would be even more tragic (and complicated) if I go with the reincarnation route for this AU. Ghost(?) cat Jack probably had to watch Mary die slowly in the hospital after the incident, unable to help her or let her know that it's him. He couldn't even offer her comfort in her final days. It would've been so traumatizing.

For now, let's just play with this AU without the reincarnation angle, since this is supposed to be mostly light and fluffy feline fun with the OTP.

Jack, even as a cat, tries to do his best to help Alice out. If he can make himself useful, make her need him, then he won't ever lose her. He sneaks out when she goes to work to keep her company even though she initially tried to get him to stay home. No one sees him, so it won't matter. Besides, petting an invisible kitty is a good stress relief when dealing with awful customers, and certainly beats regular stimming.

The more Alice cares for Jack, the more powers he gets back, starting with the ability to talk. It's a huge shock for Alice of course, but Jack makes it clear that it's because of her love for him that made her stronger.

Of course, that love is platonic, at least at the start, which Jack knows full well, but he'll work on shifting things to a romantic love... especially after he gets the power to shift back into a form that has hands.

Like in typical canon, Jack answers Alice's questions as best he can. He probably lost his sense of identity like in game canon, so he references CloudyTown and stuff "he" did there, mixing up the show's lore with his own past. It's also intermingled with his many years spent wandering the streets being ignored and going crazy from the loneliness.

Jack does let Alice know that he used to be able to change from a cat to human. He just... can't anymore. He thinks it was because he was forgotten. He doesn't know why no one can see him until Alice came along.

It's so sad and tragic that Alice can't be unmoved by his plight. Sure, it makes things a bit awkward knowing that Jack is sentient and used to have a human form, but she feels for him. It also makes sense now why Jack always turned away whenever she changed.

Yes, Jack could have peeked. He could have even watched Alice while she was bathing, but he didn't. He refuses to do anything she won't allow. Cuddling her and sleeping in her bed is innocent, but the thoughts he'd have about her when she was undressing were anything but. He loves her too much to take advantage of her innocent trust in him. He needs her to want him to see her in that vulnerable state... even if it drives him crazy lusting over her. Poor pitiful kitty can't even have a good wank off session with his paws.

Still, despite knowing that Jack was human and is sentient, it's hard for Alice not to fall for his feline charms and not think too deeply about that fact. She still winds up cuddling him and petting him.

Of course, when it first hits Alice that she's treating a human like a pet, she stops and apologizes, but Jack insists that it's fine. He enjoys their cuddle time. He gives her the big, pleading kitty eyes as he begs her not to stop, and she can't help but give in.

Awkwardness soon fades and settles into a strange new normal. Alice does wonder if Jack really is real or if she was just so lonely she imagined something this crazy... but his presence is comforting. He keeps her company almost all the time. She doesn't feel alone anymore thanks to him.

Also... now that Jack can talk, he says such sweet things. It's weird to have a "pet" take care of her, but he reminds her of when it's time to brush her teeth, wakes her up for work, helps her get chores done despite how awkward it is with his paws and small size... It's so endearing.

The encouragement and assistance Jack gives Alice is wonderful, and his jokes are so fun and silly, but it's the praise that leaves her feeling flustered. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that he's almost flirting with her sometimes. She's in denial that's what it is, but it feels nice to be told that she's cute, and Jack is so sincere about it... and how can she not melt when he says sweet things with such a sweet face?

It's one morning that things change drastically. Alice's bond with Jack strengthened over time to the point that Jack finally can change back into a mostly human form, though he does have cat ears, a fluffy tail, and whisker markings.

It was a big surprise to them both really, as Jack transformed in his sleep. Alice had gotten used to cuddling up to a talking cat during the night, so it was a shock to wake up in a pair of big muscular arms. Jack was so happy when waking her that morning, giddy to show her his (mostly) human side, that it slipped his mind what a shock it would be.

Naturally, Alice bolted back against the wall away from the stranger in her bed. Jack quickly started reassuring her of who he was and that she wasn't in danger. He stooped down to her level, pretty much wilting really, with ears folded back, as he apologized for scaring her. He was just so happy that he wasn't thinking about how it must look from her side...

Seeing Jack so pitiful and sad, Alice feels her heart go out to him. Once things calm down, she can't help but be amazed by how he looks. Unthinkingly, she reaches up to pet his ears and feel how they attach to his skull. She only fully realizes how forward she's being when Jack starts purring.

Flustered, Alice immediately pulls back, only for Jack to whine at the loss of her touch. He didn't mind it at all. He always loves it when she cuddles with him.

It's a complicated feeling for Alice. On the one hand they've been very close for so long. On the other, Jack is definitely a human, so it feels different now.

Yet, Jack is so sweet. He's mindful of her hesitation, even if he's disappointed. It's harder for him to hide his feelings with such expressive ears. Alice can't help but want to reach out to him, especially after they've already spent so much time together, getting to know one another. He's chased away the loneliness that had been haunting her for so, so long.

Of course, now that Jack has a human form, Alice finds her feelings slipping into "dangerous" territory. He makes her feel so good, so loved, and she feels for him too. She doesn't want to dare assume he might feel anything more for her than just a friend, but she can't help but notice the way he looks at her, the way he clearly longs to be near her. He's so tender and gentle... and they've already been so cuddly.

It's easier for Alice to find herself cuddling up to Jack, letting him and taking guilty pleasure from his gentle warmth. He pets her hair too in return, and it feels surprisingly good... a bit too good at times.

The line between friend or something more blurs with all the cuddles and petting. Alice feels guilty about it, but Jack keeps encouraging her until, finally, something has to give and their relationship changes. Both of them feel relieved when it does, as they couldn't help but worry that their feelings might not be reciprocated.

In a lot of ways, it's pretty close to the normal continuity, just with some fuzzy ears on top. Jack can change into a cat at will now. As he gets stronger, people can start to see him, perhaps as a feline silhouette, or maybe with some unsettling shadows not from a cat. He's certainly going to be a bit territorial and not be afraid to hiss and use his claws if absolutely necessary.

Still, this kitty is pretty content thanks to Alice. Jack loves it when Alice carries him around as a teeny kitty, warm and snuggly against her chest, even in the cleavage of her shirt at times. Naturally, he returns the favor, carrying her around the apartment as often as possible. It's only fair after all~!

Naturally, Jack wants to get intimate with Alice as soon as she lets him. He's so pent up. Even with hands to take care of himself, all the cuddling and now kisses just make him ache for her even more. He longs to be inside her, biting her gently and growling in pleasure as he takes her.

A bonus with Jack being part cat is that he gets to have some vibrating action when he purrs. It adds a whole new dimension to their lovemaking, whether he's using his mouth on her sensitive parts, or thrusting himself deep inside.

Oh, I'm reminded of the cat-like features I mentioned in the Omegaverse AU. I guess Jack, having feline features, would have a dick that's ribbed for her pleasure too. Tongue too. Neither would be sharp because rule of sexy, but it would add a very pleasurable texture that a clever man like Jack is going to take full advantage of~

Of course, Alice can take advantage of those feline features too. The base of Jack's tail and ears are quite sensitive, and she quickly learns what spots get his motor running. Of course, getting Jack excited will lead to him pouncing on her and getting rather frisky, but Alice would certainly be expecting that result~

I can imagine Jack could make himself look fully human without any feline features, but he knows Alice finds his cat side to be adorable. She has a hard time resisting petting him when his ears and tail are out, and he certainly wants to encourage her to pet him as much as possible. He also wants to encourage her to let him pet her as much as possible.

Of course, if Jack can become powerful enough that other people can see him, he'll have to stick with only cat or human form when out in public. Still, even when other people can see and hear him, he prefers to be in Alice's company. Cats have their preferred human, and Alice is Jack's.

Naturally, Jack would have to be sneaky about showing Alice love when in public if there's a chance of getting caught. Good thing he has that perfectly innocent little kitty form to hide in. I can imagine it would lead to some interesting interactions where someone shows up only to find Alice incredibly flustered with a slightly disheveled appearance, while her "pet" Jack is just casually looking smug, as all cats do.

Person: Whoa, what happened to you?

Alice, not looking them in the eye: Uh... Jack, m-my cat just... ah, got a bit excited.

Person: Heh. Cats, am I right?

Alice: Haha... right.

Jack: :3c

Hmm... I wonder then if the other love interests should have cat transformations in this AU too. It'd be a crime if Shaun doesn't have that ability but Jack does. Jack already gets together with Alice, so I don't want to be extra cruel to Shaun.

Admittedly, I don't have too many ideas for other characters with cat modes. Well, aside from an image of Shaun taking care of his baby MoonPie by carrying her around by the scruff. This post was mostly just indulging in sweet moments with my OTP with a bit of feline flavor sprinkled on top. Maybe I'll revisit the idea again if I get more ideas than just a bit of fluff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this silly romp with Alice and Jack having some feline fun times!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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Moyo life update

Hey friends so yeah uhm... Well after our old man kitty Zook passed on the 4th my dad decided pretty much immediately that we'd be getting kittens because he thought we needed kitten therapy. Initially the plan was only to get 1-2 because we do still have Sophie (Zook's sister) and while she adores the pants off me she's admittedly a grouchy old lady towards everyone else so we weren't sure how she'd do with a kitten. She's also 15.5 so that's why my dad wanted more than one kitten because Sophie doesn't play much.

My brother's girlfriend knew a family that had a litter of 4 kittens and the plan was for us to take 2 so as to not overwhelm Soph. But get this: on the 4th while my mom and brother were saying goodbye to Zook at our vet... a 12 week old kitten just waltzes up to the door! One of the vet techs grabbed him and was like omg he's here for them! But the other tech wouldn't let her interrupt my mom & brother so she took him home with the plan to tell us about him when we were slightly less sad. When my mom called the vet Friday morning to settle our account she told us about him and he was ours an hour later. My brother named him Waffle (short for wunderwaffe dg2, idk spelling I don't play cod).

But we still wanted Waffle to have someone who wasn't 15 years older than him so Saturday morning we went to meet the litter of 4 kittens my brother's girlfriend's mom's friend had. It was pretty easy, two of them clearly liked us most right away. So by mid day Saturday had two more kittens. They're 8 weeks, and named Pez and Cooper. Cooper is the runt and the first thing my brother's girlfriend said when she saw him was oh my god he's so derpy. 😹 But my dad said he thinks Pez knows Cooper is a little behind and looks out for him.

So far they're all separate. Waffle has his space, Pez and Cooper have a space, and then Sophie has reign of the house. They've had a few supervised meetings that have gone well. Sophie's gave her warning hisses if they've gotten too close but otherwise has just watched them. Pez and Cooper aren't scared at all because they came from a house full of other animals but Waffle is pretty scared. He gets all poofy and growls both at Sophie and the other kittens but we don't think he's had experience with other cats since nobody knows where he came from. So we're working on him so he'll be less scared.

ANYWAYS, because I work part time and from home I am the primary cat carer. Between all the cleaning/kitten proofing, giving Sophie ample attention, and acclimating all three kittens I'm utterly brain fried. I've been trying to work on some CC but I've not been able to sit down and actually play sims at all in weeks what with how sick Zook was and now kittens. I did have a sims 2 birthday gift planned but there's no way I'll get to finish it or any of the other CC I've got in progress by that date. I really just want to play but I'm in cat mode so it's what it is. But in the meantime while I can't play I've been watching a lot of sims YouTube content instead (like sammy sundog's service area videos) so that I can still get my sims fix until whenever I get to play again.

I'll end this post with a pic of my good old girl Sophie because she's handling all of these changes pretty damn great so far. But yeah long story short basically I don't have anything sims to contribute to Tumblr right now. Hopefully soon.

[zorilleerrant]

In Era Appropriate Fashion

@flashfictionfridayofficial

I try not to go outside when I’m coded to Ancient Egypt. I try not to go outside in any of the periods where people didn’t really believe in time travel, but the more work I do on the Knife the more often I’m back here, and what’s the point of that if I never go outside? So I try to limit it, and I try to take someone with me so we can keep each other in check. It’s harder than it seems.

I don’t know what it is about right now specifically that makes everyone throw caution to the wind. I’ve got earlier and I’ve gone later and it’s right around here that tourists are the worst, almost regardless of where. The pyramids certainly don’t help. It’s so common I don’t think they even get blacklisted over it.

It’s not my fault. I know the rules. I follow them, too, but it’s – well, it’s not like we’re supposed to hide the fact that we’re coming out of The Library. Nobody’s ever asked me to do that. And if it were really necessary I’d think Kristoff would have something to say about it, and he never has, even when there’s no one there needing him to shift them into period dress on the fly while they try to walk away.

I mean, my clothes are provided by the university, so I can’t say how hard it is.

It just doesn’t seem hard, is all.

And if it is I figure they could’ve asked someone inside to help, instead of showing everyone a spell that’s not supposed to be invented until 1804. I mean not that anyone could recreate it purely by visual inspection. You have to hope.

The point is: I’m dressed correctly and Elise is dressed correctly and we went through all that trouble of learning the local accent and everything. We shouldn’t ping anyone about anything. But you see people coming out of The Library one time, and no one ever buys your new to the area quiet life routine ever again.

She gives me a look. I give her a look. It’s really looks all around, especially coming from the locals, who we’re both studiously avoiding looking back at, because then we’ll have to answer their questions. Or possibly bring them towels, which is really very illegal and would probably cost us our jobs.

On the upside, since Elise tends to know when to run, and I tend to know when to put my guard up for a fight, since neither of us has any idea what to do at least it means no one’s probably about to throw a punch. We could try improv, except that neither of us has started, and by now that most likely means we won’t.

One of the locals holds up the cat again, giving us the hard sell about bestowing a blessing. Like, it was persuasive the first time, but now they’re really laying it on thick. The cat blinks at me thoughtfully. I don’t know? Elise mouths over the cat’s head.

If it were something like purifying some water or perking a crop back up, we’d probably just do it and be on our way. But the thing is, I don’t know anything about cat fertility. I don’t know how to bless anyone with kittens. I can see Elise wracking her brains for what spell her neighbor used as a kid, but she wasn’t a necromancer then, and in all honesty, I think she was mostly distracted by the kittens every time.

I guess we could just fake it. Neither of us is a vet, though, and if there’s something actually wrong with the cat, which it’s unlikely we could even figure out, it kind of feels like cheating. And what if there isn’t anything wrong with the cat, and we end up causing a problem instead? Also, like. I’m not even sure how to determine if the cat wants to be pregnant. Or if that’s a thing cats think about.

Anyway at some point in my deliberation I seem to have been left alone to make this decision because Elise has started to scritch the kitty and seems well on her way to just straight up stealing the critter, so she’s not going to be any help. And she’s even cooing nonsensically in the right languages so I can’t even snap her out of it by reminding her of causality or anything.

I try to discreetly open a diagnostic. It doesn’t really work because for one, that’s a cat, and for two, diagnostics are huge, but I don’t know that they’re literate enough to know I’m looking at nonsense language, right? Anyway, there’s nothing overtly wrong with the cat. I wait for Elise to grab her.

It only takes about three more smooches on the forehead for the cat to climb up into Elise’s arms, at which point I can turn, and cast a general health and wellness spell. It’s fine if I block it with my body, right? Because I don’t know exactly when it was invented but it was definitely closer to my turn of the millennium than theirs. In any case, the cat seems pleased. Cats always seem pleased after they meet Elise.

I almost change my mind on heading to the market after all of that. She grabs me by the wrist and takes me anyway, and at least the rest of the walk doesn’t have anyone trying to offer us prayers or ask for boons.

I am worried about talking to any of the priests, now.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with someone over fishkeeping and cat food? I know how the title sounds but hear me out. This happened a couple years ago and I'm still friends with the people this happened with but it still weighs on me. So I have always been kind of militant about husbandry when it comes to the animals I keep(autistic, it' a special interest) and I don't really like to deal with people who don't take caring for living creatures they willingly bring into their home seriously. I sold a fish tank to my, then, partner J who wanted to get into fish keeping. J and D, our other partner, lived together. After taking the tank home and cleaning it up we were throwing around ideas for what to put in it. It wasn't too big but also not small, but he kept throwing out species that would far outgrow the tank or species that would fight and kill each other. Every time I shot these species down J took it well, realizing the space was either too small or they would die and didn't want the fish in improper conditions but D kept telling me not to "squash his creativity" and he could "do whatever as long as it made him happy". At this I obviously hopped on my soapbox about how it's our duty as animal owners to give the animals we keep proper conditions and D went absolutely off on me and mentioned how I care "too much" about how other people keep their animals and had always made her feel bad about how she feeds her cats and now I was doing this. For context my cat eats a raw diet. I did a lot of research and talked to my vet and he's doing wonderfully while one of her cats is extremely overweight to the point he waddles instead of walking and the other two are getting there as well, both of which I've brought up concerns about but I have NEVER shamed the way she fed her animals. She had been interested in the interest I had taken and had ASKED for better quality food recommendations, so I gave them, but NEVER told her she had to feed them a certain way. A majority of our conversations were just me info-dumping and her being happy to listen and ask questions occasionally. Anyway J kind of backed out of the conversation at this and D and I went back and forth a bit before D finally said "I don't think this relationship is going to work out if you won't let this go"(This being I have pointed out one of her cats is grossly overweight a couple times and it's extremely unhealthy, especially since he's aging now) so I said "Yeah I think so too. This is something I clearly care a lot about and I'm not going to be with someone who puts their own or their partner's feelings over the well-being of the animals they are responsible for"(referencing when she said a few times when talking about the fish that it was okay if the fish killed each other or died from improper conditions as long as J was happy with how the tank looked and "it's not like we're putting kittens in with sharks, they're Just Fish") and we broke up there and then. Since then we've still stayed close friends after a short break from each other(I'm actually her Man of Honor in her upcoming wedding to J!) and she's actually made moves to better the quality of the food she buys her cats and is working on getting her obese cat's weight down and J's fish tank hobby is going very well(with proper keeping standards!!). But the situation at the time still weighs on me and even though we're genuinely too busy with work and life to make a relationship work anymore anyway and that was also a factor of the breakup.... AITA for beginning a breakup over animal husbandry?

What are these acronyms?

[supersoftly]

In regards to the squirrel, the man rescued the squirrel in Connecticut where there's no laws against adopting wild animals, but purposefully moved to New York, which does need a permit, in order to make social media content about the animal and start an animal sanctuary. Squirrels not being able to get rabies does shift my decision in regards to the morality of putting it down, but it seems silly to say that he wasn't breaking the letter of the law in every way.

The real concern was the raccoon, which was the rabies risk. You also need permits in NY to own those, and his own neighbors reported him for the way the animal was being taken care of. The owner claimed the raccoon was being 'rehabed' but he was being hand fed by people. It was 100% being exploited for content, and being interacted with in a dangerous way.

I want to make it clear that my stance is, in an ideal world, people would need permits to own domesticated animals like cats and dogs because the majority of pet owners are not equipped to handle their animals. Most pets are miserable. And very dangerous things can happen if idiots try to apply the same philosophies to wild animals. I do not want the man who owns an animal shelter to have multiple animals in his possession that aren't being properly taken care of or licensed. Its extremely irresponsible. Killing was probably an overreach but I think that in a just world, the animals never should have gone back under his care.

I read a post on tumblr recently about an old woman who began feeding cat food to some raccoons, which led to a herd of about 30 wild raccoons becoming violent and territorial over both her yard and her neighbor's yard. Every raccoon had to be killed. Wild animals are not pets. They are not domesticated animals. They should never be treated as such. Get a cat or a dog if you need an animal in your personal life instead of trafficking squirrels and giving raccoons ice cream.

I understand where you're coming from, perhaps for me, I have a deep mistrust of government handling animal welfare appropriately, and cross that with excessive use of force in regards to whether people have proper permits or not yet they'll do nothing about the illegal dumping, theft, gangwarfare, squatters and drug use abundant in these urban landscapes, New York especially, it just completely reeks of overreach.

I believe between our positions, it's likely just a differential of priorities and how we believe it's best solved. I've tackled the idea of forcing permits on all pet owners because I do agree with you that many people are incapable of taking care of their animals, but we have to recognize the law is a tool, creating new laws are effectively just printing pieces of paper without proper enforcement and simply put, it's absolutely unfeasible to enforce. Where's the funding for it? Are you going to have beat cops asking ID for every single dogwalker? Are we going to charge a fee everytime a farmer has a litter of cats and didn't tell the state? Vets now have to turn away anyone who owns an animal that isn't registered. Pet stores are basically going to be an 18+ since arguably minors shouldn't have access to things they cannot afford. Homeless guy has a dog? Better euthanize it since he doesn't have a permit. And even when we do have proper permits in place, still accredited zoos end up being rife with abuse, but because they have the blessing of the state, for whatever reason, that gives them a pass to continue to profit from said animal abuse just cuz they appear "professional" (see Marineland).

And personally, as I've done research into animal sanctuaries and rehabilitation (it was my original post-secondary accreditation), they desperately are in need of more help, more money and more awareness literally everywhere as most of these places that aren't supported directly by state fundraising (which is only a pittance) or a wealthy billionaire are volunteer run by bleeding hearts. More red tape would absolutely destroy these things as they've done with laying down the law for homeless shelters or feeding the homeless. I would be more optimistic if when the state gets involved they make things better, but as with most animal welfare, it most always gets worse. Even in the case of animal rescue, our greatest state solution to exotics running amok was to shoot them all and be done with it. It's easier to deal with a problem when they don't have rights afterall. I do agree things should be handled better especially when it comes to wild animals and social media, lord knows there's an idiot willing to pet a wild bison for a Tiktok video hiding behind every influencer, but I don't concede that every social media-er who boasts animal welfare is doing a bad job, when as with all things social media related, it's through a lens and there's a hidden perspective behind it. We can judge as outsiders as best we can, but only the people directly involved with the animals know what's going on.

You don't have to trust me though in regards to my scrutiny of government managing animal welfare, there are many YouTubers who from the love of their heart started their own animal rehab/sanctuaries who speak very candidly about how difficult the law is to obtain proper certification, but are very happy to let you kill it and skin it any way you please without batting an eye. For example, people often will dump animals on rehab properties without permission and if it's an animal they cannot rehab, they have to get rid of it quick to either a proper sanctuary or kill it, else they will be charged.

I understand this is all of us upset starting from a perspective of care for the animals, and while I don't necessarily condone the brash attitude people have about this whole situation, I do believe this particular instance was government overreach and likely outright negligence. You can't tell me this was the only and optimal solution when even in Canada we didn't euthanize the famous Ikea monkey, but encouraged the owner of her own volition to give him proper care at a sanctuary where he still lives today.

I'm not sure if this is also worth bringing up, the the anonymous tipster was found bragging about it on FB and did not even live in the state she was supposedly worried about, so I'm less inclined to believe their intentions were pure and not straight up just malicious use of state enforcement.