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trillgutterbug · 2 years

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hey y'all i threw this up on fb last week for the old person crowd but figured someone over here might be interested too. it's a pretty basic primer on some common "problem" cat behaviours and their solutions. for context, i've had 15+ cats over the course of my life, and currently have 7 of them (plus 4 dogs) living with me in our one-room house (entirely bloodshed- and drama-free lol). i've been doing animal rescue, rehab, grooming, and medical care on every level from the professional to the volunteer for over ten years. i've never taken official training in cat psychology, but i've read extensively on the subject and learned a lot from hands-on experience. the following list is all things i have observed and put into practice myself, with very positive results, so take from it what you will!

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BEHAVIOUR: attacking you suddenly, “for no reason,” during petting.

EXPLANATION: Because cats are designed to hunt small prey at night and crawl into very small spaces, the nerve cells attached to the guard hairs of their coat are extremely sensitive! A cat can tell from the lightest touch how close a wall is to their body, or which direction the mouse they’re pouncing at in the dark is running. Because of this extra sensitivity, sometimes being petted even very gently can be overstimulating. Imagine someone tickling your armpit—some people find it enjoyable, but even a very patient person will get annoyed if it’s done too much! Similarly, some cats are more sensitive than others. Although there are almost always some sign, if you pay close attention, that a cat is becoming overstimulated (a twitching tail, ears folding back, pupils dilating, a rippling motion under the skin of their back), sometimes even the cat doesn’t know they’re becoming annoyed until their ninja-like hunting reflexes kick in and they turn around to wallop whatever’s literally getting on their nerves.

SOLUTION: Look closely at your cat during petting. Watch for signs of annoyance. Don’t zone out and methodically pet the same area over and over. If in doubt, stick to the head and shoulders area. Every few seconds, pause your petting and offer your hand for the cat to sniff. This allows them to take a break from the sensation, rethink any growing annoyance, and decide for themselves if they’d like the petting to continue. If they rub against your hand, then continue for a few more seconds. If they turn away, lash their tail, glare at you, or hiss, stop petting! Sometimes there are conflicting urges going on in a cat’s brain and, even though they’re enjoying the social interaction of petting, physically their nerves are being irritated. This can look like a cat enthusiastically headbutting and rubbing against you, even purring, while hissing and swatting at the same time. Confusing, but normal! If it seems like your cat is getting overly excited by the petting, simply stop for a few minutes until their nerves have a chance to calm down.

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BEHAVIOUR: rolling over “for belly rubs,” then attacking when you touch their tummies.

EXPLANATION: cats are not dogs! With some exceptions, very few of them like belly rubs. The stomach is a very vulnerable part of the body, full of vital organs that need to be protected from predators or enemy cats. When fighting, cats will roll on their backs to use all four feet and their teeth for defense, which means the entire stomach area is basically a red kill zone! When a cat rolls over in front of you, they are not saying “Please touch my tummy!” They are saying “I trust you NOT to touch my tummy!”

SOLUTION: don’t touch the belly! Just don’t! When a cat rolls over, pet their cheeks instead. Some cats might not mind a brief tummy rub, and you can check by lightly touching their chest to see how they react, but be prepared to withdraw quickly if they fold up, twist away, or seem annoyed. Just be flattered that they feel safe enough in your presence to expose their most vulnerable area!

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BEHAVIOUR: “ignoring” you, turning their back on you, sitting far away from you, etc.

EXPLANATION: although, like dogs and humans, cats are social animals, unlike dogs and humans, they are not pack animals. This means they don’t hunt in groups. You might think, Well, what difference does that make?? A big one! Because they don’t need to cooperate with each other (or you) the same way dogs (or humans) need to, their body language and social rules are different. Fighting is very dangerous, since it can cause life-threatening injury, so cats give each other lots of space to avoid conflict over food, a favourite sleeping spot, water, toys, etc. Sitting apart, sharing an area but not challenging each other, is very polite behaviour for cats. Eye contact is usually considered a challenge, so avoiding it sends two messages: 1) “I don’t want to fight with you,” and 2) “By looking away from you, I’m unprepared if YOU attack ME.” This is a very trusting message! You should feel flattered if a cat sits down near you, turns their back, and politely avoids eye contact. It means they trust you, and enjoy spending time near you, but don’t want to seem pushy or aggressive.

SOLUTION: there’s nothing to solve! Learn to enjoy being near your cat without having to touch. However, sometimes this behaviour can indicate that a cat DOES want to be closer, but is leaving that next step up to you. Try making a kissy noise, or offering your hand for sniffing. Your cat might stand up, meow, trot over to you, rub on your hand, etc. If so, great! If they continue ignoring you, that’s fine too. Don’t take it as an insult, take it as a compliment—even when they don’t want petting, they still want to be near you.

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BEHAVIOUR: staring intently at you.

EXPLANATION: just like ignoring you and avoiding eye contact for respectful reasons, sometimes staring can also be a sociable and respectful activity! Confusing? Not really! It all depends on the rest of your cat’s body language. If they are sitting upright with all their feet together, or lying relaxed, or making other inviting signs like rolling over, meowing, slowly blinking, etc, then they are just engaging in their idea of social contact. This might be their version of making a kissy noise to attract your attention.

SOLUTION: try calling them over or extending your hand for a sniff. They might approach for petting, or they might prefer to stay where they are and keep gazing at you. Either way, let them choose. Just like avoiding eye contact, closed eyes is cat-speak for “I’m not prepared to fight. I’m vulnerable if you attack me.” If a cat stares at you, blink slowly at them, shutting your eyes for a second or two, to show you’re feeling friendly. They will probably respond in kind.

(If, on the other hand, they are glaring, lashing their tail, growling, etc, while staring at you, then this means they are feeling threatened or angry and want to keep a close eye on you to avoid being unexpectedly attacked. If this happens, simply ignore them. Don’t make eye contact, give them space, and let them know with relaxed body language that you don’t want to fight. Try to think of things you might have done recently to make them feel threatened, like sudden movements, disrespectful physical contact, or an unexpected loud noise.)

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BEHAVIOUR: sticking their tongue out at you.

EXPLANATION: just like snakes, cats have Jacobson’s organs, which allow them to taste the air around them to gather extra information about nearby food, water, enemies, friends, potential lovers, etc. When a cat sticks their tongue out, they’re basically just doing an extreme sniff of the environment.

SOLUTION: no solution! This is normal cat behaviour. They are not being cheeky or rude. (Special shout-out to my mother, who gets quite offended when her cats “blow a raspberry,” no matter how many times I tell her otherwise 🙄.)

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BEHAVIOUR: biting.

EXPLANATION: of course cats might bite for all sorts of reasons, some of them aggressive, some not. If there are other signs your cat is feeling angry or threatened, withdraw from the situation and think about what might have made them feel that way. Have they been overstimulated? Did you approach them unexpectedly or touch them in an unwanted way? Are they stressed by other things in the environment and feeling defensive? If they seem happy and relaxed, then they probably just gave you a love bite, which they do when feeling affectionate or playful. A quick chomp on your finger while purring or licking is normal.

SOLUTION: if they get carried away and chomp too hard, just calmly take your hand away. Don’t shriek or flail, that will only excite or startle them and might make them bite harder! You can make a little hissing or “ouch!” noise to let them know they accidentally hurt you, which is how young kittens communicate “you’re playing too rough!” with each other.

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BEHAVIOUR: scratching.

EXPLANATION: like with biting, scratching can be an aggressive or defensive behaviour. In fact, it almost always is. However, a cat might “knead” their claws on you while cuddling. It looks like they’re making bread, but your leg is the dough. Kittens do this motion on their mothers’ bellies to stimulate milk flow, so many adult cats continue to do it when they feel safe, relaxed, and affectionate, the same way they felt as babies while nursing.

SOLUTION: while this is normal, friendly behaviour, some cats get carried away. If they’re too sharp, move them off you, put some clothing between your body and their paws, or trim their claws (claw trimming is something that requires patience, training, and possibly an extra set of hands to do. Not all cats are going to cooperate, and you shouldn’t traumatise them by forcing the issue). This is often something a cat doesn’t have a lot of control over, like drooling or purring, so don’t get upset, just calmly remove them if necessary.

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BEHAVIOUR: going to the bathroom outside the litterbox.

EXPLANATION: there are many, many reasons a cat might decide to pee or poop somewhere you don’t want them to, and figuring out exactly why might be tricky. It’s important to remember that, because they are social animals, cats use pee and poop to communicate with each other. Urine contains a lot of chemicals that send messages to other cats, such as their age, sex, fertility, health, etc. Sometimes, if a cat feels confident or aggressive, they will use urine to mark their territory. However, a submissive or frightened cat will try to conceal their urine to avoid suggesting to other cats that they’re looking for a fight. If a cat in your household is being picked on by other cats, they might try to hide their pee in your laundry, a closet, or under a bed to avoid confrontation. Or, if they are feeling possessive of a favourite human and want to warn off another rival cat, they might pee on things that smell like that human (your bed, your clothes, your shoes) to indicate their “ownership.” A similar, common reason for unwanted pee in strange places is litterbox placement. Since pee is a territory marker, it’s important to cats that they’re marking the right places. A hidden corner of the basement isn’t socially important, but the front hallway might be.

SOLUTION: try to figure out why your cat is peeing where they’re peeing. Is it from fear? Aggressiveness? A medical problem? Do they not like the type of litter in the box? Is the box dirty (you should be scooping pee and poop out of it every single day! But don’t scrub it with soap and water too often, or you’ll erase all those important chemical territory markers)? Is the box hidden in some distant, lonely corner of the house? If your cat pees somewhere specific all the time, put a box there! It’s obviously an important spot to them. If it seems like a shy cat is hiding their pee, give them an extra box in a more distant area, so they’ll feel safer using it. Especially if you have more than one cat living in your house, you need to have multiple litterboxes so they can all use the bathroom where and when they need to, without fearing accidental confrontation with each other.

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BEHAVIOUR: scratching furniture, floors, walls, etc.

EXPLANATION: as with urine, scratching things is a very important territory marker. Not only does it leave a visible sign saying “I live here,” but cats secrete special chemicals from their feet and cheeks that they need to leave on surfaces to indicate their presence. You’ll see cats rub their cheeks on things (doorframes, table legs, you) to leave this scent, but to do the same with their feet, they need to scratch. They want to do this in important parts of the territory, where humans and other cats spend a lot of time. Most likely, you will notice them scratching your couch, or your bed, or a well-used doorway: aka, places where they can mix their scent with your scent to tell other cats, “Hey, I live here, too.”

SOLUTION: cats absolutely need to scratch things, it’s a natural and important behaviour that also helps them stretch their muscles and sharpen their claws. It’s up to you to help them choose appropriate places. Just like with litterboxes, putting a scratching post in a distant part of the house probably won’t work. Make note of where they’re scratching the most, and put a scratching post there. Some cats prefer wood, or carpet, or cardboard. Experiment to figure it out! The important thing to remember in these frustrating situations is that your cat is not trying to make your life miserable. In their own way, they are telling you how happy they are to be part of the family, and how much they want to participate in social activities with you. Be understanding of their limited, instinctive ability to communicate these sorts of feelings, and try to come up with creative solutions that will make you both happy.

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A few other things to keep in mind:

- In our society, people generally understand dog behaviour a lot better than cat behaviour, and it’s easy to think of a cat as a “weird dog.” Avoid this common mistake! Cats are not dogs, and should not be treated like dogs, or expected to behave like dogs. Doing so will only cause problems and unhappiness for everyone. Imagine if an alien kept you as a pet, but treated you like a rhinoceros instead of a human. You’d feel pretty confused, unhappy, and disrespected too. If you want a companion who behaves like a dog, get a dog. Maybe cats just aren’t for you! But if you want to have a cat, make the effort to understand them for who they are, and not who you think they should be.

- Don’t ever touch a cat unexpectedly, or without first offering your hand for a sniff. This might seem difficult to do at first, but make it a habit! Your cat will feel more relaxed and trusting in your company if they know they won’t be startled suddenly.

- Don’t yell at or hit a cat. They are very sensitive animals and that kind of treatment will only make them anxious and distrustful of you, which can lead to reacting aggressively or even increasing whatever unwanted behaviour upset you in the first place. I find that a sharp hissing noise or a calm but firm “hey” is usually enough to make my cats stop whatever they’re doing, but if that doesn’t work, then redirecting their attention with some coaxing words, an interesting toy, or sometimes a physical barrier always does. Remember, you are the human being who wants your cat to do an unnatural behaviour (for instance, not jumping up on a tall counter with tasty food on it), so it’s up to you to figure out how to communicate your wishes and come up with creative ways to help your cat respect household rules and rethink problematic activities before they happen.

- Cats need to hang out in vertical space to feel safe and confident. If you don’t provide appropriate tall places for them to go, they’ll find their own places (like the kitchen counters). Clear the top of a bookshelf, or the top of the fridge, etc, for them to use, especially if it’s near a window so they can watch the “cat tv” (birds, other cats, humans, dogs) outside while they relax.

- Don’t hold a cat upside down (“like a baby”) unless they clearly indicate they feel comfortable with that. Just like belly rubbing is a no-no, holding a cat with their belly exposed can be very upsetting for them. Be aware of their body language!

- Despite common myths to the contrary, cats are social animals. Feral cats willingly live together in large colonies, share mothering duties of each other’s kittens, share food, cuddle, and play together. Although many pet cats have been raised without the companionship of other cats, and therefore lack important social skills, or even have learned to fear and dislike other cats, it is not natural for them to be alone. If you are getting a new cat, especially a kitten, strongly consider getting two or more! It might seem backwards, but two kittens are actually a lot less work than one. All kittens need hours and hours of exercise and social interaction every single day, and if you are busy at work, or just don’t want to drag a string around all the time, then your kitten will get bored and frustrated very quickly, and might become aggressive or destructive to entertain themselves. Two or more kittens will not only entertain each other, but teach each other vital social skills such as how to play nicely, how to respect each other’s (and your) personal space, and where and how it’s appropriate to mark territory.

- Always spay/neuter your cat as soon as they are old enough. If they reach sexual maturity without being fixed, all kinds of unwanted behaviours can start happening, such as spraying, fighting, excessive territory marking, roaming far away from your house into dangerous areas, and worst of all, having babies. Although kittens are cute, there are millions and millions of homeless cats in the world, and every new kitten born means some other cat who already exists won’t get a home. There are also many medical problems that can occur in unfixed cats, such as cancer, and regular pregnancies for female cats can cause health issues like calcium deficiency.

- Unlike dogs, who are predators near the top of the food chain, cats are predators in the middle of the food chain, meaning they are also prey animals, and they know it! They need to be wary of attacks from larger mammals (like dogs, bears, racoons, etc), and from big birds. This means they have a different way of interacting with the world. It’s not always safe for a cat to run into the open to greet an unfamiliar person or animal, the way a dog might. A cat in a new environment, or around new people, will probably think it’s smart to hide and see what happens before trying to make friends. Sudden noises or movement can startle a cat and make them feel threatened. Imagine if you were constantly being startled and frightened by animals much larger than you—you’d be irritable and grouchy too! Have patience with cats and try to see the world the way they do. You might be surprised to discover that some behaviour you found mysterious and unpleasant before actually makes a lot of sense!

#cats #cat behavior

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hamtarominecraft · 5 years

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1-35 about jacie(sp??)

1. Name?

Jacie! Ya got it champ

2. Fur color?

Mostly brownish greyish black striped

3. Any family you know (other than you)?

We have her sister Major and while I never kept tabs on them since I was young when we rehomed them she also had another sister and a brother (Lulu and Slyler)

4. Age?

Turning 10 this year

5. Favorite toy?

Cat scratch post (if that’s a toy) and the fishing poles with a feather on them

6. Nicknames?

Jacie-rae or jacie-baby

7. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

CINNAMON ROLL she’s BABY!

8. Length of fluff?

Short & thick

9. Any funny habits?

If I go to bed without her she meows and meows and meows and scratches the door til I let her in, she likes to sleep on peoples stomachs or by their face, she doesn’t do it as much anymore but she used to do that prairie dog thing a lot. Also if you scratch her in the right spot she goes nuts and meows weirdly and licks you

10. How old were they when you met?

A young kitten, I don’t know the exact age, someone put her and her siblings in a box on the street

11. What does their food bowl look like?

A set of two small metal bowls on a little black stand with paw print imprints around the edge

12. Indoor or outdoor cat?

Indoor

13. Recent picture?

14. Old picture?

(I don’t have any old old photos so she looks pretty much the same)

15. Cuddly?

YEA!!! If she’s in my room and not on the bed when I fall asleep she will weasel herself under my arm and in general likes to be cozied up to people she likes

16. Ever changed their name?

Nope!

18. Eye color?

Green

19. How do they express love for you?

She follows me around, gives headbuts, cuddles, and likes to knead and also has one of the loudest purrs I’ve ever heard

20. How do you express love for them?

Cuddle her, give her a treat sometimes, brush her

21. Any theories on what breed?

No because her and all her siblings look very different so she’s probably a mix of a bunch of stuff lol

22. Do they ever wake you up?

Yes because she will push the door closed enough that she barely can’t open it and most of the time knows she isn’t supposed to poop on my floor

23. How much do they meow?

A LOT!! She’s a very noisy cat and will whine just for attention even if you’re no where near her

24. Any hiding spots?

Not really hiding but she likes to sit on the chairs of our dining table, which has a tablecloth so you can’t immediately see if a cat is on the chairs pushed in

25. Do they enjoy guests?

She’s a little skittish at first but usually warms up pretty fast (or you just have to get her to sleep with you once)

26. Lofty objects to sit on?

Any bed, a random chaise longue I have no idea why we have bc it’s just pushed in a random room we don’t use upstairs, counters that aren’t in the kitchen

27. Wear a collar?

(and describe collar?)

She doesn’t anymore because she doesn’t like them and doesn’t care to try to go outside much! But when she was a kitten she had just a plain purple one with a bell.

28. How much shedding?

Honestly not much for how much hair she has, but she needs brushing in the spring

29. Do they enjoy brushing?

Yeah!! As long as the comb isn’t too spikey

30. Ever drink from the toilet?

Oh god yeah she has. I think all my cats have but the worst was Martian, who once was found completely in the toilet with shit on her feet so that was nice

31. How do they get your attention?

Meowing very very loud and relentlessly

32. Embarrassing thing they’ve done?

Not really embarrassing I guess but sometimes she rubs her butt on the carpet when I have guests over but that’s mostly just fuckin weird

33. Weirdest thing they try to eat?

She always REALLY wants chocolate though I’m pretty sure cats can’t have it?

34. Are they like your siblings, children, or friends?

SHES MY BABY GIRL!!!!

35. What time do they eat breakfast?

Whenever she wants but probs late morning since I tend to sleep in late when I’m home

#ask #seasaltvamp #jacie is BABY thank u for sending the ask ily

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justaramblingromantic · 6 years

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superheroes need childcare benefits too

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou, Tsukasa Eishi, Tsukasa Hi’en (OC)/EiRin

Type: Superhero!Family!AU, Freestyle

Word Count: 3071

A/N: Inspired by this post.

This drabble has been sitting in my draft pile for a couple of months already, I think? I was fooling around with the random super power generator and decided to write out something with the results I got, just for fun. Was also in the mood to write cute baby things...so there was that, too, lol.

The thing about being a superhero was that the benefits suck.

There were no such thing as paid leave or annual bonuses and the nature of the work was akin to voluntary military service to the country so it wasn’t exactly very high paying in the first place, either. In fact, it was something like an anonymous, part time obligation to society on top of juggling a ‘normal’ day job and whatever life issues and familial commitments the ‘normal’ population had to deal with…only maybe with a bit more explosions and dangerous, life-threatening events randomly thrown into the mix.

You get to meet all sorts of interesting people with interesting abilities too, and then, depending on their intentions and alignments, you try your hardest to incapacitate, or outright kill, each other. Fun times.

Rindou quite enjoyed it, actually. The thrill of living a secret double life. The excitement and unpredictability that came with every mission. And who would not enjoy being a superhero? Her partner was something amazing too, and they worked together seamlessly. Their abilities complemented each other extremely well, and after all the years of being paired together, their teamwork was one of the best in the country, for their rank and specialty type, even.

That was just as well, since they were partners in every meaning of the word. They had known each other from a young age and had only grown closer over the years, from teammates to best friends to lovers.

Recently, they had also become parents. And with parenthood, came responsibilities that both were suddenly acutely conscious of, towards the tiny young life that they had made together. Being reckless for the sake of having fun was no longer acceptable. They had to be more careful during assignments now, and for the moment at least, they had also agreed that both should not be going on call at the same time – one would remain at home on baby watch while the other was out performing their civic duty.

“Rindou.” Eishi’s calm, smooth voice spoke over the comm earpiece that she was wearing. “Are you heading home soon?”

“Mm,” she replied distractedly, concentrating on focusing her powers and directing them to work as she intended. Her abilities had always been a bit on the wild side and not very easy to control, and she constantly had to work on them so that they would not get the better of her.

It was a simple rescue mission this time. There was a serious collision between two freight vessels off the shores of Tokyo, just sitting on one of the major shipping routes. She had been activated by the agency because her powers were probably the most useful to deal with an incident of this scale involving huge mobile constructs. The crews of both vessels had already been evacuated and airlifted out of the scene so now it was her turn to flex her muscles and get down to business.

“Can you swing by the store for some milk and eggs on the way back? We ran out.”

“’Kay~” Slit gold eyes grew unnaturally bright as she concentrated, willing all her energy into intense mental focus. Visualizing the bright, glowing rope of power in her mind’s eye, she proceeded to grab firmly onto it and give it a mighty heave.

Just like that, the atmospheric pressure dropped, and the energy around her shifted.

Hovering midair over the vast ocean, a mere fifty feet above where the partially submerged cargo ships were rapidly taking in water and about to sink right in the middle of the high sea traffic zone, the redhead watched musingly as a couple hundred thousand tonnage of steel and freight creaked and groaned ominously as the absolute laws of physics were exerted on them…in an entirely unnatural way.

“Is there anything else that you want me to pick up, dear husband?” she asked cheerfully. She was in a good mood today, and for obvious reasons. The sun was shining overhead, the weather was great. All in all, it was a really nice day to be out and about, even if she had to help haul back to the bay two huge ass ships.

There was a pause, and then her significant other remarked. “You’re just really happy to be finally out of the house, aren’t you?”

Before Rindou could respond, a loud, unintelligible squawk transmitted through the earpiece, followed by what sounded like awkward, unsteady flapping. Both parents winced at the ringing, pitched cry.

“Is that En-chan? What’s he doin’? He sounds energetic.”

“Our son is sitting on my shoulder.” Was Eishi’s reply. “I think he’s screaming for you.”

She could not help but grin at the mental imagery of her somewhat ruffled mate having to stay at home wrestling with their quirky and unruly offspring. The baby was barely six months old but the rapid manifestation of his unique abilities meant that his parents never quite knew what to expect next when it came to him. Regardless, Rindou still thought that her son was the best thing since sliced bread. Eishi more or less rolled with the lofty opinion because he largely felt the same way ever since they handed him the squalling newborn straight out of the delivery suite.

“Geeze, he’s probably just hungry again. Feed him well, Tsukasa~!”

The semi-submerged vessels were no longer sinking. If anything, they were expelling water at an incredible, exponential rate, and starting to recover miraculously from their previous, badly listing conditions. Rindou kept a halfhearted eye on the ships, but her attention was caught more by the slight commotion coming from the other end of the line.

Eishi muttered. “He doesn’t want his bottle. I don’t think he’s even interested in milk right now.”

More indignant chirruping and belligerent rustling could be heard from the other end of the line. The older of the two also seemed to be having quite a time of it pacifying the younger one. “En, settle down. I know you hear her voice, but your mother’s not here.”

There was a querying, unhappy cry of what sounded like a young eaglet. By then, Rindou could not contain her curiosity any longer. Her son had been a normal human baby (a super cute, chubby cheeked one) when she had left the house, but apparently that was no longer the case. She would have been more worried as a mother if not for the fact that this peculiar occurrence happened too often for her to be alarmed anymore. In their household, this type of situation was only normal, when one’s offspring possessed the rare ability to randomly shapeshift.

“Eh? What did En-chan become this time? How come all the interesting things happen only when you’re home alone with him? That’s hardly fair at all!”

There was a brief pause as her husband struggled not to share his actual thoughts on the matter, which more or less amounted to how he would rather have preferred not to have anything interesting happen at all when he was left in charge of watching their only child. Because Hi’en was still very, very young and had no control whatsoever over his powers, the infant often randomly shifted into supernatural creatures that had only been heard of and read about in myths and legends. The first time it happened, the boy was only a couple of months old when he abruptly turned into a phoenix chick, and when the panicked parents found the young creature floundering about in their son’s cot, they had initially thought that someone had stolen their precious offspring only to replace it with this strange looking…scraggly, angry baby bird of unidentified origins…and that which could also random burst into fire.

The problem with their child being able to shapeshift into random mythical creatures was that when he was in those forms, feeding and caring for his needs became a unique challenge. Sometimes Hi’en would stay in one creature form for an hour at most before popping back to his sleepy human baby self, other times, he stuck with whatever form he was most comfortable with for days on end and that was when his parents abruptly realized that (mythical) animal husbandry had also became an important prerequisite when it came to parenthood. This time was no different.

Eishi observed his awkwardly flailing son, all wings, talons, feathers…paws, claws and tail. The wings on the back were still small and not yet fully developed, the feathers all fluffy brownish-bronze baby down and not even molting anytime soon. The body was that of a very young lion cub; soft russet gold fur still speckled with camouflaging spots and clumsy, tapering tail fat and stubby from infancy. The front limbs ended in raptorial, razor talons and the back limbs in feline paws and equally sharp pinprick claws. A fuzzy, aquiline face with beady golden eyes and a sharp hooked beak paid rapt attention to his male parent, who was squinting at the youngster just as discerningly.

Hi’en let loose a series of demanding chirrups and clumsily headbutted his father for attention. Eishi plucked the youngling who had insisted on climbing precariously onto his shoulder when he heard his mother’s voice earlier and cradled his cat-sized child against his chest, barely even flinching when the baby dug his tiny claws into his forearms for stability. The white-haired man balanced the cellphone between his ear and shoulder, distractedly replying Rindou even as he padded into the kitchen with the fussing cub in tow.

“I think he turned into a griffin this time.”

“…Huh. What do those eat?”

That was a very good question, and one which the young parents found themselves asking almost every other week these days.

In the background, the massive constructs that were the damaged shipping vessels were now floating lightly on the shimmering ocean surface, delicate as a pair of drifting feathers. Thanks to her abilities to manipulate gravity and air, sending the ships back to the shipyard for repair would be a breeze. Pun intended.

“Think the packet of raw chicken sitting in the freezer will work?” Rindou asked as she started to gather and shape the climate to obey her will. Her gaze turned upwards, watching the gigantic nimbuses roll in and dim the skies overhead. The barometric pressure quickly dropped further, and the ambient wind speed started to pick up. The previously calm, tranquil waters became more restless, choppy, though not turbulent enough to send the ships back down to the bottom of the ocean. Rindou exerted her will and steadily pushed.

The two vessels slowly started to move, the howling gale and reduced inertia enough to set them both limping in the direction of port. Rindou trailed her responsibilities closely, making sure that they would reach their destination with no unforeseen accidents along the way.

Back home, Eishi obligingly popped open the door of the freezer compartment and pulled out the cellophane wrapped tray of chicken. He presented it to Hi’en, who nudged at the Styrofoam curiously with his beak before recoiling from it with disdain.

“No?” he asked the little griffin. His son peered at him briefly with his slit gold eyes before deciding that his father’s shirt buttons were much more interesting. He started to peck at one of them, trying to pry it off.

“I’ll defrost and cut the meat into smaller strips to see if he wants it,” Eishi spoke into the phone, shutting the freezer door and setting the packet of chicken on the counter to thaw. “I think we should find that anthropology professor at the university again and seek his opinion, just in case.”

Rindou grimaced at the thought of meeting the suspicious, twitchy man once more. She was pretty sure that the man was starting to suspect that something weird was going on with the overly insistent couple who kept asking him overly specific questions regarding the diets and behavioral patterns of legendary creatures that should not exist.

“Alright, if you feel that’s gonna help.” An excellent idea struck her. “Maybe En-chan would want fresh seafood instead. I can rustle up a waterspout and bring some catch of the day home!”

“…Please don’t do that.” Eishi was quick to shoot down the idea before his mate could run wild with it. The last time she did something similar in a misguided attempt at domesticity while harboring delusions of a homemade dinner, it rained fish intermittently over the city for an entire day. “The agency frowns upon that sort of power misuse and we don’t have enough fridge space.”

Rindou grumbled. What use were her powers even if she couldn’t apply them for little things like that?

“Come home soon,” Eishi continued. Their child lifted his head from where he had been gnawing at his father’s shirt and chimed in with an accompanying series of inquisitive peeps and chirps. “We’re looking forward to your safe return.”

Despite her disgruntlement, Rindou’s cheeks warmed happily. “Then I shall, since you asked so nicely.”

When two beings with the recessive mutated genome that gave them unique abilities produce an offspring, it is virtually guaranteed that their progeny would inherit the same metamorphosed DNA sequence as well. However, just because that peculiar gene had been passed down from parents to child did not mean that the latter would end up with the same type of ultra-abilities that either parental units had. As such, having children when one possessed superpowers was very much like entering a lucky draw.

There is an implicit understanding that there will be a special prize, but what it is exactly or how useful it will be is something entirely up in the air until the child’s powers finally chooses to establish themselves.

Even before the birth of their son, Eishi and Rindou had already decided on his name out of two reasons.

The first was for bond. Both parents were distinct air types and spent so much of their time in the skies that they might as well have been born birds themselves. They had flown together, fought together, courted, loved. Their mutual joy, their steadfast devotion to each other… Hi’en was the precious culmination of all this happiness.

The second was for blessing. It was the parents’ sincerest wish for their firstborn that he would always be able to fly as far and as freely as he wanted to, just like a brave and lithe swallow, unfazed and unhindered by all the challenges that he would ever meet in life.

When Hi’en’s powers initially manifested in an unexpected way that turned him into a firebird, his parents wondered if they had perhaps named him a bit too aptly. Even though the kanji ‘Hi’ in his name translated to ‘flight,’ it also shared the same pronunciation for the kanji that denoted ‘fire.’

Regardless of the fact that their child’s abilities bore no similarities whatsoever with theirs, his parents remained endlessly delighted and fascinated with their strange little chick. All of his little milestones and progresses Eishi noted down meticulously and Rindou cheered for with pride and glee. Hi’en was developing physically and mentally faster than the average infant, though in all likelihood it was because he was switching forms so often. However, all that growing was exhausting for the young baby, and so he ate a lot, and then he slept a lot.

When Rindou returned that evening, it was to a quiet apartment with the lights dimmed. There was a flickering glow emanating from the living room, and when she exchanged her shoes for indoor ones at the genkan and went down the hallway, she discovered that the source of light was from the television, the volume muted so that only the images were playing across the screen. Eishi was sprawled out in the middle of the couch strewn all over with toys, his eyes closed, faintly, halfheartedly humming a lulling song. Curled against his chest was a little ball of fur and feathers, and the little thing must have tuckered himself out after running his father ragged all day, for he barely stirred even when his female parent approached and sank onto the adjacent cushions.

Eishi cracked opened one eye, sleepy lavender meeting quietly amused gold.

“…Okaeri,” he greeted his mate softly. He wasn’t exactly his usual neat, immaculate self. It appeared that even possessing the ability of accelerated thought process was no match to counter the sheer unpredictability of a small but determined infant. Eishi’s hair looked like he had run his hands through it several times that evening alone, his shirt was missing some buttons and partially untucked, and there were unidentifiable stains on his jeans and also on his collar. She thought that he looked manly and attractive all the same, exuding responsible daddy vibes, very irresistible.

“Tadaima,” she mouthed back. Her hand came up, fingers brushing over his crown, trying to help arrange the unrulier locks into some semblance of order. “Looks like you had a nice time with En-chan,” she drawled innocuously, trying not to grin at his visibly disheveled expression. She petted his hair affectionately, at the same time leaning in to brush her lips against his jaw. “You’ve worked hard today, papa~”

He silently tilted his head against hers, his arms already occupied cradling their child. Rindou’s gaze lowered onto where Hi’en was quietly sleeping. His fuzzy little face was barely visible, tucked under one downy front limb as he continued to doze, his little torso gently rising and falling with the cadence of his deep, steady breathing. Just looking at her son made her very happy, regardless of what form he chose to take. He was safe and protected, he was perfectly healthy, and he was growing up well. That was all that mattered.

“…Ah. I forgot the milk and eggs.”

Eishi’s eyes had closed again, and he leaned just a little more into her before she could move away.

“Let’s do that tomorrow… Stay.”

…So maybe she wasn’t the only one who felt a bit lonely now that they wouldn’t be able to take missions together, at least not in the immediate future.

She snuggled down beside him, this boy she loved first long before he gave her another to dote on and adore. Their family might be small and there were also times when it felt like they had no idea what they were doing, but to her, this was perfect.

“’Kay.”

Eishi: Accelerated Thought Process, Mid-Air Combat

Rindou: Gravity Manipulation, Primordial Air Manipulation

Hi’en: Mythical Bestiary, Electric-Fire Manipulation

Chouko: Faithifery, Existence Sense

#Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #EiRin #Shokugeki no Soma #my fics #freestyle #EiRin: Superhero AU

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rune-raven-readings-blog · 6 years

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19, 21 of witchy asks

19. Do you have a familiar? Yes! I have a calico cat named Zelda who is going to be 5 in December. I found her in a newsletter for the local pet shelter and she had a rough life. It was meant to show how ya know the donations go to rescuing these pets – she was a pregnant cat left alone in a house with no food and no water. The neighbors found her. I adopted her the day after I read the newsletter and was able to bring her home after she had her kittens. She has a lot of attitude – she definitely doesn’t like most people (except the ones who give cat treats lol) but likes me a lot. She doesn’t care if I’m ‘too busy,’ if I need to pay attention to her or something else she’ll make sure of it by headbutting me or booping me in the face. As for witchy things – I don’t do a lot of laid out rituals but if I make a circle she can and does often cross without even bothering the energies at all. She’s very vocal, too, and even other people can kind of tell the tone of ‘voice’ so to speak – >_> most of the time it’s mild annoyance lol. But sometimes it’s in response to like ghosts? per se or spirits that I an also hear and sometimes see, which is the crazy part about having a familiar to begin with.

21. Favorite witchy tool? For me, that would be my fountain pens and ink I bought when I had a good job. I feel words have the most power out of any tool. I’ve been pretty broke for a long time now and buying a lot of supplies isn’t in the cards for me so I do a lot of writing with intention or sigil scratching. I feel like the energy it takes to use bottled inks and take care of fountain pens definitely has a way of connecting you to the act of writing and I love it – for witchy things or for creative projects. Besides that, the one equal to all this is my Wild Unknown Tarot deck. That’s the one that is most comfortable for me, despite having had a few of them for much longer than that one. Tarot is all about intuition, and learning to trust in that feeling is extremely magical in and of itself. I went through an apprenticeship for tarot (I’m now in my Journeyman years) and even now I still feel I learn new things about the cards regardless of how long I spend with them.

#witchblr #witchcraft #witchyasks #witchy asks #familiars #witchy tools

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theolddarkmachine · 7 years

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Must Love Cats- Chapter Five

Levy hadn’t planned on being a pet sitter when she’d moved into the city. She also hadn’t planned on pet sitting for a sex god either, but here she was.

AKA the one where Levy is a pet sitter, Gajeel is her client, and Lily is the glue that binds them together.

I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE Y’ALL! Like I said, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in getting ready to move. I leave next Friday so I’m hoping not to have any setbacks next week given everything will be packed up and I won’t really have anything to keep me from being able to write. But life is crazy so you never know. So yes, sorry this is late! Also, thanks for the feedback on Kingdom! I am def gonna move forward with that one as well, but that won’t be happening until a couple weeks from now because once I do get home I wanna give myself about a week to settle in before I hop into writing two stories lol As always, thank you guys so much for sticking around and reading and for your support! (Also, if you haven’t seen Almost Famous I 100% recommend you do cuz it’s one of my fave movies ever.)

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Gajeel’s pen tapped loudly against he cover of his writing notebook as he stared out the window of the tour bus. The band he was currently touring with were all asleep after a night of partying after their gig the night before, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the scenery of Ireland whizzing by. Luckily for him, since he’d just joined the tour that day, he’d managed to miss out on the excessive drinking that had taken place that would have inevitably landed him in some sort of trouble. Especially with a certain blue haired woman whose number in his phone kept him more than aware of the lack of message notifications he received. Not that he’d really expected Levy to keep up conversing with him after her wrist got better, why would she? They’d talked a couple times in the three weeks that had passed since, but it always started with a question about her wrist, then would lead to something completely random-- his favorite being her tangent about how she distrusted bird people-- before she would quickly cut off conversation saying she was sorry to have bothered him. It never was a bother and he did try to let her know that, but it never really seemed to matter.

He sighed loudly and continued to tap his pen on his journal. With the time difference, she’d be arriving to his apartment for Lily’s first visit. That damn cat is such a lucky little bastard, he thought to himself. Gajeel really hoped she hadn’t found it weird that he’d specifically requested her for the visits this time around. The fact he was completely enamored by her aside, she really was the best with Lily and it did help ease his worry knowing that his best friend was in good hands. He was only on this tour for three weeks, which was short compared to some of the tours he’d been on recently, but that didn’t mean he didn’t absolutely hate leaving the little dude behind for so long. Not that Lily must mind at all. He was a cat after all, and while a loyal cat that sometimes made Gajeel question if he was actually part dog, a cat nonetheless.

His eyes flickered from the scenery outside to his phone that he had on the table next to him. The screen remained dark as he stared at it, almost willing it to light up. It stubbornly stayed black and he sighed again, turning his eyes back to the window.

“Ya got yerself a woman?” A thick Irish accent interrupted his thoughts and causing him to jump. The singer of the band asked as he walked passed Gajeel to the mini fridge at the front of the bus to grab a water.

“Excuse me?” Even to his ears his tone had sounded full of bite. The Irishman laughed before taking a swig of water.

“Down laddie,” he said smiling as he walked back towards the bunks that he’d come from. “Only a man waitin’ on a woman stares at his phone like that is all.” As quickly as he’d appeared, he’d vanished back into his bunk. Good thing Gajeel was nothing but professional or he’d tell the singer where to shove his presumptions. No, he wasn’t waiting on a woman. Of course not. Especially not one he’d met twice and talked to a total of five times. Because that would be weird. No. He was not waiting on a woman. He’d almost gotten done convincing himself of that fact when his phone went off and Levy’s name flashed across the screen.

***

It was technically Levy’s day off, and honestly, if it had been anyone else that had requested her services only, she probably would have said no because she really liked having one day a week where she was able to focus completely on herself. That being said, when her manager had texted her a couple of days ago asking if she’d be okay working on her days off to see Lily because Gajeel had specifically requested her and her alone she’d happily taken the job. (In a very calm, and cool way. Definitely not in a way that involved squealing and excited dancing.) Admittedly, they hadn’t really talked all too much since the Hotdog incident, mainly because she felt like a complete and utter creep for texting him even if he had been the one to give her his number. She’d managed to milk her busted wrist for all it was worth, but contacting him about anything else just seemed like it violated some sort of unspoken pet sitter rule. The one where you weren’t allowed to be into your client. That didn’t mean, of course, that she didn’t feel a bit like she was returning home as she unlocked the door to his apartment. Well, maybe not home, because that was weird, but definitely some place safe and welcoming. Lily hopped off his pillow on the couch as soon as he saw it was her and meowed as he headbutted her shin.

“Hey, cutie pie,” she cooed as she stroked his head. “How about we get you some breakfast, huh?” Levy went on autopilot as she headed to the kitchen to get him his food and nearly missed the handwritten note and DVD on the counter. Stopping in her tracks, she backpedaled and locked eyes with Kate Hudson and her blue lensed sunglasses.

Hey Lev,

I really can’t get over the fact you’re a movie girl but haven’t seen this. So at the risk of sounding like a prick of a client, I also request you give this a watch. I swear you’ll love it, or I’ll owe you one.

-Gajeel

She stared at the DVD, surprised by the fact he’d even remembered something so little as the fact she hadn’t seen Almost Famous. It wasn’t like they’d actually really talked about it or anything. He must really love that movie if he’d thought to leave it. Chuckling, she snapped a picture of it and attached it to a new message to the cat owner.

First you make me work on my day off, and now you make me watch a movie too? I might have to charge you extra for the time :P

It was a bit more flirty than she’d normally make it, but she was in a good mood so why the hell not. Hitting send, she put her phone on the counter and walked away to get Lily his food, vowing not to ignore him for his owner. She barely had any time at all to grab a can of wet food from the cabinet when she heard her phone buzz with his response. Fighting the urge to look at it, she opened the can and put it in a bowl before taking it to Lily’s feeding area at the other end of the kitchen before she picked up the phone.

trust me when its over ull be thankin me for makin u watch it

A short bark of laughter escaped her as she shook her head. Someone had high expectations.

And what will you owe me if I’m not impressed?

Placing the phone back on the counter, she escaped to go scoop Lily’s litter box. Honestly, it was the only way she would be able to keep herself from being too eager if he responded quickly again. She wasn’t shocked to see a new message on her screen when she was done.

whatever u want

Her heart stuttered as she reread his text. She was sure it was just a cheeky way of him just trying to prove that he was so certain she’d like the movie that he could promise her anything without too much worry about having to follow through. That didn’t stop her from wondering if her heart was going to leap out of her chest.

You?

She stared at the word she’d typed out, wishing she really had the balls to send it. Shaking her head, she deleted it quickly before typing up her actual reply.

You have a lot of faith in Ms. Hudson

u seem to have no faith in kate. trust me shrimp. watch it and report back to me.

At this point, Lily had hopped onto the counter and rubbed his head against Levy’s arm. Absentmindedly, she stroked his fur as she tapped out a confirmation that she would, in fact, watch it tonight and give him her full report.

“You’re going to have to get your owner to stop, Lil,” she whispered as she put her phone in her back pocket and turned her full attention to the Bombay. “He really is something else.”

***

Levy was tucked into the corner of the couch in her shared living room with her big fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders. After a full day of taking care of Lily, working on her current script and doing all those other menial tasks that come with being an adult with one day off a week, she had finally been ready to watch Almost Famous. At least, she thought she had been. That was until Kate Hudson’s Penny Lane brokenly asked Patrick Fugit’s William Miller why Billy Crudup’s Russell Hammond didn’t love her as she was overdosing on quaaludes and she found her vision blurry with tears. Honestly, up until that point she hadn’t really felt anything for Penny, but that moment was when every preconceived notion of the character changed. Her vision stayed that way through the end of the movie as Led Zeppelin lead the film to blackness before the credits.

“Dammit,” she sniffled as she wiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands. Even if she didn’t love movies and seeing the care that was put into the scripts, she would have to admit she still loved that movie. She pulled her phone from the folds of her blanket and pressed on his text thread.

That was terrible, I can’t believe that’s your favorite movie.

The credits were still running as she laid her head down on the arm of the couch. She let the music wash over her as the names of the cast and crew crawled across the screen. The fact that that was his favorite movie really did speak a lot about his character. The film was so heartfelt and looked at the rock lifestyle in a genuine way that saw more than just the sex and drugs. She wondered if that’s what it was really like. Maybe she’d ask him sometime. As she kept her eyes trained on the credits, they started to blur together.

***

She awoke with a start as her phone vibrated on her leg. The TV showed the DVD menu and it was pitch black in the room. Staring at her screen, she saw that it was 2:03am, and knew she’d hate herself when her alarm went off at 6:30am for her to get up for work. More importantly, she clicked on the message that had awaken her.

liar

It took a moment for her to realize why Gajeel was accusing her of lying before she remembered what she’d originally said.

Fine, you got me. It was amazing. I was just hoping I could still get whatever I wanted :P

Pressing her fists into her eyes to wipe the sleep away, she got up and walked to her DVD player, ejecting the disk before turning both it and the TV off.

ur a tricky one lol dont think u get to steal my movie short stack

Levy pulled her blanket tighter around her as she shuffled into her room before falling down onto her bed and tapping out a reply.

And if that wasn’t what I wanted?

Awake Levy would hate Sleepy Levy in the morning, but right now she didn’t even care.

then id say i would have to see what i can do bout what it is u do want

She felt her cheeks grow hot as she stared at the screen, her eyelids drooping against the sleep that was threatening to end their conversation for them.

You

Levy’s finger hovered over the “Reply” button before she erased it again. Now would be a good time to feign sleep, she thought to herself. Almost as if reading her mind, another text came in.

its late get some sleep

Her eyes were fluttering closed as she took in the words on the screen, watching the speech bubble as Gajeel continued to type.

goodnight lev

“G’night, Gajeel,” she whispered to her phone as she drifted back to sleep.

#Levy McGarden #Gajeel Redfox #gajevy #Gajeel X Levy #must love cats #fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #IM SORRY THIS IS LATE #OKAY IM LIKE REALLY SORRY LIFE IS CRAZY RIGHT NOW

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bishiglomper · 5 years

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Went to the ARL today

Soooo a few months ago my grandma had to put her kitty down. Poor thing had cancer.

She's been begging for us to take her to find a new one. She's difficult though. Omfg so difficult. We took her today to the ARL.

I totally believe you need to click with the cat but she's not at all open minded. If it's not pretty to her she's not interested.

She's interested in tuxedos. Calicos second. There was a Siamese mix she wanted. It was white and cream color, very pretty. But it was being a butt to the other cats.

She won't consider a cat unless it just absolutely begs for affection. Some cats don't wanna be brought out and expected to go straight to cuddle town.

There were two today who were totally content to sit in her lap. Not overly affectionate, just content. She liked both of them... one of which was the Siamese mix.

Unfortunately those specific two were bonded and she's only allowed one cat in her apartment. I was so disappointed for her.

A staff member brought her an older cat who immediately started headbutting her. I thought she was pretty. Brown with stripes and spots in the pattern, with white splotches and tummy. A black outline on her pink nose that looked heart shaped. But grandma wasn't really interested in her appearance. UGH.

She's a possibility. She wants to try other facilities before she commits.

So she has some requirements that are alright. She wants an easy to care for cat.. not something that needs more than the occasional impromptu brushing. Preferably with a loud purr. Asks for affection. Lap cat.

But this woman wants a kitten.

This woman is 82 freaking years old and isn't in the best shape. I'm hoping she has 10 more years with us but it may be more like 5 if we're lucky....

We're maxed out on pets, it would kill me to have to return a kitty. Not to mention kittens need to play and their personalities may not be set.

Oh, and she actually wants a dog. omfg I shouldn't even get started.

Apartment will allow a cat or small dog.

She wants a dog she doesn't ever have to take out. Only use puppy pads.

First of all, that's so not fair to a dog. Puppy pads are alright if it needs to go during the night or something but to never get a walk? She lives in a one bedroom. Not fair.

They're super strict. Like litter boxes MUST be kept in the bathroom. Dog poop has to be picked up outside. They won't even let us store bins in her closet. These people... you think they'd let her get away with that? LOL

She's super adament that she could have a dog. She sees absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Honestly, I don't even want her to have a cat. All of her past 3 cats suffered because she ignored signs.

Her first cat turned yellow. Didn't even bring it up until days after she noticed. She had kidney failure.

Boots died from fleas. She was concerned he was acting way out of character but didn't take him to the vet until it was too late. This was partly our fault..

Her last cat was skin and bones because she hadn't been eating. A cat not eating is a BIG warning sign. She also knew about her lumps. Didn't tell anyone until I saw the cat and was like OMG and made her go to the vet. All of these were like "Oh yeah, I've noticed something was off. Guess I should do something about it, that might be a thing."

I love her but she's not the best owner. She did fantastic feeding and doing litter boxes though. Just... didn't really pay attention.

Sometimes I think Ash would be a good fit for her. He's very affectionate and has a motor you can hear from across the room. He's skittish on the floor but is totally a lap cat. (he demands to lay on my chest though as opposed to my lap so that's weird)

I think he'd be lonely and bored though. We need to play with him more often. He tries to play with the other cats but they don't really want anything to do with him.

I wonder sometimes if he'd be better with another family. I honestly only pushed to have him because I wouldn't be able to stand thinking about him outside in winter.

Just before we left the ARL we visited the dogs. It was humid in there.

An hour with the cats, I'm fine. 3 minutes in the dog room and my lungs start dying. I had to wait till we got home for an inhaler 20 minutes later. It was very ow.

My niece found a huge orange shorthair tabby cat she loved. He was a love. Had to weigh like 20lbs though. If he weren't so big he'd have been good for grandma.

There was a Doberman in the dog room I liked. She looked the sweetest. She had the softest eyes and she just kind of whimper/cried. Such a sweetheart. I'm not even a dog person. 😥

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