I think this summer, in addition to building a new catio, I’m gonna try to get the cats out hiking more. This is just a big vent/ramble under the cut.
The last couple years we haven’t been out as much. A part of it is just mental health making it hard to Do Stuff, but also I’m apprehensive about going hiking on my own with the cats. I’m not really concerned about coyotes or bears or elk, but the prevalence of off leash dogs on trails still makes me afraid for my and the cats’ safety. I can do everything right and responsible with my cats and still have someone’s dog chase or attack us— both have happened before and will again if we go out. It’s just frustrating that other people’s irresponsibility and selfishness keeps me from enjoying time outside with my pet. I can only control myself- I can’t control someone’s “””friendly””” dog that is “good” off leash and *only* chases people for 15ft before going back to its owner. It’s not barking and chasing for 50 ft, so it’s fine right?
All that being said, I think I might try to do what I can to better prepare myself and my cats for encounters like that and actually get out again. I can tell Dave misses hiking and being outside, and my mental health has gotten worse staying indoors all the time.
Cat wise I’m gonna try to train the cats’ recall better this spring, and maybe invest in some shorter leashes to keep them closer by on walks. I was also considering getting a hard-shelled cat backpack and seeing if they’d like cycling. Dogs can’t kill them if we’re on a bike…
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One shot : A Small Hair Ornament
[…] “I have something for you…”
She titled her head in anticipation as he extends his right arm in front of him, his palm towards her. She reaches out to the invitation, putting her own hand above his, the back of it resting against his palm. He holds it softly.
He finally takes out his other hand from his pocket, holding tightly the famous object. Attempting not to shiver he puts it gently in her palm. It was a small golden ornament, a hair ornament. The metal feels warm in her hand.
After a moment he lets go of her hands as she observes it intensely, without a word. At first glance it looks quite ordinary, it was certainly not some highly precious jewellery, yet it harboured quite a few detailed floral motifs. It was made with great care and with a particular attention.
“This is a gift, for you. I wish it will bring you comfort and peace. That, when you’ll look at your reflection you won’t think ill of yourself anymore. That you will see yourself how I… how everyone sees you. As the most incredible and kind-hearted lady that you are.”
The gold ornament would indeed stand greatly against her pale hair, they had almost all turned grey by now. Even if she tried to hide it, her light blonde hair changing into a complete white and colourless mane weight on her mind. She was unsure what to think of it or feel, but she sure noticed how others looked at her strangely.
Still looking at the accessory she asked him a question. “Did you… make this yourself ?”
That present meant a lot to him, he wanted to keep it for a special occasion but himself was not feeling particularly well in those troubled times. He didn’t intend on telling her obliviously, it wasn’t the time to worried her even more. Besides, he wasn’t sure how everything would evolve in Yharnam. In these conditions it would be better simply give it to her as a mere gift. If that could soothe her pain, it would be more than enough. It’s all that mattered.
“Yes… I made it. I know it’s not much, but you always said you wanted one, right ? I intended to offer you this in other circumstances, but you weren’t feeling well these times, so I thought-”
He stops abruptly, was she… crying ? “I deeply apologize you can just throw it away if want, you don’t have to accept it ! It was fool of me, I’m sorry-”
“No, it’s perfect ! I’m truly happy and very touch… It’s the best gift I could ever receive. Thank you dearly Gehrman !” She was holding the ornament close to her smiling and removing her silvery tears. Even if it was only for a short time, the simple small ornament was enough to lift all her worries at this very moment.
He returned the smile. “You’re more than welcome, Maria.”
A small, very ordinary hair ornament.
Although it has been lost for quite some time, one can still see signs of the care with which this tasteful ornament was once kept.
Its color would stand most brilliantly against a head of greyish hair.
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In case the earlier angst wasn’t enough...
here’s a little look in Jupiter’s skull when talking about his past (ch66 of give you my best shot)
This is for the best. This is for the best. If he keeps telling himself that, it'll make it easier, it'll make it hurt less, it'll be okay, right?
They leave an exit path for you. You're not blocked in, they're not threatening you, you can leave or do whatever you want. They won't fight back, they won't stop you, they- they deserve anything you do.
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You're so quiet as he speaks.
He- he appreciates it, he doesn't know if he could keep going if stopped. He tried to show what had happened, to make you understand. They- they hadn't wanted it, they- they had held out for so long. But the hunger had been so bad.
It had been so bad.
He could see the way dust had spread through the forest, the nights getting colder, darker, longer. The way he had always stayed alert while sans was out, desperately waiting for him to come back, fearing the day he wouldn't, he only had 1 hp--
A touch.
Sans' hand. They were- they were here now.
He was speaking now, voice low and slow. They had fought over who would cover this bit, but Sans had pulled the big brother card, the bastard. But he couldn't do it.
He wasn't surprised when Sans had to leave. He had asked black to keep n eye out earlier. The skeleton had been… helpful in the past. Understanding.
He tried to reassure you of this, bringing himself back as you began to panic. He- he didn't know why you were so concerned about Sans right now, if it was concern for his safety or for others but- but he had to finish.
He couldn't leave it there.
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He- he brushed over how bad it had been.
Un- she had been ruthless, fueled by desperation, friendship long forgotten. The sound of his brother's scream-- he didn't remember it well. Just jumping in, throwing an attack, a desperate defense, and pain.
They must- they must have fought her off, but Sans- he- he had been in a bad state.
(His skull had been turning to dust before his eyes, and he remembers screaming at him as he poured healing magic into him, trying to keep him. To not be left alone. He had passed out at some point, before waking and trying again, and again, and again--)
There- there had been days before he had woken, working eye light now a bright red. He had stormed out of there the second he had the strength, despite arguments against it, killing Alphys as soon as he got the chance. After that… they had closed themselves off.
Right. Right. You're here. Explain why they can't see them now. Make sure you understand.
And pray for forgiveness.
(Although he gave up on praying long ago. On forgiveness too.)
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…
Your voice was so gentle when you finally spoke, reassuring him.
He didn't deserve your kindness, your understanding, you. You should be afraid, disgusted, fleeing out the door- why were you still here?
Were you truly that good?
Stars, he was so sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
.
.
.
Okay, time to pull himself together. You're still here.
Yes, this is what they wanted to tell you. You deserve to know, and- and they both hold so much affection and care for you.
And now came the rejection. They both expected it, this- this wasn’t meant to convince you to stay.
Only to show you why you should stay away.
But you seemed determined to hold on. You really just kept defying expectations, huh?
...maybe with you, he can allow himself this. Just the tiniest bit.
To- to finally stop being the monster he sees in the mirror.
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