#you can have my cats i don’t care

[cleradinthealps]

if taylor swift could do me a big favor please and play stay beautiful in pittsburgh on 6/16 i would be forever in her debt

[medi-bee]

isat pokemon au, my liege?

my rambling in tags

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I’m now fairly certain that every Persona protagonist is (or has been) some flavour of depressed/traumatized, with the exception of Chad Narukami

[blueheartedwolf]

Y’all I’m completely flat broke and need cat litter, cat food, and groceries. My phone bill is due on the 7th. I had to call out of work yesterday because of nerve pain and now I only work two days this week and need to pay rent too. I really can’t do this shit anymore I’ve been trying so hard to get by without help bc I never feel like I deserve it but I can’t take it anymore. My friends and partners can only offer moral support bc we’re all fucking poor.

I really don’t know what to say. I know so many of us are struggling and it makes me so mad that ANYONE has to beg online or out on the street just to survive. I’m so angry all the time that community aid is seen as a last resort. It should be easy to find help and support in the people around you and it’s not and it’s bullshit. So few people care.

I don’t have a dollar amount I’m asking for, the number would be so high and I don’t care if I get all I need I just need SOMETHING. Anything to feed myself and take care of my cat.

Please.

[chialattea]

Nami WIP + some chibi doodles heheeee

[yuripira4e]

I want to preface this post by saying that I love the cat king as a character, especially one that has such a major impact on Edwin and his relationship with his queerness and learning to be okay with it; HOWEVER, I also believe that everyone that genuinely believes he should be a love interest for Edwin should read this. (Also if you just like the cat king as a character and want to understand his character better and why his and Edwin’s relationship is not something that would be healthy or “real” for either)

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

This is like, the fifth time I’ve had someone say “you can’t even tell you own a cat” and I pointed out all my cat’s toys and stuff and they were like “I mean it never smells bad in here” and I’m just confused? I can often tell when someone has dogs based on their house smell, but when I visit cat people a majority of them have normal smelling houses? I can only think of one instance that was different and they were fostering multiple cats and could only fit the litter boxes in the living room. Who are they visiting that have weird smelling houses? I’m legitimately confused? The only place that smells strong is the closet where his litter boxes are and they mostly just smell like litter dust. I wouldn’t say they smell like flowers, but if you keep up with the boxes it’s not that bad? Is this about marking things? There’s only ever been one cat who I couldn’t stop from doing that behavior and it was a senior in a house that wasn’t mine who’s home owner didn’t want to put stuff like cat trees on the main floor. Give them other ways of marking things (stuff to rub and scratch, especially near entrances and windows) and make them feel secure and they are way less likely to mark with piss? I’m not saying no cat is ever going to have that behavioral issue when provided with all the other options and stuff, but it’s way less likely. Most people I know don’t even deal with the piss marking. The two instances that come to mind involved parents who didn’t want to ruin their decor by having cat stuff in the more trafficked areas and didn’t like the cats themselves. If you don’t listen to the advice then it doesn’t have a chance of working. I have to stop myself before I infodump more about cat care. I’m just confused by the comments I’ve gotten from visitors.

[glamourooze]

I took this photo of my boy, Miguel, this morning at 6:45am. I knew this would be the last morning I would have waking up with him. He has always slept in my bed and I have always woken up to him nearby. Every single day for the past 15 years and 9 months. And now I have to go to sleep without him near my face or on my back. Not even under my blankets with me. And I will wake up without him. No weight on my legs or meowing for breakfast.

I mostly fear that moment tomorrow morning when I first wake up and I still believe he is here. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt so fucking much because in that moment I will be happy again. But it will come and go so fast. I almost want to believe that maybe if I do believe strongly enough, if I can trick myself enough into truly believing he is still here and just in the other room, then maybe the universe will realize its mistake. ‘That person believes their cat is still alive so it must be true! We must have made a mistake!’ And the universe will plop Miguel back into my arms, healthy and alive and purring. I wish it worked like that.

I miss him so much. And the thing is, I’ve been missing him. He’s been a little down for a while now. But it got worse around September 15th and by the 20th, he wasn’t eating and was stumbling around. Falling and getting cold. I was so fucking scared. I cried into his fur, telling him over and over “I’m not ready. Please don’t break my heart. I’m not ready.”

We got him to a vet and he was extremely anemic. They could barely draw blood. But all the tests came back negative. The only thing they couldn’t test for at the time was cancer. They gave him a bunch of medicine and we took him home. We bought him joint meds and iron supplements and senior cat food and treats. Some high calorie snacks to help him gain weight. And he was better for a while. He finally ate some kibble! Which he hadn’t eaten in years. He had completely switched to wet food.

So Miguel was eating kibble and drinking water and taking his meds and doing good. He got to see my daughter turn 9 years old. He got to see my sister’s kids one last time. Because they had recently moved away but unexpectedly dropped by just a few days ago. But this past week he got bad again. Doing the same stuff he was before. Not eating. Drinking lots of water. And, I failed to mention, but while he was eating and ‘getting better’ he was having trouble with leaking poop.

It was hard but this whole week, and really the whole extra month we had with him, I’ve been thinking real hard on his whole situation.

Love hurts. It fucking hurts. Because all love comes with suffering. I must suffer because I love him and I didn’t want to force him to stay alive just to avoid the pain of being without him. So I made the choice today, after having him by my side all last night, to euthanize him.

I had him stay in my bed one last time. I didn’t care if he made the bed messy. I have a washing machine. I just needed him to know that I love him and that I was going to take care of him. And I think he knew. He kept rubbing his head against me and I petted him all night. Talked to him. Told him everything that was on my mind and how I’m still not ready, not 100 percent ready, but no one ever is and I wasn’t going to have him go another day and night with an empty belly, falling down everywhere. I thanked him for the extra month. That it really helped me get ready. And that he can go play with Molly now. (My daughter’s kitten that died back in January of this year)

I made him a sweater. Hand knitted it. He always loved wearing clothes. It was a beautiful, warm day. A perfect last day. Miguel’s last meal was on Friday. It was a pork street taco for our local Mexican restaurant. I always get the pork ones on Friday because they are on sale. I always order an extra one for him. I’m glad he got to eat that. That he had the energy to eat that day. The extra month I had him, he got to eat all of his favorite foods. Spaghetti, pork tacos, turkey, pepperoni, bacon, ham. My boy loved ham. And anytime we ordered a bacon cheeseburger he would come over, begging for a bit of bacon. His favorite snack was pepperoni slices. Second favorite snack was strips of ham or turkey lunch meat.

I’m going to share some pictures of my boy now.

And I apologize for this long, sad post. Especially since I haven’t been around Tumblr for a long while. I’ve been with him. My boy. My Miguel.

[samglyph]

I’m outnumbered by cat people in the gc so here’s my headcanon about Arthur getting a giant fluffy seeing eye dog and yes I looked it up they were a thing in the 30s.

[songofwizardry]

so I had the summer (in reality, like… almost three months) off from one of my volunteering roles and I’m 20 minutes into my first meeting back and I am already so irritated and angry. maybe this is Not A Good Sign.

[ryderdire]

I don’t know as much as i should about warriors to make this post but . I really like the idea of an au where one of mapleshades kits survives and become firestars grandparent or smth because imagine her finding out about leafpool and seeing ashfur go to starclan would she protect her great grandkids would she even know. so many thoughts

[mutalune]

hey siri how do I stop feeling gutwrenchingly anxious in the guilt way for using the treatment methods available to me to not be in constant misery

[figofswords]

I got a handmade wolf link plushie at a con this weekend and he’s so soft and such the perfect hug size so I’m sitting here at my desk a grown adult working on my comic and he is just. in my lap

[lesbiansanemi]

WARNING FOR ANIMAL DEATH/MUTILATION IN THE TAGS

I think I’ve figured out why it’s the stuff with my cats that gets me the most viscerally upset when it comes to my roommate and I think I need to tell him why that is… we had a talk and he apologized for a lot of stuff but I just feel like I need to explain why I react so intensely to him hating my cats/wanting me to get rid of them

[steelycunt]

people who treat hamsters like disposable pets and seem almost proud about not caring what happens to them. i hope you are shot btw

[obstinaterixatrix]

mom was saying how she wasn’t good at getting gifts and was like “I don’t even know what to get you :(” and I was like. no mom. I’m the problem here.