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Hi, Im Violet, and I'm 18+, Please ask for my age in DM. Thank you ! I'm a She/Her, but I'm comfortable with any pronouns. I'm also a founder of the band called 'The Nomads' and lead singer. I am an INFP-T, My house is Slytherin, My Cabin is Cabin 5 Ares, and my Zodiac Sign is a Gemini. I am also a Semi-Literate Roleplayer, and I'm dead. lol.

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[starkcanvas]

So hehe, @mikkokomori and I came up with a very random crack AU and that’s what I’m gonna share with you all now- I’m thinking this can replace that failed Wolfwalker AU I never managed to figure out ^^; because this one is much more fun

SO CONTEXT for the “Pet Parents AU”

Klaus and Del move into Faraway due to having adoption troubles ;-; the couple thinking that since they’re getting on in their years, perhaps instead of being people parents, they try being animal parents instead ;w;

One important thing in this AU is that people are able to adopt even wild animals, but it heavily depends on what wild animal specifically. Like it’s legal to adopt a Fox but not like, a Moose or a Bear lmao only condition with this is that animal cruelty on wild animals have a harsher punishment than if done on they typical Cat or Dog.

Anywho, around the time Klaus and Del are in Faraway, the main 6 kiddos had unfortunately died in an ambiguous accident (still need to figure it out) and are all ghosts. But they miss having physical bodies so they all decided to possess animals around the neighbourhood. Kel and Hero find some stray dogs, Aubrey and Basil find a couple bunnies but Mari and Sunny… weren’t so lucky.

It was dark when they thought they found a couple cats but when they realized they weren’t cats, it was too late and their souls got bound to the animal bodies and already absorbed the animal’s soul ^^; Sunny and Mari accidentally possessing a couple of Raccoons. So while Kel, Her, Basil and Aubrey have it pretty nice in terms of people around town helping them out, the Suzuki sibs aren’t so lucky as Raccoons are one of the uh… less popular animals due to all the health related issues Raccoons are associated with.

Although since the kids are ghosts, the physical bodies merging with their souls in a way where they’re all immune to any kind of sickness or disease. Mari and Sunny being technically being the “healthiest” Raccoons on the planet by default lol ANYWAY Unfortunately people aren’t too keen on feeding Raccoons so it’s up to Mari to rummage around the best she can to get food for her and Sunny. But by herself as Sunny is very small and she doesn’t want him getting caught.

Eventually the two stumble into Klaus and Del’s backyard, catching Klaus just as he was tossing out some uneaten food but he sees the two eyeing him. So he leaves the food out for them to eat and things slowly escalate from there. One thing to note though is that Del isn’t too keen on his husband feeding Raccoons since they make such messes of people’s garbage but Klaus ensures that “as a country boy” he knows how to deal with wildlife lmao

Feel free to ask questions and to end this off, have a small doodle I did of Raccoon Mari and Sunny :D Snuuy is tiny and Mawi is floofy :3

#omori #omori game #omori spoilers #omori fanart #omori au #omori: pet parents #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori hero #omori kel #omori mari #omori sunny #omori oc #omori klaus #omori wendell #text post #mod mack #mod post

[jeanbie]

Hii!! 💗 I have only just discovered ur account but I love it :D And I wanted to ask if u could do : "how would aot characters feel about cats?" IDK I JUST FIND THIS CUTEE 😤🤩

AOT! AND CATS ★ masterlist.

⏤ eren

likes cats, but thinks dogs are better

always tries too hard to be liked by said cat and has a million cat-related wounds on his hands and arms

eren can be heavy handed and so he’s worried cats will dislike him because he likes to play rough

likes watching cute cat reels on instagram though and makes the effort to say hi to armin’s cat when he gets the chance

⏤ armin

adores cats

his mum had a cat when he was younger and then they adopted a second cat when he got a bit older

his cat is an off-white colour with big blue eyes

armin understands the personality of cats and is perfectly content letting his cat do whatever she wants when she feels like it

is the type of cat-dad/brother who buys way too much stuff for their cat

armin could be on his last few pennies of the month and he’d still somehow end up with money to buy something stupid for his cat

⏤ mikasa

prefers cats to dogs, mostly because she gets scared when dogs jump up and bark

mikasa always tends to attract cats when she’s at somebody’s house, and has a knack for beckoning over strays she sees on the street

she is usually the receiver of the reels eren finds on instagram so she always likes watching cute cat videos too

really wants a cat of her own but she doesn’t know if she’d be a good owner

she’d worry about stepping on it or not feeding it or not giving it the love it needs or wants

⏤ jean

feels kind of awkward around cats

he doesn’t like their claws or the way they sniff you accusingly and jump around from furniture to furniture

but he tries too hard to get cats to like him and when they don’t, he acts like he doesn’t like cats anyway

he thinks that they’re cute to look at and are very soft but armin’s cat hates his guts and so he has a stick up his ass about cats

⏤ connie

likes cats a lot

does not care when they scratch him or bite him

he will baby talk to the cat, carry it like a baby, he’ll annoy it to death

probably actually allergic to cat fur but likes cats too much so he won’t confess to it

⏤ sasha

same as connie, she likes cats more than cats like her

but she’s not allowed to be around armin’s cat because she gets too excited and shares her snacks and cats aren’t allowed to eat some foods

she’s probably tried to eat cat food or cat treats before just out of curiosity

tries to communicate with the cat and swears on her life that once the cat meowed in reply

⏤ historia

has a special way with cats

looks literally regal when they’re on her lap and owns a cat herself

her cat probably eats high brand foods and is on a special diet and has the cleanest fur and a princess castle tower

gets very emotional when cats go missing in her neighbourhood

and gets quite protective of her animals

⏤ ymir

doesn’t like cats

pretends to like historia’s cat because she knows that if historia was going to pick one over the other, then she’d pick the cat

ymir has personal beef with historia’s cat and will call it names or talk shit about it when historia’s not in the room

doesn’t care for the way they scratch you for no reason sometimes

tries to drop hints that historia’s cat wants to kill her to see if historia will get rid of it (never works)

⏤ reiner

forgets that cats aren’t the same as dogs

used armin and historia’s cats as weights when they all got together one time and nearly lost an eye when armin’s cat declared war

never gets personally offended when cats don’t care about him and will always find them cute when they walk into the room

probably likes dogs more though

doesn’t know how to have fun with a cat

⏤ berthold

really loves cats but feels shy when he’s around them

is too timid to stroke them and feels anxious when they jump on him or on his lap

one time he fell asleep like a cat would and now everybody brings it up when a cat is sleeping in the same room as him

“ha looks like you bertie”

⏤ annie

does like cats but an average amount

couldn’t see herself owning any pets personally but she’ll never treat other pets differently

respects that cats need their privacy and time alone, much like she does

strokes behind their ears if they come near her but mostly she will let it wander around without fuss

⏤ levi

really likes and respects cats

he likes dogs a lot too but not for the same reason that he likes cats

he tends to be a lure for cats and they like to snuggle on his lap, mostly because he doesn’t do much to make a cat feel anxious or stressed out

he doesn’t like when cats (or dogs) leave a mess on the floor or on clothes but if its not his pet then he doesn’t care about what state they leave someone else’s room in

likes to play with the feather wand with cats because it maintains that space between the two of them

⏤ erwin

lets stray cats into his house when its cold and gets confused when they try and come back in on a later date

always looks at cats to buy online but never does

he will always love dogs that bit more but he thinks cats are very adorable

but he’s not sure if his dog will love a cat the same way

⏤ hange

is fascinated by cats

genuinely believes that cats have magical powers and 9 lives and probably talks to cats as if they can understand them

they hold them like they’re antiques or science experiments, like they needs to observe their frame

laughs when they are attacked by them

tests cats boundaries without realising that they're overdoing it

⏤ zeke

ponders life to the cat

tries to hug the cat like its a stuffed animal and when he gets attacked he takes it really personally

⏤ gabi and falco

once pulled on the tail of a cat, got attacked and are now deathly afraid

falco wants to like cats but he’s just too damn scared

⏤ other warriors

indifferent

pieck would be the best with cats out of the warriors, definitely tries to act like a cat sometimes to everybody’s discomfort

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[alliseaisfandom]

I was thinking about how, because I live in an apartment building in one of many rows of apartment buildings, I don't really get neighbourhood community. I don't really know anyone at all, and they don't really know me.

But that's not quite right

I know the two old ladies who meet everyday to refill the feeding and water stations for the stray cats they built

I know the woman who walks her dog at the same time as me and always smiles and waves and asks me how my day has been from the other side of the road

I know the neighbourhood kids who play football on the grass square. I know the oldest jumps home through the window, and shows off if he knows anyone is looking.

I know there's a code. Anything you no longer use does not go in the big trash bin. It goes in paper bags, set next to it, and I know the trash bin next to the recycling bins down the street is for said paper bags, and the one up the street is for pieces of furniture and whatever else does not fit in bags. Just in case anyone has use for it.

I know someone always has use for it.

I know the elderly gentleman who helped me tie one of the young trees to its stake after it broke off during a windy day. I don't know his name, but I know he sets the leftovers of his lunch in an old tree stump for the dog that comes around every now and then.

I also don't know the name of the family who taught me where the wild blackberries are. But I knew to wave at them last week after I picked my share and they were on their way to pick the rest.

I know the name of the slavic woman who hikes to the field next to the school. I know her dog's called Johnny, and I know she lets him off his leash while I let mine off too, I know how she said "animals always get along. It's people who make it all complicated." the first time she met me

Maybe my neighbours don't meet for coffee if they cross paths on the street

Maybe we don't have garden parties and neighbourhood barbecues

Maybe the closest we get is nodding at each other on new years eve from our balconies as we see the fireworks someone ran after setting

It's community in a way

We know bits and peaces of each other

#neighborhood #community #Thought of this because a big part of #leftism #Is working in your community #And I feared I didn't get to do that #poetry

[a-what-without-who]

❝she loves me like a dog❞ but actually in a way of ❝my teeth will only cut your lips❞

from a perspective of the most angry and unimaginably terrifying people. from those, who are irredeemable in their own way and can't hide their claws and teeth. why? it simply is, it was and it will be the only possible way to live. to survive. to love animalistically, not being able to tell whether the other one will hold you in a hug or will hold you in a chokehold. or will put a chain on you.

in a way of than one dog, that scared you in a childhood. that dog, that watched you from a neighbour yard with the boiling dread. it only guards the neighbourhood house, why should it be scary? you know that this dog's hunger isn't satisfied. and you know that this house is almost abandoned. the owner of this house isn't willing to give enough to this creature. feed its hunger, fullfil it, this is the kind of hunger that simply can not be fulfilled.

daisy sharpened her teeth with all that hunger and it made them fangs; she totally isn't the person who simply loves like a dog, she is that one stray dog or even a wolf who will bite, whose hunger takes all of her own being. the relief of giving in to destruction, the joy of leaving claw marks from only a touch. but at the same time the joy of feeling warmth of others hand, softness and tenderness of something as simple as this. just because she knows how cold the winter nights are. this warmth is like an unknown nourishment she didn't even know she was longing for. but still she was and will be chained to herself. it feels awfully like hell but at the same time it feels real. it helps feel her existence real.

thus, this is a kind of love that feels awfully a lot like a desperate violence. and basira knows this. she truly knows.

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #magnus archives #daisyra #basira hussain #daisy tonner #alice daisy tonner #random thoughts #to love like a dog to crave for a thought of a home that exists somewhere and a pair of loving arms

[barrenstars]

@ofluminance : "why did you bring me here?" - from takemichi to emma!

it's peaceful here, it reminds emma of the lake izana would take her to for hours and hours on end, some days during the week. it was to escape their uncaring mother and the troubles they faced at home, which emma was too young to remember at the time. what she does remember, though, is standing by the edge of the ponds and throwing large chunks of bread for the ducks. izana was always sharp on his feet to bring her away from the edge and tell her to make the pieces she throws smaller. her memories were pleasant when she thought back to her life with her mother and brother, izana, but it was because her mother was barely in them.

she blinks and turns, forgetting he was even here to begin with. hanagaki takemichi, a silly crybaby boy who popped up from nowhere, but was doing well with capturing the hearts of those around her. he was like a dog. peeing on everything and marking its territory. but one that would get a head pat or two from her. he was harmless, really, like the neighbourhood stray dog you just couldn't help but stop and fuss over for a few moments before moving on.

tearing a piece from the baguette in her hands, emma tosses it mindlessly into the pond, grinning as the ducklings herd towards it. ❝ i was going to tie you up and shove you into the pond, ❞ she admits, her grin widening significantly as she turns to shoot him a mischievous look. however, emma turns back to the bread in her hands and forces it in half, offering him one half. ❝ you've seemed kind off of lately. i don't know how to put it exactly, i don't know you well enough, but... you seemed kind of sad. and when i'm sad one of the things i do is come here and feed the ducks. ❞

gesturing back before her, she tears yet another piece of bread off and this time tosses it further. ❝ watching them all chase it is quite funny... especially when they all quack at each other and fight over it, it reminds me of mikey and shinchiro whenever they fought over food. ❞

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[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

In celebration of you getting Darwin, I vouch for cat hcs with characters who have cats.

Fine.

I’ve mentioned Aaron has two Sphynx, Shye and Tamaya. Tamaya is very vocal and likes to sleep on Aaron’s clothes, whilst Shye likes to take little rides in Aaron’s hood and hunts birds that she leaves around the house. They’re both pretty large cats and he loves them dearly. He spends as much time with them as he can and makes sure they’re all properly groomed and looked after. He gives them both food off his plate even if he’s been told not to, and he often wakes up with them both on his bed. He also feeds other strays and stuff in the neighbourhood. Because he loves cats.

Avrin is actually pretty good with cats, Nana taught her about them and all, so she gets along decently with Tamaya and Shye. Though she feels slightly insulted by them because they’re big cats, and they make her look even smaller than she actually is.

Garroth has a cat. Probably gonna call it sprinkles. But it’s little and cute, with huge amber eyes. Aaron helps him look after it. It likes to curl up on the corner of Garroth’s bed and will curl up next to someone if they sat down anywhere near it. And it’s probably the only cat Garroth prefers to dogs.

#aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #mystreet #aaron lycan #garroth ro'meave #finally using Avrin as a name #it’s going to remain as Aphmau in the actual rewrite for a while though #until I have the time to go through and change it all #avrin shalas’haska

[incorrect-yttd-headcanons]

#yttd #Your turn to die #Kimi Ga shine

[moroccomoments]

Day 5 in Marrakech, and today is Amines birthday. Reda and I woke up around 11 in our apartment and walked over to his mom and dad for some traditional black tea with mint. She obviously tried to feed us but we already have our fridge full of leftovers she’s been sending with us every day since we came so we really wanted to finish that before we refill our bellies and the fridge. That’s an impossible task in itself so I will definitely turn to the stray dog mama at the end of our block to help us. Her nipples hang from her belly like flags on a wind free day, I think she’d appreciate some couscous energy. I’ll have to go alone tho cause she’s not a big fan of Pumpkin. To be fair, I would probably scream angrily at all men too if I had to deliver and care for a bunch of titty destroying crotch goblins all by myself. She doesn’t know that Pumpkin can’t even remember what it’s like to have balls so I don’t blame her. I’ll go by myself tonight and feed her. Like everyone else in the neighbourhood.

Right now I’m waiting for Reda to get back with my dress that he left for cleaning and ironing yesterday so that I can wear it for the bday dinner tonight. I bought the dress 1,5 years ago in Örebro at a secondhand shop and said I’d wear it to see Redas mom one day. And today is that day. It’s surreal that so many of my “one day I will” are happening now. That’s why I decided to start writing. I wanna make sure I remember the moments I’ve longed for, forever.

Now that I’m finally done fixing (ruining) my gel nails from 6 days ago it’s time to jump in the shower. I’m trying to scrub my body thoroughly every time I shower so that I won’t lose as much dead skin on my first trip to the hamam that will inevitably be soon. I mean I don’t wanna seem like a walking pile of dead skin cells, right? I wonder if there’s anything in this world that I can’t find a reason to stress and obsess over? I guess we’ll find out eventually.

[hxneydreamers]

Hello, how are you? I just had a question.. What is the bridge of incidents?

BRIDGE OF INCIDENTS | MY SUCCESS STORY

Hey! I'm great thank you! I hope you're well too!

The bridge of incidents, also knows as the bridge of events, is literally just the series of things that happen in order to bring you your manifestation. Some of these things you don't see because they happen behind the scenes, and others you might see.

I'll give you a situation that happened to me as an example:

I wanted to get a pet cat, but my family hated cats and didn't want one. They literally told me from a young age that they never wanted a cat, and even in the recent past they had told me we would never get a cat and gave me a bunch of legitimate reasons why it would never happen. I started thinking so much about cats and what it would be like to have one, aka affirming and thinking as if, that it started to manifest without me realising. My constant thinking as if set off a chain reaction in my reality behind the scenes without me knowing, triggering a series of events that changed my circumstances and brought me my pet cat.

The series of events started with this. My neighbours (who we didn't really know) took their grandmother's pet cat in, because she was unable to take care of it anymore, so suddenly there was a cat living a few houses down from us. This family also had 2 pet dogs and the cat didn't like being around them and wasn't getting enough attention from her family. Meanwhile, my family was constantly working, but suddenly we went into lockdown during the pandemic and everyone started having to work from home. One day, my sister noticed this beautiful grey cat in our backyard and she started interacting with it.

This cat seemed to like exploring the neighbourhood and didn't seem to go home much at all. She also didn't have a collar. My sister told my parents and me about the cat so we were aware. Suddenly the cat started to come back every few days, and since we were all home, my dad and I started giving her some pats and fed her whenever she came to visit. Her visits ended up becoming so frequent that we started to think she didn't have a home and that she was a stray cat. My mum hated cats, but my dad didn't mind them, however, they never wanted us to have a cat, so my parents enforced the rule that my sister and I were only allowed to play with the cat outside the house. She wasn't allowed in.

It was getting colder as it was getting deeper into winter. I remember specifically one day I was sitting outside with my sister and the cat, and we were planning on trying to convince our parents to let us keep her. We introduced the subject but were pretty badly shut down. I literally just laughed internally and said to my sister 'we're getting a cat. I don't care' and I continued to give the cat a cuddle.

I literally thought so consistently that we were going to get a cat that this cat pretty much started living at my house. She was eventually allowed inside. She would sit and cuddle with us in our beds. We even had a basket for her outside to sleep in at night. This situation gave my mum the opportunity to see just how beautiful, sweet and gentle this cat was, and her feelings started to change.

My dad finally started asking around the neighbourhood to see who owned the cat and he found out that the family 2 doors down owned her, and so we weren't able to permanently keep this cat, even though at this point she basically lived with us. She would go out every day and come back to our house as if it was her own. THEN, because we were the ones feeding her and taking care of her all the time, we noticed her start to get bigger and heavier, and she started to eat more and more. We realised she was pregnant and we told her owners.

I kept suggesting to my dad that we could keep one of the kittens once she gave birth as long as her owners were ok with it, but of course, he said no. WHAT A JOKE! I literally ignored whatever he said and I just kept thinking as if we would have a kitten, and since this cat was now basically living as our own, despite the original circumstances, I already felt like I would get this kitten.

Then one day the cat started to go into labour at our house and we had to go tell her owners and quickly take her to them. That day, she gave birth to four cute little kittens, but the cat had to stay with them obviously, so we didn't see her for 6 weeks. HOWEVER, the owners saw my dad during this time and told him that our family had the pick of the litter if we wanted to keep one of the kittens! He saw them and told us all.

After those 6 weeks, we got our kitten.

Those were the bridge of incidents/events that my manifesting set off, which brought me my manifestation, even though the circumstances seemed impossible. As you can see, the whole situation unfolded perfectly and in a way that worked extremely logically in the 3D. That is what the bridge of incidents is, it is the series of events that unfold in order to logically and comprehensibly shift you from one reality to another. This whole process, from the original cat coming into our lives, took about 4 months, and not only did I manifest the original cat basically living as our own, but I also manifested a kitten that we now officially own! AND my family likes cats now! My manifestation literally broke down ANY block. It changed peoples minds and feelings, it summoned a neighbourhood cat into our home, and got her pregnant! HAHAH!

I hope this makes sense to you and gives you some encouragement! :)

#manifest #manifesting #manifestation #affirm #law of attraction #affirmation #affirming #affirmations #law of assumption #neville goddard #success story #manifesting success #success #eiypo #everyone is you pushed out #your thoughts create #create your future #sammy ingram

[royalswille]

@ace-bookworm said Button House gets a cat and I said yes and then I wrote this, enjoy.

Buttons’ House

Alison and Mike Cooper had never intended to adopt a cat. After all, Button House was already full to bursting, what with the both of them, eight ghosts living in the main house, an entire village of plague victims in the basement, and the ghost of a pesky pigeon courtesy of their neighbour’s dog. Simply put, there was not enough space to add any more family members to Button House.

So the cat had taken it upon itself to move in.

It had started one morning while Button House was going through its usual morning routine. Alison had woken up, checked the bathroom for ghosts so that Mike could use it without fear, then started the stopwatch for the Captain’s run before putting on a record for Thomas to do his morning dance to. She had filled in a few words on Robin’s crossword, set up Pong for Julian, and put on a classic football match for Pat. In the next room, she had helped Mary with her phonics work, turned to the next page in Kitty and Fanny’s book, and then done the same for Humphrey (or rather, Humphrey’s head – god only knew where his body was). She had arrived downstairs in two minutes and thirty seconds to open the door for the Captain to run in, perfectly timed.

Everything was the same as usual.

“Two minutes thirty, Cap,” Alison said, stopping the timer. “Same as always.”

“Blast,” the Captain said frustratedly. “Are you quite certain of it, Alison? I could have sworn I shaved off a second or two, I really pushed myself on that last corner.”

She shrugged apologetically. “Sorry. I’m just going by what the timer says.”

The Captain harrumphed and peered out the door, beckoning Alison to join him. She did, looking out across the driveway to where he pointed at the gate.

“That’s my problem,” he said, waggling his finger. “The terrain switches from concrete to gravel. If you could just pave over the driveway then I’m quite sure I c– hello.”

The Captain’s tone changed abruptly and Alison raised an eyebrow. “Hello?” she replied, bewildered.

“No, no, not you,” Cap replied, pointing down the driveway again. “Look, over there. It’s a cat.”

Alison squinted and saw that the Captain was quite right. Trotting up the driveway towards the open door, mewing quietly, was a little cat. It was jet black with bright yellow eyes and looked a little tatty with its scraggly fur. As it got closer, Alison could see that its ribs jutted out from under its skin slightly. The cat looked happy enough, but it was very clearly a stray, or badly neglected at the very least.

It stopped just in front of the Captain and sat primly, looking up at him with its eyes squinted serenely.

“Can cats see ghosts?” Alison asked him.

“It would appear so,” he returned. With a painful-sounding cracking of his knees, the Captain crouched down in front of the cat and regarded it. The cat stared back, blinking happily up into the Captain’s face. It attempted to bat at the Captain’s swagger stick, which was hanging from his hands, but its paw went straight through.

“Yep,” Alison said, “it can see you.”

It didn’t appear the Captain was listening to her, because a moment later he pointed his stick at the cat and said, “Now you listen here. It is improper to try and touch a Commanding Officer’s person or belongings. Had you been a soldier – or indeed able to touch me – I should have you punished.”

“Captain, it’s a cat, it can’t understand you,” Alison told him.

He stood up again, knees creaking audibly. “Yes, well. That hardly matters – I am a senior officer and I– oh dear, good Lord, what is it doing now?”

The cat was purring, attempting to rub itself against the Captain’s legs lovingly, but simply passing right through, which only seemed to make it more determined to show the Captain its love. The Captain began to gag, reminding Alison of the ghosts’ inability to touch living things without feeling sick. Quickly, she scooped the cat into her arms and held it close – the Captain stopped his gagging, but the cat continued to purr, nuzzling at Alison’s face.

“It’s very affectionate,” she said through all the fur blocking her face.

“Quite,” returned the Captain, voice a touch more gentle than usual. “Do you think it has a home of its own?”

Alison stroked the cat and frowned. “If it does then it’s not a very good one. Look, you can see all its bones, the poor thing hasn’t eaten in ages. And look at its fur, it’s disgusting. And it stinks.” The cat stopped purring momentarily as if offended. “Sorry.”

“Well,” the Captain said, assuming his usual military-man stance, bouncing once on the balls of his feet, back straight, stick tucked under his arm. “If this creature is in need then perhaps we should provide a home for it.”

“What? No, we can’t do that. Captain, the house is more than full already, we can’t add a cat to the mix.”

“During the war we never left a soldier behind!”

“This is a cat, not a soldier. I’m sure it’ll find a home eventually, just not here.”

As she said it, the cat laid its head upon her shoulder, purring again, eyes closed. It appeared it had decided that in Alison’s arms was the perfect place to go to sleep. Alison had always been a cat person and wanted nothing more than to cuddle the cat, even though it was probably riddled with disease and it stank like rot, but she knew if she did that then the cat would start thinking that Button House was its home. It would start coming back and they couldn’t have that. So with a heavy heart, she gently placed it down on the floor.

“Sorry,” she said to it as it looked up at her sadly. “I’ll feed you just this once because you look like you need it, but that’s it. Right, Captain?”

The Captain muttered something under his breath as he often did when he felt put out, then turned on his heel and left, stretching the way he liked to after his morning run. Alison went the opposite direction, leading the cat to the kitchen to find it something to eat.

It was halfway through the plate of tuna she had laid down for it when Mike came in. He looked down at it, then to Alison, then back at the cat before saying bewilderedly, “I don’t remember getting one of those.”

“That’s because we don’t have one,” Alison told him. She watched fondly as it ate its food – it clearly hadn’t eaten in months judging by the way it wolfed the fish down. “This is a stray, it followed the Captain in this morning after his run.”

“Uh huh,” Mike said slowly, sitting down to watch the cat too. “So why is it in our kitchen?”

“I’m feeding it.”

“Yes, I can see that. Why though?”

“Because,” Alison said emphatically, picking the cat up as it wandered absently towards her, then turning it to face Mike. She held its paws in her hands and wiggled them back and forth like a bad puppeteer. “Look at it! It needed some sort of food otherwise the poor thing would probably die. It’s not like we’re going to keep it, I just wanted to make sure it lived.”

“You remember what happened to my Auntie Barbara,” Mike replied. “She accidentally adopted so many neighbourhood strays that her house was practically overrun with them. And then what happened to her? She died. Because she was allergic to cats and there was so many that it killed her.”

“I never understood why she fed them and stroked them in the first place if she was so allergic,” Alison returned, to which Mike shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. We aren’t keeping it.”

“We don’t get to decide that,” Mike said, “the cat does.”

The cat, from its place nestled on Alison’s lap, meowed in agreement.

“Well, if it shows up again, we just won’t let it in. Agreed?”

“Agreed. We can’t afford another mouth to feed. It is cute though,” he admitted.

“It is, isn’t it?”

Despite how adorable the cat was, Alison let it out the front door. She watched as it obediently walked away, tail a little higher than it had been before, looking healthier and perkier. She knew she shouldn’t have been hoping it would come back, but a little part of her didn’t want to say goodbye.

Luckily, she didn’t have to. The very next morning, she opened the door to let the Captain in from his run (“Two minutes and thirty seconds, Captain, but I think you knew that already.”) and hot on his tail came the cat, smiling as obviously as a cat could.

In spite of her better judgement, Alison took the cat into the kitchen again and fed it once more. She knew she shouldn’t have been, but she was already growing very attached to it. Despite its awful smell and awful condition, she felt a soft spot for it. Absently, she wondered if she should take it to a vet, just to get it checked over and see if it had a home. But she was snapped out of her thoughts by one of the loudest things known to mankind – Lady Fanny Button.

“What on Earth is that disgusting creature doing in my house?!” she shrieked, pointing wildly at the cat, which kept eating its food just as peacefully as before.

“Relax, Fanny, I’m just feeding it,” Alison explained.

“Whyever are you doing that? That creature is clearly a stray, probably riddled with fleas, and you’ve brought it into this house like it’s nothing! It’s going to defile this beautiful house and you shall be the one to blame for it, Alison. I want it gone at once!”

“Fanny, it’s not doing anything, okay? Calm down, look, it’s just having something to eat, it needs it.”

“It is a very small step from eating to… to defecating, young lady!” Lady Button retorted. “I shall not have that thing in my house, ruining everything! Take it away.”

“I thought you liked animals,” Alison tried. “You had Dante when you were alive.”

“Dante was a well-behaved, loving, healthy, clean dog. He was not some stray we just picked up off the street one day because we felt like it!”

“Well,” Alison said, “to be fair, we haven’t picked up the cat because we feel like it, it kind of invited itself in.”

“If anything that makes it worse,” Fanny yelled, sounding appalled. “Not only does it smell ghastly and look unseemly, but it is rude as well. It clearly has no manners. I will not ask again, Alison, take the cat out of this house!”

At that moment, the cat finished eating and turned around to try and bat at the hem of Lady Button’s dress. Though it couldn’t touch it (for obvious ghostly reasons), Fanny screamed and took a few paces back. She started yelling more nonsense at Alison, something along the lines of ‘get it out’ and then ran straight through the wall, out of the kitchen.

Sighing, Alison heaved the cat into her arms, took it through the house again and let it out through the front door just like the previous day. She watched it wander away once more, though this time it stopped in the middle of the driveway to wash its leg briefly. She shut the door behind it and got on with the rest of her day.

It wasn’t until the next day, day three, that Alison realised that the cat situation was likely going to become permanent. When she opened the door for the Captain, he did not run in as usual, so she peered out of the door and saw him crouched in the middle of the driveway, attempting to pet the cat but failing miserably because each time his hand passed right through and he gagged.

She watched for a minute, stifling her laughs so that the Captain didn’t hear her and realise she was watching which would likely make him stop. Soon she was joined by someone else.

“Good morning, Alison,” Kitty said, bounding up to her, smiling as brightly as ever. “How are you today? Oh look – the Captain has made a friend!”

Alison chuckled. “He has. It looks like they’re getting on very well.”

Kitty gasped excitedly then said, “It’s a cat. That means it’s a kitty, just like me!” And without further ado, she skipped over to join the Captain and the cat. The Captain looked mildly disgruntled, their moment having been interrupted, but he smiled as soon as the cat started purring, trying to bat at his swagger stick again and jumping at the bows on Kitty’s dress.

A moment later, Mike joined Alison. He looked out at the cat, watching as it jumped and played with what would seem like nothing to him.

“Are there ghosts out there with it?” he asked Alison.

“Yep,” she returned, popping the ‘p’. “Cap and Kitty. They’ve really taken a shine to it.”

“Well, like I said,” Mike replied, “it is really cute, I don’t blame them. Have any of the others met it yet?”

“Only Lady B,” Alison told him. He raised an eyebrow and she continued, “She wasn’t a fan.”

Mike hummed and a silence fell between them. Alison had been thinking more frequently that they really should take it to a vet. Even though it was happy and eating properly when she fed it, getting it checked over wasn’t a bad idea. It didn’t mean they had to adopt it – it just meant that they could have peace of mind knowing it was alright.

She was just about to say this to Mike, but he got in first and said, “I think we should keep it.”

“What?” she replied, shocked. “Why? Two days ago you were worried it was going to kill you.”

“No,” he said, “I just suggested that it’s a possibility we can’t rule out. But you clearly like it, and I think it’s cute, and if the ghosts like it then maybe it’ll – I don’t know – like, placate them a little.”

“They’re not dangerous, they don’t need placating,” Alison said. “Is this just the same as when you said we should get Netflix to ‘appease’ them after they’d finished watching every DVD we own?”

“No,” he said, sounding too affronted to be telling the truth. “Plus, we won’t be caring for it on our own, will we? We’ve got eight extra pairs of eyes to keep a lookout for it. So we can all look after it, it won’t be just us.”

“Only one of those ghosts can touch anything,” Alison told him. “We’ll still have to clean up its poo and stuff like that. And you’re terrible with poo.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’ll be on poo duty.”

“No. If we’re adopting this cat then we’re sharing poo duty. That’s the price you have to pay.”

The both of them turned to watch the Captain and Kitty playing with the cat again. It jumped up to try and grab the feathers in Kitty’s hair and she giggled delightedly.

“Alison,” she called, “it’s so lovely! Come and play with us, please!”

She turned to Mike. “Okay. We’re keeping it then.”

He tore his gaze away from the cat and smiled. “Yeah. Why not? Let’s do it.”

“Great,” Alison said, clapping her hands. “I’ll call the vet, see if they can get us an appointment to make sure it’s all healthy and see if it’s microchipped. I hope it doesn’t already have a home.”

“If it does then we can just get another one,” Mike said, slipping an arm around Alison’s shoulders. “There’s a shelter not too far away.”

“I like this cat, though. I want this one.”

“Well, we’d better get that vet appointment to see if we can have it then, hm?”

And so, not four hours later, Alison and Mike made their way back to Button House from the vets, the kitten nestled comfortably in the back seat. Their appointment had gone very well – the cat was in surprisingly good health for a stray, they had got it up to date on its vaccinations, and they had determined the cat didn’t have a home. So, to the couple’s delight, it was allowed to stay at Button House.

The house was unusually quiet when they arrived back. That normally meant that all the ghosts were assembled upstairs partaking in one of Pat’s clubs or another. There was the faint sound of scattered applause as Alison walked through the front door – one of them had probably finished giving a speech.

She gently put the cat down on the floor as Mike shut the front door behind them.

“Right, missy,” she said. The vet had also confirmed that the cat was a girl and about six months old. “Welcome home!”

The cat meowed and trotted off down the hallway, seemingly in search of the source of the clapping. Alison wandered after it, and the cat led her upstairs to the common room. She found the ghosts all gathered around together, most of them on the sofa, Julian and Robin by the chess board, and Thomas in full view of all of them, bowing even though their half-hearted applause had long since ceased.

Lady Button was the first to notice the new arrival and she didn’t seem best pleased.

“Alison,” she shouted, standing up and pointing at the cat furiously. “I told you to get rid of that vermin, that vile creature, I do not want it in this house!”

“Now listen here,” interrupted the Captain, brandishing his swagger stick. “That cat happens to be in dire need of our assistance. I think it only right that Alison has brought it inside.”

“And it really is a sweetheart, too, Lady Button,” Kitty gushed.

“You’d probably think a grizzly bear was a sweetheart,” Fanny retorted.

Robin shook his head, saying, “Grizzly bear never sweetheart. Grizzly bear kill my uncle. Was very funny actually.”

“Excuse me,” interjected Thomas, “I still have four more poems I want to perform!”

As happened far too often to be endearing anymore, the ghosts all started yelling over each other, some insisting they get rid of the cat, some insisting it stayed, and Thomas insisting he be allowed to finish his recital. Alison watched them fight, the cat sat at her feet, watching bemusedly too, before finally stepping in after Julian and Thomas started squaring up to one another.

“Alright, alright, enough!” she shouted.

Shouting only worked about half the time, sometimes the ghosts’ arguing would be  so loud that Alison couldn’t even hear herself over it – luckily, this time around the ghosts fell silent and looked towards her expectantly.

“Okay,” she said, “everyone just listen to me. Mike and I decided that we’re going to adopt this cat–”

“Outrageous,” interrupted Lady Button. Alison ignored her.

“We’ve taken her to the vets. She’s in perfectly good shape and she doesn’t seem to have a home, so we’re taking her in. She might need a little TLC before she starts looking…”

“Less like a toilet brush?” suggested Julian, eyeing the cat.

Alison frowned. “Before she starts looking herself. But we’re keeping her, no objections. Okay? She really is lovely, I promise you all.”

“No, no, no,” shrieked Mary, standing up and joining Lady Button as far away from the cat as they could get. “Al’son, you can’t keeps the pussycat.”

“Why is that, Mary?” Alison asked, trying not to sigh.

“Because you’ll’s be branded a witch!” Mary explained, sounding as if it should have been obvious. “If a woman have a cat then she be a witch! They’ll burns you at the stake! I’d know.”

“Mary, lots of people have cats now and they don’t get burned to death. Alright? And you know I’m not a witch.”

“Oh,” Mary said. “Right. Okay then.”

Without further hesitation she crouched down and smiled at the little cat. It purred and tried to bat at her apron. But it appeared Mary took that as an attempt at attack, so she yelped and ran, hiding behind Kitty.

“You can keeps the pussycat, Al’son, but please keeps it aways from me.”

“If you’re quite finished with the witchcraft nonsense,” said the Captain, stepping forward, “then might I ask if this cat has a name?”

“Oh,” Alison said, “well, Mike and I were going to brainstorm later this evening–”

“That seems hardly fair,” Cap returned. “We all live here, we should all name it.”

“Yes,” said Kitty, bouncing up and down. “I think we should call her Princess Snuggles.”

The Captain laughed. “No, thank you, Katherine, that’s a silly name. I was thinking something more like Major Fuzzyboots.”

“And how, pray tell, is that any less silly than Princess Snuggles?” asked Thomas flatly.

“Well, I don’t see what’s wrong with any classic cat names,” Pat said, peering down at the cat. He stretched his hand out to scratch her head, then looked as if he had to hold back vomit, and withdrew his hand. “Something like Luna or Shadow. Something simple, like.”

“Boring,” Robin remarked. “Should call it Cat. Save trouble.”

“No offense, guys, but I think I’m just going to talk it over with Mike,” Alison decided – the ‘all these names are terrible’ wasn’t spoken aloud but was heavily implied and she was sure they got the picture. “We’ll come up with something. Come on, missy.”

Alison hoisted the cat into her arms and was about to head back downstairs with her, when Julian’s voice piped up from behind and said, “Why not call her Buttons?”

The other ghosts made noises of agreement, which was rare.

“Buttons?” Alison said, looking at the cat. “Well, I suppose she does look like a Buttons. And it’s like Button House! Oh, I love it, nice one, Julian.”

He straightened his tie and suit jacket. “Yes, well, if anyone was going to be the one to solve this – uh – cat naming crisis, well then, I suppose it only makes sense that it were me. It’s not the first crisis I’ve solved, not by any stretch of the imagination. Did I ever tell you all about the time, back in eighty-three, when I…”

Alison didn’t stick around to hear the rest of whatever godawful story Julian was planning on telling. She left the room and headed back downstairs to get Buttons some food and tell Mike they’d decided on a name.

Over the next few weeks, Buttons’ presence in Button House seemed to be almost completely accepted by everyone living there. There had been a few unfortunate incidents and teething problems, but nothing that wasn’t fixable.

The first real problem came two days after Buttons’ adoption. Nobody had been able to find Humphrey’s head, which was predictably detached from his body. Kitty remembered placing it down on the kitchen table, but all they found there was Buttons. Everyone had been searching the house (including Mike, though he couldn’t see Humphrey, and Humphrey’s body, which couldn’t see anything at all) but it hadn’t been until Alison had picked Buttons up that the head had been discovered.

It turned out that Buttons had taken quite a liking to Humphrey and decided to sit on him. The problems arose when Buttons obviously couldn’t sit on Humphrey and instead ended up in him, which obscured the head from view completely. And it didn’t help that Humphrey was allergic, something that apparently hadn’t changed in death. His face was red and his eyes were watering when Alison finally picked up Buttons and freed him.

“Oh, thank goodness for that,” Humphrey breathed. “I’ve been shouting for hours, couldn’t anyone hear me?”

“You must’ve been muffled by Buttons’ fur,” Alison suggested. “Sorry Humphrey, I’ll try to stop that from happening again.”

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself, Alison. It’s alright, really. Well, apart from the allergy, and the sick feeling from having something living touch me. But really, no need to go out of your way.”

Another issue was that Robin just didn’t seem to get on with Buttons. She loved him, clearly – in fact, Buttons seemed to adore everyone in Button House (except Mike, for reasons unknown to anybody) – but one day Alison had walked into the common room to see Robin yelling at the cat.

“Oh, you think you so big, so clever. I kill mammoth. I can easy kill little cat!”

“Woah, hey,” Alison said, approaching the two. Buttons was stood on the chess table, gazing up at Robin with nothing short of adoration in her eyes. “Why are you threatening to kill my cat?”

“Ruin chess game,” Robin huffed, jabbing a finger in Buttons’ direction. She tried to pat it and he grumbled, “Go away.”

“She’s just a cat, I’m sure she didn’t mean to.”

“She did. She jump on table and hit all pieces off. Little guy and horsey on floor, me no pick them up!”

Alison did it for him, picking up the chess pieces and placing them on the squares Robin instructed her to. Buttons quickly lost interest, hopped off the table and left the room.

“And stay out!” Robin called after her.

Thomas didn’t seem to be the cat’s biggest fan either. Alison had a sneaking suspicion that his hatred towards her stemmed from the fact that he had been trying to recite yet another unwarranted love poem to Alison but she’d not been paying attention, instead playing with Buttons. She had caught him seeking his revenge later that day, leaning over Buttons as she slept on the sofa, and whispering what sounded like a demand for her to duel him. Alison had decided to avoid that situation altogether and quickly backed out the room.

The only other ghost who wasn’t totally enamoured with Buttons was Julian, who seemed very indifferent on the whole subject. Though Alison did once catch him practising one of his speeches on the cat, who seemed surprisingly attentive.

But for the most part, Buttons was adored. Many a time, Alison came across the Captain or Pat pretending to stroke her or sitting by her as she slept. Kitty and Mary would play with her (though Mary was still a little wary and periodically asked Buttons if she was a witch in disguise). Even the plague ghosts adored her – she had managed to sneak down to the basement when Mike left the door open once, and the ghosts had tried their hardest to adopt her for themselves. They were happy with the agreement they reached with Alison though, that she would let Buttons down there once a week to visit them all.

The biggest surprise of all came one lazy evening when Alison had been on her way to bed, a sleepy Mike in tow. They had passed through the common room where a fire was dwindling in the fireplace. Buttons was curled up in front of it, sleeping soundly, and watching her with a fond expression on her face was Fanny.

Alison smiled and cleared her throat. Fanny looked round, looking a little startled and embarrassed to be caught gazing at the cat she had been so against.

“Alison,” she said, but didn’t seem to have any words to follow it up with.

“Is she growing on you, then, Fanny?” Alison asked, stifling a yawn.

Fanny turned away, facing Buttons again, and said, “Well. She’s certainly no Dante. But I can admit now that she is rather sweet. I suppose it’s alright that she stays here.”

Alison watched as a small smile grew on Fanny’s face, watching the gentle rise and fall of Buttons’ chest.

“Goodnight, Lady B,” she said.

“Goodnight, Alison.”

From then on, all the residents of Button House treated Buttons as if she were all that mattered, even Robin and Thomas, whose grudges quickly wore off. It seemed that despite the fact that Button House was already full to the brim, adding little Buttons made the house a home.

#everyone say Thank You Izzy for this beautiful idea #bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #fanfiction #fanfic #the captain bbc ghosts #kitty bbc ghosts #alison cooper #mike cooper #lady button #fanny button #robin bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #julian fawcett #mary bbc ghosts #pat butcher #the plague ghosts #fic #writing #my writing #six idiots #humphrey bbc ghosts

[patrice-bergerons]

as a european i don't think letting the cats outside is immoral but it is certainly risky and can be outright dangerous for the cat. cars, dog attacks and people especially people are posing a huge danger for them. my two cats are very strictly indoor because i live by a busy road and mostly because of there are some fuckos in this neighbourhood. one of the stray cats i was feeding got poisoned and i suspect by who exactly but i had no evidence against them. so yeah my 2 kids are safe inside 🙏

I had a fairly terse reply written but then thought this might be a mutual in disguise or someone like raisin anon whom I care about so I will be less rude.

Yes. This is a decision that requires thought and there are individual circumstances for each cat. If I lived on a busy road with stray (or any tbh) dogs around or nasty neighbours poisoning cats, or, even, had I adopted a cat raised indoors or a little kitten, I too would keep them inside. Congratulations for doing that.

However, I live in a quiet suburb with my own backyard, no dogs around and loads of indoor/outdoor cats merrily prowling around. My girl also came to me when she was already at least 6-9 months old and she was a stray before - she literally wandered in the window one day and decided she lived with me now. As a result, she gets fairly unhappy when she has no outdoor access, even if she has all the toys and me inside.

Also as an FYI when i took her to get spayed my vet herself gave me a "how to safely introduce your cat outdoors" brochure and many many shelters here will not let you adopt rescue cats if you can't provide them with safe but consistent outdoors access.

I respectfully think I have no obligation to explain this to you however, and I also did not ask for opinions, thoughts, and feelings on the subject, let alone from nameless strangers on the Internet. You mean well, I can tell, but I also really did not ask.

#since it was not clear the first time around apparently #this is also REALLY NOT a call for anyone else to chime in with their opinions #respectfully

[moonless-if]

hey bestie! this is for the ask game, assuming it hasn't been answered already :)

Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

26. Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

Silas absolutely loves animals! They would have one (or more) of every kind they possibly could, if they had time to care for them all. For now, they have two horses, three dogs, a cat, and a few birds.

Rainn isn't as much of a pet person as Silas, but they also don't hate animals. They have a horse for getting around, and a pet crow!

Mal/Malik/Malika would love to have animals, any kind, but unfortunately it just isn't practical when they spend most of their time out at sea. They have to make do with visiting the animals at their family home, and asking to pet any other animal they might come by!

The Unknown One the least animal person of the group, but also doesn't hate animals. Would probably get a dog if he could.

Khalida can't afford/doesn't have time to care for pets, but she does occasionally feed a stray cat that lives in her neighbourhood. Any other kind of animal can suck it though.

Here is the prompt list for anyone wanting to send an ask! Or you can just send any question of your own if you want!

#'hey bestie!' i cry #♡♡♡ #c: rainn #c: mal/malik/malika #c: khalida #c: silas #c: the unknown one #the moonless #character asks #lost-kiwi-dev

[thequimmqueen]

Morning routine hcs (1)

Allan usually Wakes up at 4 am because he got used to it since he was a teen. His father used to wake him up at that hour to go run around the Streets and to keep him active. (No surprise because, Aaron was a Sports Coach)

Timm uses face masks.

....what? You think keeping that cute face is easy?

He also uses curlers!

Quinn wakes up to plenty of stray cats meowing outside for her to feed them.

"Damn it i shouldn't have left my cat's leftovers outside"

Connor also goes to run around the neighbourhood early in the day, while also Walking his Dog (Her name is Treat)

Roy takes advantage of his uncle waking up late (say,9 or 11am) to study or sleep more before he gives him all the chores in the world

Olivia likes to Do Yoga early in the day, then she goes to Visit Roy and Check if they're on the same level in a School subject

(During the Bakeria period) Cecilia lives 2 blocks away from the Pizzeria, so she usually goes in the Morning to leave a letter or message for Timm to Roy. Usually it's stuff like "if you don't wake up before 10 am i'm taking your wages." Or "Wake up sooner you Bootleg Elton John"

"Young adults these days,huh?" -Timm

#flipline studios #papa louie #headcanons

[iamthekarmapolice]

our new building is populated with shitheads who don’t like us feeding the strays near our building, even though we are more than considerate, feed them well out of peoples’ way, and clean up after we’re done. but the woman who lives a floor below us who is a big ‘speak to the manager’ type gave me some shit when she saw me feeding them this morning, and now she’s written this weird, long email to the building committee complaining about it?? and it’s full of irrational arguments, like she’s worried the dogs will bite her kids, which on the face of it, fair enough, but the thing is we’re feeding them away from the building, on public property, so if youre so scared, don’t send your kids there??? (also don’t send your kids out at all, there’s a brutal pandemic going on), and some slippery slope arguments like ‘now its cats and dogs, what’s next monkeys and cows? what then, huh??’ i hate it here.......

the thing is theres other people here who feed strays too but i think theyre picking on us because we’re new here?? or maybe everyone in our old neighbourhood was nice because my dad’s family lived there for over 30 years? whatever it is, my mom and i reached out to other people who feed strays and it says black and white in the constitution that it’s perfectly legal for us to feed strays anywhere (in fact we could feed them right at our building if we wanted, and that woman couldnt do shit about it, but most people are nice so they dont) and not only that, interfering with people who feed strays or harassing them can be punishable by law, plus one of those people we got in touch with is an animal rights lawyer, so i don’t the woman who lives a floor below us can do anything more than some whiny letter writing

#fuck these people honestly the area we live in is 'nice' because we live next to a small forest area #which in a city like ours is super rare #so these people love the clout and bragging rights you get and make friends jealous with rare bird pics #but the actual realities of living near nature???? they dont want that at all #seriously fuck them i actually despise them #you want to talk about responsibility to society stop letting your kids play outside without masks how about that #if she does anything else we will rat her out to the municipal corporation about that

[violetsandshrikes]

katie if it wouldn't trouble you, do you have any happy stories to share? i won't dump my feelings here but i always love hearing about what you have seen, not only from how kind your mom was for example but from how you convey what you experienced and what you took from it all. you just shine and give off a warmth it feels like! it's comforting just to know there is somewhere most definitely good and kindness, yknow? whether you feel like talking at an anon or not i hope you're doing well, and best of luck to you in all you do! 🌱

this kind of thing never troubles me!

My mother was very big on showing kindness to others, so growing up we adopted A LOT of strays and abandoned animals - we were struggling bad at the time, but we made it work somehow.

one time there was a lovely tortoiseshell cat who was being dumped bc her owners were moving overseas and hadn’t made arrangements for her. my little brother and i saw her online, and we begged and pleaded and our mother didn’t take much convincing. so, we got the cat - who as it turns out, was extremely pregnant. her official name became Mama Cat, which was fairly ironic bc she was a TERRIBLE mother, and wanted nothing to do with her kittens outside of trying to drop them in the neighbors kiddy pool. so, at 7, i set an alarm every few hours to feed the little kitties with a syringe, and was often found curled up around them so they were warm and didn’t feel alone. they eventually all got adopted out, and mama cat was fixed and had a lovely life!

another time, in our neighbourhood we saw a very sad looking dog limping along heavily. we only had some mince left in the freezer, but we agreed to share some to get her to trust us, because she was so skinny and scared and we really had nothing else to offer. someone nearby explained while i coaxed her over that they had seen her thrown out a car window. we ended up taking her to the vet, and we were told that her leg was broken in 3 places and the surgery would cost $7000. my mother was distressed, but she immediately set off trying to figure out if she had anything of value she could sell so the dog could get another chance. i was initially scared of the vet because he was a big brisk man with a deep voice, but he was very kind and showed me around his clinic and showed me his tools and equipment. i don’t think I’ll ever forget hugging the dog while he sadly told me sometimes things can’t be done and it’s nicer to put an animal down. i remember so clearly looking up at him tearfully and asking why it was the victims and never those above them who that applied to.

he did the surgery. she healed so well, and she became full of energy and happiness. he wiped the debt and refused payment. that has stuck with me my entire life so far.

#I have many Animal Stories #I hope this helps!! they’re happy but they’re sad and I think that’s just how my stories go #I love you anon!! ❤️ #asks #ask