#still paying off vet bills of my kitten

[pinstripedaisy]

Ouu :c Hope you're well now!! I also wanna say thank you for doing readings for us too! I love how you read and interpret it! ^^

Love🥰💕

Thank you my dear! I adore reading tarot for all of you.

I’ve had an extremely difficult year and this has brought me a lot of joy

[ms-demeanor]

I've been following what's been going on with Belphie the kitten and his person, Greer Stothers, has just mentioned pet insurance in a tag on a post and I wanted to give an example from my life backing up why pet insurance can be a good idea and why I think it is worthwhile.

Two years ago my sister's dog had bloat while she was on vacation. The kennel he was staying at recognized symptoms and called my sister to clear them to take him to the emergency vet. My sister is very financially secure and this dog is an enormous part of her life, so she said yes with barely a moment of hesitation. That ended up being about twelve thousand dollars of emergency surgery.

Large Bastard and I got pet insurance for Tiny Bastard the same week because we realized that if someone had presented that option to us, we would have had no choice but to have Tiny Bastard put down, and we didn't want to be put in that position.

I did a lot of research about different kinds of pet insurance and different levels of coverage and annual maximums and deductibles and so on and so forth. Tiny Bastard is a senior dog, so this was going to be expensive no matter what options we went with, so I chose a moderately priced plan with a $500 annual deductible, unlimited annual coverage, that pays 80% of the bills incurred annually below the maximum. What that means is that we pay the first $500 of care totally out of pocket, after which point we are reimbursed 80% of any vet bills for care covered by the plan.

The first year we had this plan I was kind of iffy about it. It's a noticeable monthly expense and we didn't even spend the deductible in vet bills the first year. Except that a month before the policy was set to renew, Tiny Bastard got diagnosed with diabetes. We now have monthly insulin costs and syringe costs; there are tests she has to have regularly to monitor her overall condition and we need to do more frequent vet visits to track symptoms.

Suddenly the insulin alone means that the insurance is break-even within six months and the additional visits and tests are something we can afford instead of something we'd have to put on credit.

Our plan (through ManyPets) covers medication, surgery, diagnostics, medical equipment, and euthanasia and cremation. It doesn't cover pre-existing conditions, joint conditions for dogs who were signed up over a certain age, dental care, spay/neuter, vaccinations, or prescription food but honestly all of that makes me just kind of wish we'd signed her up earlier - her knee problems *would* be covered if we'd had her signed up as a puppy, and the monthly cost would have been lower if we'd signed her up then. And there are at least a few emergency vet bills that I wouldn't still be paying off on my credit card. Hell, I've probably paid more in interest on some bruising she got in a fight three years ago than I have for this policy as a whole.

I am glad that Greer is able to take care of Belphie. I am glad that my sister was able to take care of her dog. But I'm also really, really glad that for a relatively low cost, I would be able to take care of Tiny Bastard if she were catastrophically injured, or if she needed emergency surgery. I'm glad that I'm able to take care of her now with her medications and her additional vet visits.

There are a lot of people who say that pet insurance isn't worth it, especially not for young animals. But if your young animal gets very sick, or gets badly injured, or eats a hairband and needs an emergency endoscopy, then it will probably be VERY worth it. It's a risk/reward question. You feel like you're wasting money if you're paying for a policy that you never use, but honestly that just means you're lucky to have a healthy pet.

I'm lucky that Tiny Bastard was relatively healthy before I got the insurance; I'm also lucky that she was insured when she was diagnosed with a chronic illness that will need lifelong care. This enables me to provide care for her that would otherwise be financially unmanageable, and that makes the insurance *extremely worth it* from my perspective.

And Belphie is a good example of why it's a good idea to get coverage even for very young pets. Greer is recommending it because this kitten has required a tremendous amount of care during a period in his life when it's generally taken for granted that a cat will be healthy. (And Greer is not stupid for forgoing pet insurance - pet insurance is still a relatively new concept and there are lots of people who are leery of it for a number of good reasons)

So I'd say that if you've got a pet or are getting a pet it is very worthwhile to find a pet insurance plan that fits in your budget. There are a variety of plans out there and some are very inexpensive. Check coverage levels (you can even get some with wellness plans that include dental care and vaccinations) and see if there's something that works for you.

I personally don't think I'm ever going to own another pet without having pet insurance. It's ridiculous how much easier it is for me to say yes to diagnostic tests or different treatments than it was before because I know I'm going to be able to fit Tiny Bastard's care into our budget.

[supurrb]

hey there friends, long time no talk!! i bring you a cute kitten saturn and also a request for help.

saturn has unfortunately run into some issues with her spay, and with my older vet bill from daffodil’s pancreatitis diagnosis in december still eating up my funds, i need your help to continue to afford her care.

i completely understand if it is not feasible, as we are all struggling at this time, and even a like/reblog is incredibly appreciated.

i have set up a goal on ko-fi for the remaining funds owed on my last bill, which you can find here.

if i can at least have daffodil’s emergency vet visit covered, i can have a little more breathing room in paying off saturn’s debt over time.

i appreciate you reading this far if you have, and for your love for my kitties. they mean the world to me and are truly my reason for living.

i can provide invoices with personal information redacted if necessary, for both daffodil and saturn.

[martinijordan]

My kitty is sick. :(

Honestly, I don't know how to do this and if I'm doing this wrong, I do apologize. But I need a bit of help. My cat, Loras, who is 7 years old, has fallen ill with a fever sunday 12/3/2023 and has consistently had this fever come and go ever since then. My family and I have taken him to the doctor for testing and xrays to try and pinpoint what has made him ill and how to better treat him. However, up until now, despite all the testing, his fever is still considered something of unknown origin. And while we try to keep his temperature down - the vet bill has gone up considerably. While it is my family and I's top priority to take care of him and provide him with the best care, I know this isn't going without causing considerable stress on every one within my family especially as this takes place while we are enduring other ongoing financially taxing events (car troubles and paying off vet bills from my other kitten's (Binx) surgery). If you could spare anything at all, to help with paying off the debts made by the vet bills it would be greatly appreciated. if you can't donate, sharing this with others would be just as much help. So far, Loras has an appointment with the vet again on thursday (12/7) and friday (12/8) for a recheck. We are hoping his fever stays down and he wont require more extensive testing but if it comes to it, he will be given all he needs. 

I've changed my kofi goal from getting a tablet to paying Loras' bills because honestly, he comes first. I don't need an upgrade, i need my baby better. 

Here is my paypal link incase you would prefer to donate to paypal: here 

( & This is a link to the original kofi post I made of this today if you'd like to donate through kofi. ) Thank you for everything, even if just reading about my bby loras. P.S. please excuse any typos i may have. Im tired.

[emberfaye]

A story for you:

As you know, my cat is basically one of the few things that tether me to this Earth. Whenever I have to travel for work/family, it's very hard to leave her behind at the vet, where she is boarded while I am gone. The vet is great: super professional and they play with her and just generally great people, but Cat is still anxious whenever we drop her off, and I always cry while driving away from her. In order to lessen this emotional turmoil for both of us, I ended up imagining/making Cat a bizarre story to explain where she goes.

Basically, Cat is not actually being boarded at the vet. And, Cat is not a normal sort of cat at all. In fact, she's a secret agent, and she's not trapped at the vet; she's actually going for training at the CIA, or the Cat Intelligence Agency.

At the CIA, Cat is a senior operative who has traveled the world to help diplomatic relations between countries through cat and other CIA related activities. This includes going to Eastern Europe to visit her fellow brethren in alleyways, busting out kittens from kitten mills/bad breeders in the farmlands of the Americas, and smuggling money, toys, and Churu treats to cat cafes all over Asia.

Now, Cat is at her prime, but she does have a team she uses to make sure operations run smoothly. There's Caramel (in charge of communications), Marshmallow (goods and services), Peanut (intelligence) and finally, Choco (wild card, arms). All of them come together to help restore balance to a very politically turbulent world of cats. Granted, they don't always get along. Peanut fucking runs off into tangents all the time. Choco gets into fights with the local birds. But no matter what, at the end of a mission, you can find them at their local bar and fish fry spot: Crunchies. (Though, at times they get too high on the catnip and forget to pay their tabs, so.)

Sometimes, Cat is called in to teach a class overnight. When this happens, she has to train future CIA agents to for missions. This includes making sure they hunt down the grasshoppers that entire their humans' homes, teaching them enhanced interrogation of other animals (mostly mice, but once, Cat fought a duck in order to find out where three kittens were being held hostage), and, my favorite, doing security of the premises. Otherwise known as "doing the rounds," Cat makes sure all these new agents are observant to any changes to their environment, which may include but is not limited to unfamiliar humans entering the premises, keeping watch when doors are closed, making sure their humans are fed, and, of course, fighting anything evil, like bills, noisy neighbors, fireworks, and the leaking faucet.

All in all, the CIA is just one major agency that cats work at. Some work at the FBI, or the Feline Bureau of Investigation, where they find humans who do bad things to cats and then... you know. Others work at the FDA, which is the Feline Department of Agriculture, in which agents try to consider the ways previous generations have impeded on the local environments and what can be done to restore them (trapping cats, spay and neuter programs, indoor only policies, etc.) You should ask what your cats do for a living; you never know what world, or whose world, they are saving, even if it is just your world.

xx

This is the best thing in the world thank you for sharing.

I think I have a story somewhere written about my kitties when I was young, and how they were protectors when I wasn't around.

[hallieerin97]

I Hate asking anyone for help, especially out of nowhere. But my pets are my life and one of them needs help. Stevie is an 11 year old DSH brown tabby cat. He was adopted as a kitten from the local Humane Society. He was born with ulcers on both of his eyes, when they healed the scar tissue cause his eyes to become foggy and he has been partially blind ever since. Because of this, he was named Stevie, after Stevie Wonder.

Stevie has not had an easy life, but he has taken it in stride. He is so happy and full of life. He has survived hot spots, a house fire, a cancer scare, receiving the wrong medication that made him sicker and multiple ear and eye infections.

He has been scratching his ear and eye raw to the point of bleeding because of the ear and eye infections.

Despite our best efforts with the antibiotics and having a cone on him the infections keep coming back. After having the cone on for 18 months he’s found ways to get around it to scratch again. After many, many expensive trips to multiple vets for blood testing, skin testing, dental work, vaccinations and ear swab testing.

We have ruled out allergies, Thyroid issues, cancer and herpes (though they believe he has had herpes in the past, that could still flare up).

Our only successful diagnosis is a cocci infection in his ear, mild anemia and a type of dermatitis that is causing severe itching that he scratches at to the point of self mutilation. Our only course of treating him to keep him comfortable is to continue the antibiotics for his ear, give him expensive food and supplements, an oral corticosteroid, and continuous bloodwork every few months.

Anything we gain from fundraising will go to paying off the current vet bills, as well as paying for the corticosteroid that costs $163+tax every 6-8 weeks, and the bloodwork he will need to monitor for anemia and underlying conditions that may arise due to the corticosteroids.

[population-avenue]

This is going to be a bit of an essay so I will just say before I go into anything,

SUPPORT. ALL. SHELTERS.

To start, I have been working in animal welfare, specifically sheltering, for some time. I currently manage the dog department and its staff at a small "no-kill" humane society. We rely solely on donations and grants to keep us running.

When working with other shelters/rescues and especially when in the hiring process, I see a multitude of attitudes regarding euthanasia. Of course most people in animal welfare are down for medical euthanasia, suffering is clear to see and vet money is not so easily gained. But specifically behavioral euthanasia is such a dividing line in the community. People I interview gush about our no-kill shelter and are so eager to work somewhere animals aren't being senselessly "killed." (Despite the fact we do have to euthanize sometimes. "No-kill" is not "never kill".)

Do you wanna know what "no-kill" means? No-kill is a label - not doled out by anything official at all, mind you - that recognizes when an organization achieves a 90% or higher live outcome rate yearly. A live outcome rate can literally mean anything other than death. Adopted, fostered, rescued, transferred, etc. If the animal somehow left the shelter system and it wasn't in a body bag, they count as a live outcome.

MANY MANY MANY grants, some of them giving oodles of money in support of animal rescue, will NOT give to "kill" shelters. This includes rescues for neo-natal/bottle fed kittens, which of course need round-the-clock care and still manage to die. This includes rescues for senior or medical case dogs where the owner could not afford to pay vet bills. This includes any place that rescues hoarding or breeding situations and take in many sick or malnourished puppies. Those organizations are, of course, NEVER going to achieve a 90% or higher live outcome rate. That is impossible. And yet, because they don't have that label, they miss out on a lot of money to actually help them. Instead, they have to turn to begging people for donations and asking organizations like mine to take their highly adoptable animals, since people do support "no-kill" establishments.

Y'all, I promise you, no animal is "senselessly" killed in animal welfare. For the most part, people in shelters work so hard to take care of animals, and I promise that every euthanasia is painful for the staff. They don't want to have to make decisions based on how long an animal has been there. They don't want to kill anything. But at the end of the day sometimes the best we can give them is our love and a peaceful goodbye.

If you don't want dogs or cats to die at the hands of an untimely demise, ADOPT FROM YOUR LOCAL SHELTER. Do not even look up what their kill status is. That is not relevant to anything at all except how many animals they can't save. And guess what? You adopting one of their animals will be such a weight off their shoulders and contribute to them having better numbers! And wow, kennel space for another animal in need that did not have to result in a difficult decision for staff.

I have a pretty comfy job for the industry, y'all. I only take in what my local demographic is likely to adopt, as I'm at the behest of a director and a board trying to keep our head afloat, and the only reason I'm harassed at all is because the local municipal shelter does not take in animals, (but that's way too much to get into and also not relevant to shelters as a whole across the country,) I absolutely admire the municipal shelters that try very hard to get good pets adopted and never get thanked for it.

I'm at the whim of donors and a board of people who care a lot about a status that essentially means I have to turn away a lot of people who need help rehoming their animals. Your local municipal shelter is working with your tax dollars, and therefore are only beholden to YOU as part of its community.

TL;DR: "no-kill" means nothing, and doesn't help a broad scope of animals or the compassionate people attempting to save them.

Also, we are not lying when we say dog and cat overpopulation is a huge problem. Spay or neuter your goddamn pets and do not buy from non-established breeders.

[I could have several other posts about behavioral euthanasia because that's a whole beast itself.]

I think this is super important to remember.

[bakafox]

First srs day of period and I've been crying over EVERYTHING all day and am so tired.

Also, watching everything about Belphegor the little rex kitten and rooting for his recovery here on Tumblr, I wish I'd known about the black market FIP cure when Vega was sick, but he also might have been too far along, and honestly, I couldn't have afforded it. I couldn't afford what I *did* do and try for him and am still paying off the vet bills today.

It's weird how attached I got to that cat, he was a feral in and out of my yard for only a couple of years, and then only inside my house for like a week or two, but I feel almost as bad about 'failing' him as I still do about having to rehome my dog back in TX when we moved to MI.

(And of course I'm having terrible intrusive thoughts about Cad or one of my other current cats getting so sick. Especially Cad, who's been my baby and kept me snuggly company most of the day while I've been going through tissues and toilet paper bc of all the crying.)

There is a new feral tom in the neighborhood. He's a big black and white shorthair fellow who reminds me far too much of Stucky, one of the first litter that was had under our deck in TX before mom and I got all the ferals fixed.

ALSO, my dear friend Sam is having to go to the hospital, his health is doing super badly, so all the best vibes please for WayTooLateTV.

[jimblejamblewritings]

princesse de mort | part 1.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Life at Hogwarts when your dad is Lord Voldemort is an interesting experience. And four particular people at school make it even more interesting.

Warnings for the Series: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first. this is like a mild dark fic? just shy of being dark?

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Remus Lupin x black!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

(Series Masterlist) 

A little grunt escaped your mouth as you tried to grab your book that was currently floating away. You could hear laughter from far away. So it was a Ravenclaw messing with you this study hall period. It was like they took turns, the different houses. It was rarely a repeat in your tormentors’ Houses. You missed the final grab and your book floated out of reach. You pulled out your wand only to hear an expelliarmus and more laughs.

It was either your wand or your book. If someone stole your wand, they would break it again and it would be the fourth wand before the first month of second semester even ended. You couldn’t afford another one… literally. Money wasn’t something that ran abundantly. Your father’s family blew it all before he was even born and when he rose to power, well, Lord Voldemort didn’t pay for anything. Most of your things, you never liked to think about where they came from and tried to get rid of them once you quickly found a decent replacement.

Everything else came from money you earned helping the house-elves at Hogwarts. You lived at the castle year-round. You had ever since you were eleven. Voldemort didn’t make his presence known— you were escorted to Platform 9 and ¾ by one of his followers with a wand and a letter in hand. Hogwarts was where he grew up. He still saw it as a place to hone magical talents and wanted you to go.

He also requested— demanded— that Dumbledore keep you there. His heir wasn’t meant to get herself killed in a war. You were meant to become the most powerful witch, second only to the most powerful wizard that would be your father, and rise up to take his place in the New Wizarding World Order when the time came. Naturally, Dumbledore agreed to keep you at Hogwarts. It started off as keeping an eye on you, trying to undo whatever Voldemort had taught you. That quickly changed when all the staff realized that you had repelled your father’s teachings like oil and water. Although, they forever stayed suspicious.

You crawled under the table to grab your wand before going to chase the book out of the Great Hall. The book kept flapping like a bird, just out of your reach. You thought you might be able to grab it as you headed outside before hitting a body and falling to the ground. A boy grabbed the floating book.

“Here— oh, here you go, Padfoot. Riddle’s little book.”

You pulled yourself up from the ground to see some of your least favorite people. The Marauders were the oddest puzzle to you. They didn’t torment you nearly as frequently as you expected, leaving that to the rest of your classmates. But when they messed with you, it could be some of the worst if they felt like it. You looked at James as you smoothed out your yellow and black tie. He watched your hands.

“Still not sure how you tricked the Hat into putting you anywhere but Slytherin.”

“I didn’t tri— can I please just have my book back, James?”

“What book? Wormtail, do you know what book she’s talking about?”

“No clue. Moony?”

“Haven’t seen a book. Pads?”

“Are you talking about that book over there?”

You looked behind Sirius to see a small fire. You ran over to try and put it out but it was too late. Sirius must’ve set it on fire the moment James handed it to him. You groaned in exasperation. You’d have to hope the library still had one available because you couldn’t buy another one. Not right now. Your cat was in the hospital in Hogsmeade. Well, the kitten you rescued and hoped would want to stay with you. But the vet bill was going to cost. At least food was given at Hogwarts.

You gave the boys a look and walked off as they laughed. Your first stop was the library to check out the book before anyone else got the chance. You clutched it close to your chest, stopping dead in your tracks when the Marauders blocked your way.

“It’s a library book, not mine.”

“Relax, Riddle,” Peter started. “You dropped your wand.”

You gently took it back from him, eyeing them with scrutiny. “Thank you?”

“It’s not a favor. It’s just no fun to duel someone when they can’t fight back.”

“I don’t want to duel.”

Sirius clapped. “Perfect, we’ll find you when we’re ready. We were thinking about tomorrow.”

“I don’t want…”

They walked off, not even caring. You sighed. Maybe you would get lucky and could avoid them all day since tomorrow was Saturday. But they’d find a way into your dorm. Someone in Hufflepuff would gladly tell them the password if it meant messing with you. And then your House would blame you for spoiling the fact that no one had gotten in from an outside house before.

You grabbed your stuff from the Great Hall— grateful that it was still there— and sat yourself in Charms a bit early. Charms was your least favorite class because Slytherins were there. You didn’t think all Slytherins were bad, just the ones that clung to you. The little posse of wannabe Death Eaters did everything you wanted but leave you alone. They figured being nice to you would earn them prime ranks in your father’s army after you all graduated. And you were sure they were hoping to learn some dark arts from you no matter how many times you insisted that you didn’t know any. That was pretty much a lie. Your father taught you way too much about the Dark Arts way too early. But you weren’t going to share that information with any of them. Especially not the Carrows.

“Here, switch with me.”

You looked up to see Bellatrix Black. She all but shoved the History of Magic textbook into your hands and took the one that you checked out at the library. She put the book in her bag.

“I’ll tell the librarian that I’m checking it out now. I heard what my prick of a cousin did.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

It was hard to tell any of the Death Eater wannabes to piss off— not that they listened. But they especially didn’t make it easier when they did nice things like this. Severus was always fixing any hexes that people put on your things. Regulus and Bellatrix tended to buy you things whenever they caught you down in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. The Carrows liked to play bodyguard if they felt you needed a break from everyone messing with you. Evan Rosier loved to walk over from Slytherin just to pour your drink and put food on your plate every dinner. It gave you multiple nicknames that you hated including Slytherin’s Princess, Heir of Death, The Ring Leader, Little Dark One.

Bellatrix sat next to you the entire class. You had to give it to her, at least she was smart enough to not really talk to you today. Charms was nice and boring. That was how you liked it. You wished most of your days were nice and boring. You and Bellatrix walked to your next class that you were glad you didn’t have with her. She stopped at the door.

“You remember Lucius Malfoy? He was—”

“Prefect when we were first years, I remember.”

“He’s having a rally. Are you coming?”

“No. I’m studying for O.W.L.s.”

Bellatrix’s face fell a bit. “Oh, but O.W.L.s are still so far away.”

“My father expects me to get Outstanding in everything.”

At those words, Bellatrix lit up again. You swore she had the weirdest schoolgirl crush on your father. She began going on about how of course your studies were important to your future. You just gave her half nods and barely a wave as she left and said that when O.W.L.s were done, she looked forward to finally seeing you at a rally. You wondered when they were going to realize that you were never going to a rally. You were never going to a meeting. You barely even communicated with your father.

He sent letters often— that could never be tracked and you weren’t even sure how. You sent one maybe once every two weeks according to the instructions he left on how to send one. It was complicated. You hated everything he stood for, everything he did but he never once hurt you. He was actually a loving parent. You knew it was because an heir to a throne needed to be loved and raised a certain way but even if it was out of obligation, he was a good father. And it wasn’t like his letters told you about his recent killings.

He actually tried to keep you out of it— you were supposed to raise a happy new wizarding world. He thought the murder was senseless sometimes. If everyone just listened to his order, they wouldn’t even have to kill muggleborns— just throw them in prison or ban them from ever entering the wizarding world. Muggles wouldn’t have to die, they could be easily subjugated and put in their place. You weren’t sure how he didn’t see that everything about his ideals were wrong. But his letters were usually asking about you, telling you something you didn’t ask about, or writing about his ideas for your future including which pureblood wizards seemed like good marriage prospects. So, you would write back about what you learned and would attempt to give reasons to turn down every boy he put on the list.

He would just send back more or counter arguments but trusted you knew them since you went to school with most of them on his lists. You wanted to throw up when he had suggested Regulus and could have dropped dead when he thought that Sirius would be a good idea as well. He wasn’t even phased about Sirius being against him— he stated that it wouldn’t matter when he took over because everyone would fall in line. Sirius and Regulus were from one of the oldest pureblood families and your father liked that. It didn’t help that Regulus was a blushing mess around you, which led to more taunting from his brother. It was wrong to be glad that usually it was directed at Regulus but at the same time you were glad it wasn’t you.

You kept your head down as you walked in for dinner. You were always sitting on the end, near the door. No one ever sat next to you. The Slytherins, if you accidentally caught their eye, tried to wave you over for meals. In second and third year, you used to reluctantly go over to appease them. Now, it was only ever so often if you were feeling really lonely. You jumped up when your cup spilled into your lap, knowing it was another student considering you weren’t even touching it. A Gryffindor walked by with her friend.

“My sister almost died because of one your father’s stupid followers.”

You just stared at the stain on your skirt, giving up. You were almost done with dinner anyway. Knocking on the barrels, you walked into your little broom closet of a room. They had to move you into a small single room in fourth year after your roommates attempted to smother you in your sleep. At least, you think it was them. The point was it was done muggle style so no one’s wands could be traced for last spells used and you hadn’t seen it happen so you couldn’t point out the attackers. But either way, it meant you had to be moved before they actually succeeded next time.

The room was the literal broom closet— you remembered storing cleaning supplies in there two years ago. Dumbledore added a window to make it seem less cramped. You didn’t really care. You only needed a place to sleep and to store your clothes. You had the rest of the castle to live in. After all, Hogwarts had been your home year round for a few years now. You changed into pajamas and sat on your bed to continue reading your textbook. Even if your father wasn’t expecting good grades, studying was all you did. You didn’t have friends, the quidditch team refused to even let you try out, no one let you into their clubs. There was truly nothing to do but study. You were at the top of classes out of pure boredom, not because you were trying.

You decided early in the morning to just meet your maker. The quicker you entertained the Marauders then the quicker they would leave you alone. Maybe this would be one of those times where they were all talk just to watch you get uncomfortable. But hiding would provoke them. You grabbed the few coins you had because you needed to pick up the rescue kitten from the vet at Hogsmeade later and shoved them into the pocket of your dress.

You kind of dressed like a grandma but those were the only clothes that second hand stores really had. You refused to wear anything your father got you if you couldn’t figure out where it came from because you weren’t about to walk around with a dead woman’s dress or accept one of his followers’ jackets. So all your clothes were a bit grandma-ish, sometimes grandpa if the men’s section had good stuff, but you tried to modify them as best as you could. You could hear four sets of footsteps behind you and sighed as you waited for one of them to say or do something.

“Princess!” That would be James.

He took to taunting you with the Slytherin’s Princess nickname. Peter and Sirius both preferred Little Dark One. Remus liked Ring Leader. You turned to face them, wrapping your cardigan around you.

“Yes, James?”

“Where are you going?”

“I just want to go to Hogsmeade, Ja—”

“Potter!”

You closed your eyes at the voice behind you. It was Evan Rosier which meant Severus and Mulciber were definitely with him. The cackle behind you let you know that Bellatrix and Narcissa were with them.

“Bloody hell,” you whispered.

“Rosie!” James sneered. “So good for you to join us, we were just about to have our duel with Princess. Weren’t we? She agreed to it yesterday.”

“You’ve had your fun.” Evan whipped out his wand.

You scurried out of the way as Evan practically threw himself to take your place. You could still hear footsteps following you. The stride sounded so calm compared to your scurry. A hand grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back, almost slamming you against the wall but stopping just shy of doing so. Remus gave you a smile that would seem so sweet if it was on anyone but him.

“You know they’ll just duel you later, might as well just stay and take it now, Ring Leader.”

“So you can dangle me from the ceiling like you all did to Severus last week?”

“Snivellus came up with that jinx, not everyone else’s fault if it caught on with the whole school. I’ll let you down after a few minutes, won’t be nearly as long as Snape was dangling from that tree.”

“I’d rather not have my knickers shown to the entire school, it’s the one thing you haven’t made fun of yet.”

Remus eyed the skirt of your dress. “They have little hearts on them?”

You wormed your way out of his grip and kept going to the school entrance. Remus laughed.

“So they do have hearts on them!”

You acted like you didn’t hear him as you walked. When you reached Hogsmeade, the vet handed over the little kitten with a collar now on her. All the tests came back clean, the kitten was already neutered, and they gave her shots. You coughed up most of your money until next month and took the cat, naming her Missy. The boys were waiting for you when you came back. You held up the kitten as the weakest defense and they all laughed.

“Princess got herself a kitty. Rosie and Snivellus were not nearly as fun to duel… Evans, go out with me!”

“Shove off, James,” Lily said as she walked by with Marlene on their way to Hogsmeade.

“Next Saturday then… where do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“I’m not Princess, stop calling me that.”

Peter laughed. “I think all the little Slytherins at your beck and call say otherwise.”

“I don’t ask them t—”

“It’s not like you had to,” Sirius cut you off. “Why wouldn’t they follow the head Death Eater?”

“I’m not, how many times do I have to say I’m not a Death Eater?”

“(Y/N) Riddle. I think that proves everything we need to know.”

You felt a gust of wind and found yourself pushed into Sirius, holding out a hand so you wouldn’t squish Missy. Peter tucked his wand back into his pocket, satisfied with inconveniencing you.

“Are you okay?” Regulus asked as he was coming up with his friends.

You just dropped your head against Sirius. Regulus wasn’t exactly helping your point. Sirius scoffed at his little brother.

“She’s fuckin’ fine, Reggie. Don’t have to kiss her ass all the time.”

“Give him a break,” James said. “Got to kiss her ass first to kiss her father’s.”

You felt heat rush to your face and you knew that Regulus was blushing like mad. He stuttered and left with his friends. You looked up when the hallway finally got quiet.

“I’m not my father and I’m not a Death Eater!”

Sirius laughed. “Sure you aren’t, Little Dark One. Do you tell yourself that before or after you torture first year muggleborns?”

“Ah, Pads, don’t be like that. She gets the posse to do it,” Remus joined.

All four laughed.

“Cause Princess can’t do her own dirty wor—”

They all stopped when you leaned over to peck Peter on the cheek and then Remus. You looked back at Sirius with defiance, finally pushing yourself off of him.

“I wouldn’t kiss a muggleborn or a halfblood if I was a Death Eater. Can you please stop now?”

“I mean that was hardly a kiss, doesn’t really prove anything.”

You stomped your foot and began to walk off. A patch of ice made contact with your foot and you slipped, hissing as Missy scratched you from the sudden panic of going down. You turned your head to see a mixed group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs laughing. The sickles in your pocket went flying.

Before you could scramble to collect them, they were floating away just like your book. You set down Missy and began to try and chase after your money. The group laughed before they stopped at seeing the Marauders had grabbed your coins from the air. It was like an unspoken rule that when the popular boys were in the middle of taunting you, everyone else waited their turn. They kept moving to their weekend destination of Hogsmeade.

“Please give them back,” you requested.

“These?”

You were trying not to come off as desperate. No one knew you needed the coins. They all assumed you were rich and your historical family wealth didn’t help even if no one knew now that they had been completely squandered. Your mother had been some random pureblood. She wasn’t even from the UK, no fortune but pureblood prestige— that was all your father had wanted her for anyway. You weren’t sure if you should tell the boys that you needed the money or not. Sirius raised a brow.

“There’s four sickles, I think a kiss for each.”

“I’m not kissing the four of you. I’m not a whore, Sirius.”

“Kissing doesn’t make you a whore and if you were getting paid four sickles, you need to rethink your prices. Already gave two of us a little peck, might as well finish the job… I’m getting bored.” He pocketed the sickles.

“Wait… no snogging.”

James snickered. “No snogging, Princess. Any other demands?”

“Stop saying I’m a Death Eater.”

“That’s worth a snog.”

“No longer messing with me is worth a snog.”

“Is that what you want, Princess?”

“N-no. I just want my stuff back.”

Remus fished the coins from Sirius’ pocket. “No snogging, not a Death Eater. Got it. No more demands from you.”

Remus leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. He grabbed your chin and moved your head from Peter to Sirius and then James. The sickles were pressed into your hand. You stuttered out a thank you, scooped up Missy, and left. The boys watched you walk off. James shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Little Death Eater ‘s not a bad kisser. Was she wearing lip balm? Kind of tasted like oranges.”

“Prongs, we promised—”

“Right, right, not a Death Eater. You also promised me a butterbeer at Three Broomsticks, let’s go.”

(Part 2)...

[jlandersen01]

My cat of 10 years passed away 1 year ago, the anniversarywas ironically yesterday 10-2. We took her to the emergency vet. $600. Follow-up with a regular vet only to put her to sleep as whatever the emergency vet told us was not the correct diagnosis and my cat was suffering and would never have a good quality of life with a $1400 surgery with a 80% FAILURE rate. The regular vet bill along with her cremation and memorial footprint was another $500.

I was DEVASTATED. I never thought I needed pet insurance since she didn't go outside. It took my months to pay off $1100, money i DIDNT HAVE. MONEY IM STILL IN THE HOLE AND SET BACK ON.

The day after she passed, I invested on pet insurance for her son, her last surviving kitten of her litter. Yes, he's older so it costs me a bit more because at the time he was almost 10 himself. Now he'll be 11 in December and I feel better knowing in an emergency he can be taken care of with diagnostics, bloodwork, and if needed a surgery is mostly covered without seting me horribly back.

We got a new cat, a cat we were told was a bout 2. No hesitation got her pet insurance. It's a great investment.

I HAAAAATE when people try to talk others out of getting pet insurance by saying “just put some money away in a savings account once a month” and act like pet insurance is a scam or something. Like, do you not realize how much emergency vet bills cost? Unless you have an extra $1000 every month to put into savings, that’s not going to work, not for an emergency. For a regular check up or to pay the deductible or percentage you owe if you HAVE pet insurance, then sure, good idea. But not to pay for an entire emergency vet bill. 🙄

Like my pet insurance is $94 a month for TWO cats. If I put $94 a month in a savings account, I’d have $1128 after a whole YEAR. That is NOTHING when it comes to vet bills, especially for two animals. And god forbid your pet gets sick three months into having them when you’ve only managed to save up three months worth of money? Or breaks a leg and needs a surgery that costs $5k when you’ve only saved up $1k so far. Or you manage to pay for that 5k surgery and then something else happens two months later and you no longer have enough saved for it? Then what? And what if your animal ends up with a chronic condition that costs you $500 a month? How long are your savings gonna last? Are you gonna use a credit card for that and then be stuck paying that bill for who knows how long?

Like, as a poor person who never has any money to save, “just saving” for an emergency will do me no good lmao. Having to pay $94 for pet insurance that will pay 90% of the cost of an emergency is a MUCH better choice.

I think people mistake pet insurance for like, not having to pay vet bills at all. A lot of pet insurance companies won’t pay for pre-existing issues (that does suck but if you get a baby animal and get it on insurance right away then it shouldn’t matter), and they don’t usually pay for things like annual check-ups, shots, spay/neuter. But those aren’t emergencies, those are just the bare minimum you as the owner should be able to pay for yourself.

But if your new dog runs into the road and gets hit by a car on a weekend, has to go to an emergency vet, and needs surgery to survive? You’ll be glad you have pet insurance then.

[quitetheketch-moved]

Hi, I'm Byron, and this is one of my cats, Little Girl.

We need assistance with a small vet bill, replacing my computer, and saving for living expenses.

Other places to help: Paypal | Venmo | Cashapp

Full context: Little Girl is a stray that was dropped off in my neighborhood a few months back, when she was still a kitten. I live in a rural area in the deep south and have no access to no-kill shelters. Finding her a new home in my area would have been difficult if not impossible. I took her in and now love her more than anything, but while I can feed her and my other, fixed cat with ease and take care of both of their immediate needs, I need help getting her spayed and vaccinated. The upfront cost is $250, more than I can save up for alone.

This is my decade old desktop computer. It's well loved and has been limping along for the last five years, but earlier this year it started blue screening regularly. Video and audio drivers have been crashing, the USB ports are failing, the side panel will no longer stay on, and it has a host of other small problems that can no longer be ignored. I am disabled and chronically ill. I need to use a desktop for physical accessibility, as well as my safety and mental health; this computer is my lifeline to the outside world. It pains me to do this during the worst inflation we've seen in years, but it has to be replaced. I expect it to cost between 600 and 1800 dollars.

Lastly, sometime within the next 4-18 months I'll be able to move to a safer environment. Plans are still being finalized, but I have to leave my current residence no matter what. Because I am disabled I'm dependent on donations and what few Etsy sales I can make to feed myself and get my meds, half of which are for a heart condition and all of which are essential to my health and wellbeing. The high goal of this fundraiser should ensure I can pay for the things I need to do before I move, and help me continue to stay housed, medicated, and fed until then; if there is any money leftover by the move, it will go towards getting settled in my new home.

My parents died in 2020 and with them went the most important support network I had. While I don't need much to live each month, losing the 50-100 dollars I got from them has crippled me on top of the shock of mourning for them both so suddenly. The isolation of living where I do, being unable to safely be myself or even form social connections in my town, has been a great deal to bear. This move will save my life, but I desperately need help to make it.

I want to thank you for reading this far and helping me spread the word. I hope you have the best day you can.

[silentanomaly]

UPDATE 2: Frankie has undergone his surgery, and no amputation!!! He is on his way to recovering. Will be crated for a little while, taking meds, and have plenty time for rest as is recommended. I haven't heard from my sister about any additional expenses. So, I wouldn't worry about donating anymore. Big thanks, again, to everyone who donated and shared this post! It really went a long way. My sister feels a lot better knowing about all these people that cared enough to help, even if it was just for her cat. This has indeed been wonderful! More pictures below. Tumblr won't let me upload the before and after x-rays...image literally isn't in the list, assuming because the site is filtering it out, classifying it as "too graphic" or something, lmao.

UPDATE: Thank you to anyone who donated, and those who reblogged the post! With the current funds, Frank will be able to see a specialist *today* for less than what was initially anticipated. Said specialist has many great reviews, and is confident in his ability to restore Frank's leg, whereas other vets were telling my sister they would just amputate it. Not only that, this specialist gave her a better price for the procedure than initially anticipated. Still yet to hear back about the operation, and any additional expenses, if any. Will keep this up, just in case, and provide further updates if any, until it is certain that Frank's recovery has concluded in such a manner where he will no longer need our help (so, maybe hold off on donating for now, until said updates, but, keep Frank in your thoughts, if you were intent on helping out). :)

Hi. So, my sister's cat, Frank, made a mistep on a banister, took a nasty fall down where he hit another banister, then landed on the stairs. As a result, his leg was shattered. Not sure how things will go. There's a pretty likely chance his leg could get amputated. But, either way some form of surgery must take place. He's basically still a kitten, just grown a bit. He, his brother, Giuseppe, and my sister deserve better. If anyone on this site could have it in their heart to help out a stranger's cat and said stranger, by contributing funds to help my sister pay for her imminent vet bill, that would be wonderful. Please, help out our boy.

More pictures of the sweet boy and his brother attached.

[hihigherdi]

It’s been a little over a month since I moved in. I am still pretty much just unpacked, nothing is really organized. The kittens seem to be settling in; I was worried about Minnie, she was hiding under her blanket far past the average amount of time my vet said they should be adjusted but when I pulled out this super old cat carrier she used to play in? Big turnaround. She sat in it for an hour and she’s not been under the blanket since, and she’s noticeably more relaxed with Buddy too.

My mom had to have a surgical procedure on her pacemaker. She seems to be fine, I haven’t spoken to her. That was her milestone - she wanted to have that done and recover at home, and then she’d move to the home with my dad. There is a two bedroom apartment coming up in mid October and I want us to get that for them. I hope it happens but I’m not keeping my hopes up. Knowing I would not have to manage their bills in the same way I am now would be life changing for me.

I checked my vacation balance, and I’m maxed out. That is six weeks of vacation time. I’m not sure when I’ll take it, maybe October? I see myself taking a ton of time off Oct-Dec.

Kim’s mom’s memorial is sep 25 so I’m going to go to Seattle, attend that and then take pictures of the Alki unit and get that rented. I’ve got some people lined up for it who are interested, and I raised the price a bit to account for property taxes going up. I’m motivated to pay that property off now, going to think of a plan for that soon.

My sister’s loan is almost complete but her ex partner is not going to sign anything until he gets what he wants. I’m actively attaching myself from that scenario emotionally. Trying to anyway. I’m super proud of her, she applied for a number of jobs. We take about people “just getting a job” but it’s not as easy as we think sometimes.

I’m just wrapped up in a blanket, watching Hulu drinking coffee. I have not laid in bed past 7am in so long, it was crazy. Crazy good.

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Guess I'm going to javelin to put the kitten in the kennel we bought for Sirius when he had bad vertigo for two weeks.

Idk what my mom's problem was during the night. She wasn't even the one taking the kitten to the litter box nor to the kitchen to make sure he ate. That was me, and I made sure to be as quiet as possible so she could sleep.

But outta nowhere she threw the biggest tantrum when Muffin scratched at the screen door around 5:30 this morning. She screamed at him to knock it off, then got up and yelled at me for bringing home a kitten when she "had reasons to not being one into our home" and that now the cats we've had for 10yrs (literally just Gizmo, Muffin is 4yrs so her logic is flawed) don't even want to be in the house anymore. She also started referring to Gizmo and Muffin as HER cats, smh.

Nah bitch. Nah. I pay for their vet bills and even if I give you cash for food and litter, the money still comes from me so essentially I also pay for all their other needs. Sorry, they're legally my cats due to this.

But yeah... guess before work now that I'm up I'll set up the kennel so that the kitten doesn't run around and "prevent my mom from doing what she needs to get done". It's a big kennel so his litter pan, a bed, blanket for the bottom, and his food/water dishes will all fit in there.

All this cranky bitch will have to do is check occasionally to see whether he needs his dry or wet food refilled.

[sophiefosters]

tia's tl;dr problems.

tl;dr

> kicked out an abusive family member which strained us financially. > trans dad has been suffering chronic pain for years + and we're struggling to get her treated and diagnosed. > I am getting worse with my own anxiety/depression/etc and work is giving me suicidal idealization and thoughts. > nan moves in (which is great) and gets told she has cancer again + we learn she has a brain tumour. > we get a kitten which has helped me more than I can say but vet bills are costly. > I have applied for disability but we are unsure if I will be accepted. > I was kicked off my dad's disability because I "made too much" and to get me back on, I can't even work more (even though work causes above), so we're stuck with me making less and not even having the extra money she gets for me.

bills: > car: around $300 now; we have paid off $800 so far. > phone: it is at $600 and that includes my nan's; we've almost paid off our phones so I'm hoping it goes down. > credit card: It is like $150 right now as I've had to put purchases on it because I'm out of money.

you can view the long post here but I wanted to shorten it and make it more readable.

DECEMBER 15TH 2021 UPDATE.

We are still struggling immensely. Our car was hit by someone else and while their insurance is paying to fix those damages, it still has others things that need to be fixed, and we still have to pay off the mechanic.

I was denied my disability application and even though I am going to re-apply, that will take time, and that is even if they accept me the 2nd time around.

Our lovely kitten, and the light of my life, has surgery coming up to be neutered alongside his necessary vaccines.

[seajaysims]

Before donating, I'd like to know how many hours you work and how much you make a week. With a 40h job on base salary, you should be able to move out without begging for money on tumblr.

I don't have a base salary... I work as a sub teacher which pays you for the days you work, not a salary. The job itself is about 199$ every day that I work, and sick days/days where I can't come in aren't counted as either. Taxes are still taken out of course. I also have to pay for my own health insurance if/when I decide to get one or my medical bills, my own groceries, the internet bill at my current household, partial rent, and my own phone bill. Let alone any time the kids get a holiday (which has popped up a bit often since they returned from Christmas break and we had a whole week off, along with various days through-out the month) I do not get paid for those days.

The amount of money I make is dependent on if I can come into work, and more often than not I use that money to provide for the medical/vet visits for my cat, my own medication that I can't get discounted because I don't have insurance from my job, along with what was mentioned above. I should also state that when I got my cat about 6 months ago she was a kitten, so I had to pay for each of those vet visits with my own payment from a private vet that lives by my home because every petsmart and petco in my city is booked until August. Her last visit was about 3 weeks ago. Once that stopped, I was asked to pay rent and the money I was saving to get an apartment went to that.

There was also an entire week I went to work with a UTI that turned into a kidney infection that I was holding off so I could make enough money for the vet visits for my cat. I eventually had to go to the clinic for that and pay for that visit out of pocket since as I stated, I do not have insurance. The price for that visit, the medication, along with the usual medication I get took out almost my two paychecks for the month.

My next paycheck on the 17th is also going to be cut in half since the kids had an entire week of school off for winter break. I also live in NYC, which the cost of living here is extremely expensive. More often than not plenty of these apartments that have 1800$ for rent a month require you to have a salary of up to 50k a year, which I don't make.