#that last one was when she went to get spayed but the vet got in a fight with the rescue lady and she just ended up getting doped up

[vampyr3wife]

full peanut lore right now!!!!

Um it’s a lot

OKAY SO. Before there was Peanut there was Peanuts mom, Toffee. Peanut was from her last litter, she had three that I know of before she was able to be caught and spayed. 1 litter was born in my shed, and 2 litters were born under my house. As her second litter got older my friends finally trapped them, but Toffee was impossible to catch and she had already fallen pregnant again. We caught multiple possums and so many skunks that summer.

And then… there was Peanut and Cashew. Cashew was easy to trap. He literally walked his silly ass up to me one time when he was just an itsy bitsy baby. But Peanut was different, always such a skittish n shy girl. She was hard to trap like her momma, and she was pregnant at only like 4 months old. That’s how Souptin, Nom Nom, and Beanie came to be.

Soup was the first to be caught and was literally just chilling w us right away. The others were more timid, crawl space shenanigans occurred and eventually we caught Beanie. Beanie was a little angel.. she was born deformed with no tail and no butthole, probably because Peanut was so young and small. It’s amazing that she carried three kittens to term honestly, it was hard for her to be a momma so young and Toffee was picking up the slack.. After a couple days of trying to find a vet that could help her they decided it would be kinder just to put Beanie down. It’s a miracle she lived that long after all. Rest In Peace little Beanie.. she is cuddling the moon n getting kissed by all the stars.

If I remember correctly, Peanut and Nom Nom were caught together. Nom was a feisty little thing and took after her mothers shyness.. Soup and Nom Nom were reunited and adopted by my friends! They’re all grown up now and r such happy well socialized kitties. Peanut was too feral to be taken inside by anyone so she was returned to my house.

I started trying to officially make friends with her not long after. She was still young, feral, and very scared of humans. It took a long time for her to get used to me, we took many baby steps. Slowly we went from watching eachother across the yard to sitting together on the porch. She learned when breakfast and dinner was and she started getting excited to see me. She would rub up against anything around her and cry and I just knew she wanted love but she didn’t rlly understand.. but I’ve worked w her a lot and she absolutely adores pets now. She purrs like crazy and rubs up against me… back scratches and head rubs r her fav. She even follows me in the door to rub up against my legs n will run around in the laundry room… but that’s about as far as she goes.. for now.

I’ve explained to my landlord that I’m trying to slowly work towards her being an indoor cat and she seems okay with that after seeing how cute she is. So that’s a major win :) Go Peanut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ghostofgraywalls]

Seeking advice for elderly rat!!!

Hello guys! I'm just trying to get some opinions. My husband and I have been faced with a difficult problem. Our 3 year old rat has developed another tumor. She's had 2 tumors in the same spot already, and during her last mass removal the vet had to remove some skin. It left a pretty big, itchy scar.

It's been about 4-5 months since her last surgery. We went to the vet about this recent one, and the vet said she would advise against another surgery given our girl's age. She said at this age she's on borrowed time, and she would hate for her to be in pain for 2 weeks post surgery only for her to go a different way. But she also said if we wanted to try the surgery, she would do it because she felt she was in such good health that she's not worried about complications.

About the only difference in our girl's behavior is she's slowing down. She has lost a small bit of weight and she naps more. She also hasn't been as excited about things like her wheat grass, for instance I got her a new one and it's been untouched in her cage for 24 hours. But she is still excited about treats and love from her favorite human, my husband. I also do want to say she is a solo rat, as she is our last rat. When her sister died a year ago we discussed options with the vet and if we should re home her, and we decided it was best for us to keep her and have her out of her cage whenever we were home with her.

Also, if we do the surgery, this would be her fourth surgery in her 3 years. She was spayed two years ago and has had 2 mass removals this year. As of now, we are using miloxicam under the vets orders to help with pain and to slow the tumor growth.

So I guess my question is has anyone else had to deal with giving a rat surgery at such an old age? And even if not, what would you do if it was your rat?

I know at the end of the day it will be our choice, but this choice feels like such a crap shoot. We either accept she will die in a month or so, or risk surgery knowing she could die during recovery or soon after...but she could also easily live a few more months to a year given her good health. I just really don't know what to do here.

#rat #rats #pet rat #pet rats #fancy rat #fancy rats #rat advice #rat care #advice for rat #ratblr

[caelumangeli]

Just as things started getting easier after the cluster fuck that was the end of last year for me, and finally getting a new car after my car broke down, new car got stolen, and I basically had to teach myself manual on the temp car I was driving.

I spent 7 hours today waiting to get my cat in with the vet because he has an issue with his eye that could be trauma that needs to heal. Or it could be a tumor.

I don't have the money to make an appointment with a normal vet because I work commission and people don't want to spend money in winter around the holidays so I took him to an urgent care in a non profit organization that I used to get my other cat spayed for $150(plus a chip and shots and stuff) compared to $800 it would cost everywhere else.

They are walk in exclusive and only allow so many patients in a day so once it's full thats it. Went 7:30am to be there when they open to make sure I'd get in because when you get there doesn't matter, it's determined by severity of each pet to make sure those who have more immediate needs are taken care of, and understandably an eye issue like he had isn't high priority. But it wasn't until 2:30, when they close at 3pm that I went and asked if they'd still have time to take in my cat and check on him bc I know they close soon, and I was being extremely patient despite crying in my car for hours while my cat cried because he was both in a cage and in a car which he hates for hours, because it'd non profit snd the fact it would only cost me maybe $150-$200 was my only option.

I guess they completely overlooked him. So they didn't realize that I had still been waiting with him to be seen after 6.5 hours.

But they waived the exam fee and had given me a bunch of different medications for him to make sure he'd be good and comfortable and didn't charge me for that either because of the situation. They want me to bring him back next week, and assured me this won't happen again, so they can followup and confirm what's going on.

I want to say his eye isn't as red as it was on Tuesday when I noticed it, but I csnt say for sure. They said it was a good sign I'd thst is the case, so I just need to keep an eye on him.

He's already like 11 years old, and I've had him since he was so small he fit in 1 of my hands. He's my grumpy little baby and he's grumpy at everyone but he adores me and would let me do anything to him. He complains if I smother him with love frequently but whenever I don't he starts coming up and getting really affectionate and needy on me and everything because he does like it. He's just a sensitive lil boy and most people don't respect or care for what he likes or not enough for him to actually like them like he does me and my roommate. She's like the only one that's properly respected what I say and he shows that he likes or doesn't like, or how to tell if hes fine being held if/by the noise he makes when you pick him initially.

He's /my/ first pet and my first cat and my brother used to say I stole his kitten he found, even though he had a cat already, and it was established if we got another cat, they would be my cat. It took a couple of years because we were young, but he full heartedly admits Ezekiel has most certainly always been my cat, and he was just jealous because he wanted a kitten.

My other cat, Pudge, is even his daughter.

I've just been so worried about if this could mean something else is wrong with him I couldn't just wait to see how it goes I don't know how quickly some of these medical issues escalate but I know some of them can be quickly.

#ooc #pet #pet health #my cat is okay right now though

[quitetheketch-moved]

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

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

Other places to help: Paypal | Venmo | Cashapp

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

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

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

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

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

#mutual aid #i have seen a lot of people not asking donations posts be tagged so they dont not show up in tags or something? anyway i dont really care #tag it as you like #i rely entirely on reblogs and direct shares #so i dont care what you do #but if you can help thank you and if you cant thats 100% okay but please reblog if you can #i know i've needed a lot of help the last two years #and i am grateful for every bit i got #and i'm so close to a better life #i can taste it i just gotta hold out a little longer #then maybe i can start giving back to community myself #thats my end goal tbh #get better or better enough to work again even part time so i can give back #one day u.u

[love-and-hisses]

In case you missed it on the blog (love-and-hisses.com) this morning:⁠

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It's time to update y'all on what's going on with mama Kim Wexler.⁠

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When she went for her spay almost five weeks ago, the vet spotted a few oddities and suggested a full blood panel. We followed up with three different trips to the vet for tests, ultrasounds, medication, and more tests, and finally got a diagnosis last week of Glomerular Disease. This is a kidney disease, and while she is not showing any clinical signs aside from some wobbliness right now, it is a disease that is going to shorten her life. Fortunately, she is at the very beginning of this disease, and she is on medication that will hopefully help to slow it down. ⁠

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She is still available for adoption, but I'm being realistic - there tend not to be a lot of people who want to adopt an older cat (she's at least 8 years old) who will require medication, a special diet, and regular trips to the vet. (If that is YOU, then by all means email Forgotten Felines at info (at) ffhsv.org to inquire. I do not exaggerate when I say that she is the SWEETEST girl.)⁠

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So at least for now (unless/until someone steps up and wants to adopt her), we will be long-term fostering her. As her kittens leave us, we will introduce her to the permanent residents, and unless there's a big problem (I don't expect one), she'll be allowed free reign of the house. ⁠

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This leads naturally to the question: does this mean I'm going to stop fostering for now? I don't plan to. As long as Kim does okay with the permanent residents, fostering will continue. There might be a bit of a lull while we get Kim fully integrated, but she's a pretty chill girl and I'm not expecting any problems.⁠

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I BEG OF YOU: PLEASE, NO ADVICE. SHE IS UNDER THE CARE OF A WONDERFUL VET.

#Instagram

[of-the-underworld-and-sea]

My Cats

So of course I can't make a post about my cats without the proper cat tax, but I just wanted to tell the stories of all my cats, how I got them and where their names came from. In chronological order because I can't show favoritism!

So first is Kindle, almost 8, the black and white Maine Coon on the left of the first picture. Yes, he is named after the e-reader. No I didn't actually name him, I just kept it. So Kindle is the son of a stray someone at my mom's job found. When they went to get her spayed, they were basically told, "Yeah, we can't do that, she's pregnant with six kittens." I'd been waiting to get a cat for about a year since I'd followed my family to Florida, so we got to lay claim to one of them.

So where did his name come from? Well, their young niece had lost her kindle (the e-reader) and where did she finally find it? With mama and the first kitten, who was surprisingly large since his mama was tiny. So they named him Kindle. At first I thought it was a silly name and I would immediately change it, but he looked just like one of my childhood cats who passed young, and I couldn't come up with anything else. So I kept it and honestly, I love the minor chaos his name being the same as a e-reader (which I'll admit is the kind of e-reader I actually own lol.)

Second is Darrion, 4 turning 5 in a couple months, the gray and white tabby with Kindle. Ah, Darrion, I do love that kitten nugget. She's absolutely my familiar and stuck with me for this reason, and I love her so much. My first apartment, soon after I moved in, one of my roommates and I found her and her siblings and decided to take them in and get them fixed since there was a huge feral cat problem in our area.

She hated us the whole time. Wanted nothing to do with us, wouldn't even look at us most of the time, and would his and scratch at us. So I named her after a bitchy ex-coworker. I didn't know I'd end up keeping her, and honestly I do love the name Darrion a lot. It just didn't come about the best way. Anyways, so once we got her and her siblings spayed/neutered, we released the girls because we thought they were too feral and would be happier, and at least they wouldn't be able to have kittens and make the problem worse.

Our neighbors picked up her sister, but Darrion stuck around us. She'd wait for me to get home from work, she'd walk with me to the mailbox, and just hang out with me outside in general. There was a bad storm one day, so since I knew she was healthy and flea free, I let her in with Kindle and I to wait out the storm. Well, they were instantly best friends, which if anyone knows cats, they know how rare this is. They never fought once, and still haven't. They play, they snuggle, they clean each other, but no fighting. So she joined the family.

And last but certainly not least, Saphiya, age around 2 now (though they said she was two when I got her, but there's just no way according to my vet) the gray one in the solo picture. This little one, though not visible in the picture, is a tripod. I met her at a cat café with my brother and sister-in-law, and immediately fell in love. I didn't need a third cat, I was at the time in a crappy tiny apartment (450sqft and no proper AC in Florida) but I needed her. I'd been walking to the back of the café to meet another cat I saw, and immediately this little goof was yelling at me like "hey, I'm here too" from her hiding spot in the corner. She came hopping out and I knew I needed her.

She'd only just lost her leg recently, she was still shaved from the procedure, but you'd never know it from how she got around, though she has only gotten better and better balance since I adopted her. I named her after Sapphia from the webcomic High Class Homos, who has a prosthetic leg and a big personality, just like my little Saphiya.

And that's the story of my cats! I just felt compelled to share, because really, who doesn't love hearing about cats?

#cats #personal #familiar #pets

[genericfangirlnumber4]

“Why are you an atheist?”

Because I cannot look at the tragedies in this world and believe anything with the power to stop it, and any care for the living, would let these things happen. Especially to innocent young, of any species.

Yes this is about me actually daring pray for something again, and the tragic result happening despite my begging the universe.

TW: Animal death

My in-laws live near a feral cat colony and they try so hard to care for all the animals, make sure all the young survive, capture the mature-ish ones for getting spayed/neutered and other necessary trips to vets when they can.

Recently, one of the basically-equivalent-to-a-young-teen strays had a kitten. Just one, tiny, red-nosed, black kitten. The in-laws found it abandoned, making little kitten cries for help for HOURS, and tried to give the mother a chance to return to it... But when they checked again, fly larvae had already started attaching to it.

So they brought it in, cleaned it off, and tried to keep it warm and fed. And for about a day, this poor little abandoned baby knew love and comfort and the sweet coaxing tones of a parent trying to get it to eat. But, eventually, it stopped having the strength or will to eat, sometimes it tried and couldn’t because the bottle was hard to suck from, but then other times trying to give it kitten-milk other ways resulted in it just dodging and crying and refusing to swallow. We don’t know why.

I held this poor little baby in one hand, able to pet it and keep it warm a while as the in-laws searched for solutions. Making the bottle easier to drink from. Trying to see if any local rescues would help on a Sunday and/or help with neonatal babies like this one. I begged the universe to let this kitten live, and promised that if the baby made it, I would take responsibility for giving it a good life. We tried offering it back to its mother again. The mother reacted like we’d offered her rotten food and also put said rotten food in a trap. She almost acted rabid.

We kept trying to feed it and keep it warm and pet it and comfort it. Nothing seemed to be helping. It got to a point where it was so weak that we were counting the seconds between when it cried (from the other room, where Dad-in-law had taken over because the rest of us couldn’t take it anymore), because at least if it was still crying, it was still alive. I couldn’t eat with the stress and tragedy of it all.

For over a day, more than 2/3s of its life, this kitten had a whole family wishing for nothing but its health, daring to pray even when lacking a faith... And last night, after my wife and I went home because I couldn’t take it anymore, and had work today so I needed to be able to go to bed... The kitten died. Despite everything.

And THAT is why I don’t believe in any higher powers. Shit like that, which happens every day. Shit like that, which even a minor god in an ancient pantheon could fix, if any of them were real. Shit like that, where something innocent goes through something tragic no matter how hard anyone tries to help and show it love.

And if there are any gods out there... Any higher powers... They are garbage for this. Every dead innocent child, of any species, is blood on their hands. Especially when humans are doing everything in their power to save that life, and it’s lost anyway.

If the gods are real... Fuck them.

[kittykatinabag]

Finally managed to shame my mom enough to get her to take one of my kitties to the vet after coming back here and finding her even skinnier than the last time I saw her, where I already thought she was thin.

Since my cat's still pretty energetic and eating and drinking normally, I think she'll be okay once the blood work clears and the vet prescribes the correct medication. I'm just annoyed and slightly frustrated that it took not only me slightly pressuring her, but also my dad (who simply tolerates the cats) pressuring her. I'm also annoyed that I said back the last time I visited (December 2021) to take her to the vet and now that its 2 years and some months later she's only now getting around to it.

I also know I shouldn't be saying this as someone who's been affected by trauma too, but I know the reason she hasn't done it until now is that my first cat had a lot of health problems that caused her to die young for a cat. And that whole process seemed to have deeply traumatized my mom with veterinarians, since she was the one doing most of the going to appointments and stuff since I was young and in school. But I can still be frustrated that she used her whole view that "anytime I go to vet that isn't the initial vaccinations, spay/neuter, and microchipping they're just going to tell me it some sort of horrible illness or cancer" to delay giving care to my obviously not-completely-well cat. Have that trauma but fuck don't make it purposely hurt other creatures when you have the control to help them.

Ugh. And I know there's a twinge of slight resentment deep in both my parents hearts (probably mostly my dad on this one, my mom actually likes the cats) that I moved around so much so I couldn't take the cats once I got out of college. But I also was a bit reserved when we initially thought about getting more cats back when I was in high school because I knew I wouldn't be living in this house for much longer before I went to college. I'm also reminded the early morning I left for the airport my first semester of college, my dad was trying to push me out the door before I had properly said goodbye to both the cats, and I kind of snapped at him. Lo-and-behold, my extra minute or two hugging them and saying goodbye still made me early to the flight.

If there's one thing that my coming back to this place has done, at least its gotten my kitty to the vet when she needed to.

#afternoon ramblings #guess I rolled the cat autism instead of the train autism when I was younger lmao

[pepperandgarlicsalt]

Need some cat advice!!! Also, I am descriptive as hell. Sorry for the novel, I over-explain.

I have 2 cats. Both female, both currently unfixed (appointments are being made, they just haven't yet because life got in the way, but it is high priority now) and a bit less than a year old. I also live in an apartment.

There is a hole in my cupboards that leads to outside. Early on after getting my first cat, she found it and got outside (I didn't yet know the hole was there, so it wasn't covered at the time or anything) and I found her in a space under the building that is too small for a person to get into. Luckily, the second she heard me she came to me so I could put her back inside. I covered the hole on my own, put cabinet locks on the two out of three cupboards that they fit on, and shoved a box in front of the last one to barricade it a bit. I also emailed the apartment to ask about maintenance coming in and properly doing something about the huge hole in my unit that leads outside that my cat likes to go through.

It took them a few months to actually come in and look at it, and in that time she found another way to get in the cupboards and go out again. She was in the same spot, came right to me when I went to get her, I found the new spot and blocked that off as well.

Last month, the maintenance man finally came in and looked at the hole. All they did was put a few pieces of masking tape over it and they didn't even cover all of the ways to get into the hole. I even told them that the tape looked flimsy as hell and a cat could break through it, they didn't care at all. But whatever, I guess. I had locks and little barricades and all of the things that I did myself.

I came home from work a few days ago and all of the boxes were moved FAR and the tape was shredded. She got out again, obviously. I'm surprised (but SUPER glad) my other cat didn't follow her, she was just chilling happy as a clam on my bed. I went out to where she usually goes because I assumed she'd hop right back up to me when I walked up like she had before. Nope!! Not at all!! I think she is in there, but I can't tell. It's a little crawlspace that people can't fit in at all, so it goes back far and is very dark. She could totally be hiding. I had a friend come over to check it out because (while I adore my cat and would shove my arm in the crawlspace for her in an instant) I'm a bit spooked by dark spaces like that and I trusted friend to be the type of person to shove his entire face into the creepy, spidery hole. He said that he definitely heard a meow in there but he couldn't really see without a good flashlight and all he had was his phone. It's also getting to be spring and I've seen a lot of strays out, so I am hoping that the meow was my kitty but that isn't confirmed. Also, since it's warming up a bit (and based on her behavior before she got out and the fact that she moved heavy boxes and shredded layers of tape to get out) she's most likely in heat.

I just don't know how to get her back out since she isn't coming over to me. My friend said that if kitty is in heat then I might need to give her a few days before I even see her and not to worry too much until it's been a little while. I put a blanket that she sleeps on every night on my outside chair just in case she comes out of the hole on her own and needs to smell out home. I also put a dish of food out, which I know I maybe shouldn't have because of how many strays I've seen but I put it directly in front of the hole. I had to run to the store but was planning to come back to the dish every so often to see if I could catch her sneaking out to eat and by the time I was back it was already empty.

I already know that when I do get her back I'll need to set up a vet appointment IMMEDIATELY to get her checked for pregnancy and just in general from being outside, then I'm getting her spayed the first available appointment they have for it. I'm also going to get my cupboards COVERED as much as I possibly can. Which isn't too much, the apartment I live in is shit, they don't seem to care to fix things correctly and I hear they hit people HARD with any damage costs and such so it's hard to take matters into your own hands on anything here. But I'll risk some potential future damage costs, the cupboard that I can't get a lock to work with might end up duct taped to hell and still barricaded. All I'm really stumped on is getting her out, or at least knowing that she's okay down there. I'd feel so much better if I saw her but wasn't able to catch her in time, to see that she CAN come out if she wants to but she just doesn't.

#cats #cat advice #catblr #petblr #pets #pet advice #help

[kelpiemomma]

I have some much rage bottled up hearing about people about your grandma.

It invalidates the years of training and verification of actual service animals

Her pup sounds just excitable and friendly, which sounds harmless in paper but the issue is, that it's untrained and no sense of boundaries. This especially concerning since your grandmother puts her dog inside senior specific facilities.

And untrained pup is more unpredictable than a trained pup

That puts the safety of others in danger, it can put her dog in danger, and put your grandma herself in legal trouble too.

Sorry for making you hear this rant from this stranger, just know you are not alone on your frustration on your nan.

Yeah, it sucks!

It's been mentioned to her before that her LAST dog, the one who went to the senior care facilities, wasn't a real service dog but an emotional support dog without any proper training. My grandma did one training class at PetSmart with her after the dog was a year old and never went further, just got a note from her doctor that the dog was an ESA. That dog was the one who was going places with my grandma with the bare minimum training, that frustrated myself and my parents because we knew she wasn't a real service dog but to my grandma she was. (my grandma also believes our asshole border collie liked this former dog because "she was older, so she was the alpha in the house" even though the asshole border collie came into our home as a puppy with 3 older dogs and hated every one of their guts to the point of starting fights regularly with them 🙃 which is. a different story. point is, my grandma has no fucking idea about actual dog behavior or training).

Her CURRENT dog has gone approximately three places- to our home (my grandma went and picked her up from the breeder's), to the vet's office for her shots & spay procedure, and to the home of a friend of my grandma's. She's never been to any senior care facilities, thankfully, but also her lack of outside interaction is part of her problem. She has no boundaries, yet is scared of the outside world if my grandma isn't around. When she first arrived my parents and my grandma made excuses for her bad behavior as "she's a puppy", naturally. Pissing in the house? She's a puppy. Say "what have you done!", clean it up, and move on. Jumping on people? She's a puppy! She's small and its cute :3 Harassing the older dogs to the point they snap at her to try and teach her boundaries? She's a puppy!!! They should tolerate it because she's a baby!! She's attempting to teach the new pup to ring a bell on the door for when she needs to go potty but i don't think my grandma knows what she's doing, and with potty pads on the floor I don't think the dog really cares to learn. It's been a month of the bell and the only one to touch it has been my grandma.

I don't know for sure if the vest she got is an actual service dog vest, honestly. It was red and covered half her back, it looked like one but I didn't see the words "service dog" on it. However I also didn't look too close because I didn't want to start an argument when I noticed it. If it is another service dog vest I will honestly be pissed and will have both my parents help me get her into a discussion about it, because this dog is less trained than the last one and my grandma has shown no initiative to give her more training. As I said, it has gone nowhere but 3 places, it barely leaves the house, my grandma never walks her, she still is jumping on the faces of the dogs she's around, she still jumps on people, she still pisses & shits in the house... I hope to god she doesn't actually try to take it anywhere!

#yeah this dog has... made me frustrated with her breed #the blame lies with my grandma but we have also tried training the puppy (when we can) and because it doesn't get reinforced it goes nowher #and this dog is easily bigger than her last one #not that she's a big dog but she's still bigger than my grandma's last cavie #and because my grandma takes her nowhere and does nothing with her this dog eats and sleeps and is getting obese #and she's not even a year old 🙃 #i really wish she wouldn't have gotten another dog. but she was SO DEAD SET on ONLY getting another cavie #that she bypassed adopting any #which also pissed me off because if she HAD waited the EXACT DOG SHE WANTED #(a red female cavie) #CAME UP FOR ADOPTION THIS SUMMER. #ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS WAIT!!!! #altho idk if they would've adopted a dog to us given we have an asshole border collie and 3 dogs in the house already but w/e #but yeah this is part of why i want to move out. the dog frustration. #and ofc bc her dogs aren't real service dogs people are allowed to pet them which sets SUCH a bad precedence 🙃 #UGH.

[thebakerbuns]

What's In My Rabbit Emergency Kit

Today I wanted to share with you what I keep in my emergency kit for my buns in case they get ill or if I need to do any grooming at home. If you are struggling to put together your own, hopefully this helps give you some ideas.

It's always handy to keep items like this on hand in case your buns get ill or if you need to do any grooming at home. Most of my homemade emergency kit is made up of left over medicine that I've had from when the buns have been poorly but it's great to have it on hand just in case anything comes back as medicine isn't cheap. Here are the other items that I have included in my kit.

NAIL CLIPPERS

I normally take my buns to the vet a couple of times a year to get their nails done as they can be so tricky and it only costs me £12 per rabbit but I do have nail clippers at home just in case.

BRUSH

I have the fur buster brush which is great when I need to groom the buns during malting season. Zaya recently suffered from stasis, I think caused by the heatwave we had here in the UK and some fur that was stuck in her tummy, so I always try to keep on top of their brushing. Malibu has the worst fur that is really fine and it literally gets everywhere. I was thinking about getting another kind of brush to help which I may leave until next year.

METAL BOWLS

I don't use these very often but if I ever need to give the buns any food with medicine or critical care in a bowl I would use these as they are easy to wash and I don't mind them getting ruined.

BODY SUITS

I have a few body suits which were from when Zaya got spayed but even though they are XS, she still managed to wiggle her way out of them. I haven't used them since but I thought they could be handy for something if I ever needed them although I don't think they would fit Malibu.

SNUGGLE SAFE

I have picked up a couple more snugglesafe's to add to my collection so I can put them in different places. I put them under their water bowl to stop it freezing and some in spots where they like to sit.

F10 GERMICIDAL OINTMENT

When my buns went for a check-up at the vets, my girl Zaya has a small development of a sore hock from when they were on the concrete patio (before I moved them onto horse matting) and my vet recommended picking up some F10 Germicidal ointment in case it progresses which luckily it hasn't but it's always handy to have on hand.

PRO & PRE BIOTIC POWDER

My buns went through a phase of being quite poorly with Zaya going through stasis and having an infection around her mouth and Malibu having the snuffles, being medication quite a bit it didn't really help their stomachs and they needed to build up the friendly bacteria in their stomachs again so I picked up some Pro and Pre Biotic powder to put in their water to help them.

LEFT OVER MEDICATION

I keep all of the buns left over medicine in my emergency kit just in case an illness comes back especially stasis or a weepy eye. Rabbit medicine isn't cheap so I really don't like throwing it away when I can keep it on hand until I've used it up or it goes out of date. Luckily most medicine lasts a couple of years. I have Isathal eye drops (for weepy eyes or infections in the eye), Metacam/Loxicom (pain relief), Enrocare (antibiotic) and Metoclopramide/Emeprid (gets the gut moving - GI stasis), Sulfatrim (antibiotic - for snuffles) and Bisolvon powder (clears the respiratory system) in my kit just in case.

CRITICAL CARE

I have two different pouches of Critical Care just in case the buns aren't eating and need something to pacify them or if they go into stasis and need force feeding something. If you don't have critical care, you can always mush up some of their pellets with some warm water so it turns into a watery paste and feed it to your bun(s) using a syringe.

SYRINGES

I have a big variety of syringe sizes (1ml, 3ml, and large one for critical care) for different things like giving medicine or feeding the buns critical care. I save these when the vet gives them to me or if they come with medicine and wash them out until I can't use them anymore like if the measurement markings start to rub off. I keep them in a zip lock bag to keep them clean and protected.

Q TIPS AND COTTON ROUNDS

These come in really handy if you need to clean a wound or to clean their scent glands which I haven't needed to do yet. If their eye is closed up from gunk, I run the cotton round under warm water and hold it over their eye until it opens up and I can give them some eye drops.

ADHESIVE BANDAGE TAPE

Luckily I haven't needed to use this yet but it's handy to have it just in case. My buns are lucky to not have any serious injuries yet (long may that continue) but I wanted to keep it in my kit just in case.

SUPPLEMENTS

My bun Zaya went through a rough patch were she had an infection around her mouth and chin area and we weren't sure what caused it, but my vet recommended picking up some skin and coat supplements from Oxbow to help keep their skin and coat healthy. They are high in fibre and are formulated with beneficial ingredients including palm oil, canola, chamomile, and essential Omega 3 and 6 fatty acids to support a healthy skin and coat in small pets. You should give your rabbit(s) around ½ to 2 tabs a day depending on their body weight.

HAND SANITISER

And finally I have some hand sanitiser in my kit for me for when I handle the buns, their medicine or when cleaning out their litter boxes.

#care

[thoughts-and-more-sadness]

It’s nice to have my car back. I got new glasses for the first time in 3 years. I got myself quiches from a local bakery and went to the dollar store. He wasn’t happy I went to the dollar store alone but I had a lot of fun. I’m really anxious because everyone is telling me to get a new car. Dad only meant for my car to last until 200,000 miles. Which is where it’s at. Then he thought I’d get a new one. He sends me cars he finds that I should buy for like 6 thousand dollars. I barely have 2 thousand dollars. So there’s no way I can buy a car right now. I really need a job now. I’m going to start calling places. I feel like there’s no point for me to get another job because I’m not gonna be working there in 6 months anyways. I’m just so discouraged because I never thought I’d be quitting jobs or not staying in one place. So now it’s like what’s the point of trying. But I need money because I only have so much savings to live off of. I made a mini to do list. Of things I want taken care of asap before it’s too late and I have a baby. It’s been hard because a lot of it is stuff I have to depend on him to do. He’s not up to do most of it when I ask him. I’m making him do his doctors appointments and vet appointments. His dog will finally get spayed when she’s 4 years old. A lot of it is stuff he has to make time for, which is such a challenge there’s never time. I deleted all of social media except for instagram. Because I was so upset he was deleting friends and things off my accounts. No point in having social media if it isn’t your social media. It took two weeks for Sid to check on me, I guess Margaret was worried too. My social life is so dead. The other day we went to the winco and his key fob is broken in several places and he hasn’t gotten it fixed for months but it finally wasn’t locking and unlocking for him. He lost his shit and kept telling me in the parking lot that he was gonna brake something. He went full on mental breakdown. Punched his radio. I’d be upset too the key fob itself costs 130 bucks and to connect it to your car is 170. Just to have the buttons work to unlock and lock the car. But I just sat there and cried and thought how this was bound to happen when something is that broken and you don’t fix it for so long of course it’ll stop working. I looked at Starbucks and wished I was in there having coffee and playing a game with Margaret and Eric. I’ve had two dreams about him lately and being at school and wanting to go home to his house. I read that supposedly I’m gonna have whack dreams because pregnancy. I’m also really sad because I want to go to the menzingers concerts but I have no one to go with. I want to go with Kylie but she’s been deleted from my phone. Plus it’d be weird probably. I’m also really sad I’m probably going to miss Richards memorial. It’s probably a good thing I don’t go. If I do it’ll just mean a night of getting yelled at. Before his key fob stopped working as we entered the winco parking lot. He was already mad at me. Because he told me to bring in the box turtle we have outside. He thought it’d drown in the rain. I said it was covered by plastic and cardboard so I felt it was safe and I left it and wanted to check on it later. He got mad and said I don’t think or have a brain because I should take it out so we don’t have to check on it later. I hate keeping the turtle in a bucket because it just slams into the bucket repeatedly. It feels like abuse because it literally won’t stop slamming into the bucket wall. The noise drives me so mad I pick up the bucket and shake it. Try and scare the turtle into stopping. I can’t stand that noise. I told him how I wasn’t worried about the turtle because it was literally safe and dry in his cage. I even admitted if it died I wouldn’t feel bad. He said that’s not you. But I still felt nothing. Turtles better off outside then in a literal bucket where it slams into the wall over and over.

[fxandchill]

It's my birthday 💖 life update it's kind of long because I've been going THROUGH IT and need to vent.

I thought by now I'd be moving in to my new apartment and starting my new job but I had a mental breakdown and that was over long story but last year a friend from San Diego asked me to move in with her, then her friend from Ohio wanted to leave Ohio and live in California so my friend asked HER to move in and told me we can live together some other time...so basically ditched me. Then in July her friend thought "hey we should get another roommate" so my friend asked me to live with her AGAIN but the friend from Ohio wanted all this stuff from the apartment like walkability and public transportation (I tried explaining California to her and she wouldnt fucking listen she thinks this is Amsterdam or some shit) and we were looking at no pets allowed places and she had two pets but thought "oh it's fine the landlord wont find out." I wanted to secure a job before moving and her friend is really impulsive and wanted to move right away, she made me feel Bad that we had the same amount of savings and she is down to move and live off savings for a while but I wasn't...so anyways we got offered an apartment that they liked but I didnt and they were like "but if we dont say yes to the first place that approves us we will NEVER find a place" so they ditched me and my friend said "maybe we will live together another time" AGAIN. Funny thing is that same day I got an email from another apartment that approved us. I was so angry at how I was treated by my friend and her friend. My friend apologized and acknowledged she did ditch me for her friend because she seemed so much more ready to move and they both didnt want to wait but I was ready. Eventhough I didnt like the apartment, the budget was decided by them not me, i was too scared to say anything if I disagreed because I thought if I showed any hesitation I was Out so all the apartments had stuff her friend wanted but the stuff on my list like parking was "not a deal breaker" as in if it didnt had what I wanted but had what her friend wanted that was fine. My therapist and i talked and we decided her friend had a lot of red flags for a roommate and its probably good I avoided living with them but now I dont have any roommates...same friend is in a group chat with me and two other friends and when I tried organizing a lil brunch date for my bday they all cancelled on me lol which is fine because I ended up with 3 cats and I'm too busy taking care of them to go.

Sooooo after the roommate shit I got covid and after THAT I found a cat in my backyard. I recognize the cat used to like visit lily but now this cat was skinny and it was a heatwave outside so I took her in. I took her to the vet to check for a chip and she wasnt chipped, so I asked about getting her a check up and spayed and they made me an appointment for next week. After a week, her owners saw her flyer and contacted me. So I gave her back to her owners the day before the vet appointment, I told them I made it and gave them the info to go. I found out the cat is named Momo and is two and not fixed, been pregnant twice, and leaves the house for days at a time so the owners didnt even look for her, they just thought she was off getting pregnant again. I was really upset after meeting the owners, I realized they dont care about their animals and I gave momo back to them. I had a really bad feeling they wouldnt take care of her.

Literally the next day my dad went and adopted two kittens. I told him we should wait but he saw one on the shelter website and if he waited the one he wanted would be gone, then he ended up getting her and her sister. Their names are Zoë and Chloe and they're really great kittens. Just after a week and a half of having the kittens, momo's owners contacted me again and said they're moving and asked if I would take momo. They said if I dont, momo is going to the pound. They do not care at all. My parents said that 2 cats are enough but they dont want momo to go to the pound either so they agreed to try.

Well I texted the owners back and they didnt respond with anything like how it was gonna go, like when do I get her when are they moving etc etc. I couldn't sleep I was so worried, then we found momo in our backyard AGAIN. I called the owners and the carelessness. They were like "oh yea she got out again. No we didnt get her fixed that appointment was the same day I was going back to college so i was too busy. Also we think when she got out she got pregnant again." 1) when I met the owners the first time they knew they were moving and they couldn't go to the vet appointment why didnt they say anything I could have taken her then 2) she was so nonchalant about her cat being pregnant a third time like no consideration to this poor cat going through heat then labor then heat then labor then heat then....?!?! I bet they decided to ask me to take her once they noticed she was starting to look pregnant again probably thought "ugh let's just dump this responsibility on someone else"

So I take momo in, seperate her from the other 2 cats, and get an appointment at the vet....AGAINNNNNN. the owner is still contacting me and OFFERS to pay for it. I ask about momo's history like has she ever been vaccinated (no) so she needs to be spayed and vaccinated, and before that tested for anything that can be transmitted to Zoë and Chloe like FIV (since she was outside gone for days at a time....unfixed and not vaccinated) and dewormed as a precaution. All of this will mean anesthesia and fluids and antibiotics and pain meds which I'm not surprised by, I just had two years worth of that with lily before I lost her last year by now im a pro at giving cats medicine.

Well.....the cost was more than the owner expected because it's an extra charge for spaying pregnant cats and she needed additional stuff. I told the owner about the additional stuff before too and she just said okay let me know what your zelle is. I kid you not, yesterday we got it all done and I paid then zelled the owner and the owner was like "this is too much" I explained each thing in detail, I showed the receipt, I even tried compromising that she pay for just the spay and not the other stuff. No reply. The owner just peaced out, probably ghosted me.

The thing is she offered to pay and every treatment we had to do was a result of their negligence, how could you never take your cat to the vet then give the cat to someone else and put all that on a new owner? Even the shelter where we got the kittens gave us a discount on the spay, and a free vet check up and food and toys to help us get started. The vet I took momo listened to my story and felt Bad so they gave us a discount like almost $200 off. I took lily to the vet enough to know what they charged us was actually not that bad (for everything the total was $549 i put $100 down when I dropped her off and paid $449 when i picked her up). To top it off, way back when I found the owners the first time I found out they had another cat, who I dont like because it ruined our screen door trying to break in and attack lily.

Because of how they treat their cats, their cats have so far 1) damaged my property 2) costs me hundreds in vet bills taking care of what they didnt 3) let loose who knows how many kittens momo and the other cat had. And that's just at my house. My lawyer friend was even telling me to call the c*ps and force the owners to pay for the screen and the vet bills but I hate the pigs and know they won't do anything and even if they did i still dont want to escalate it by bringing in Meanies With Guns into my neighborhood...so my parents agreed and told me to just forget about the owners.

I had all these plans for my birthday week but now I'm taking care of momo and two kittens it's very stressful and tbh I'm overwhelmed as fuck. All this accumulated yesterday after the vet with momo I just had a breakdown. Why does everyone treat me like shit when I try to be nice and do the right thing? My friend ditching me for her other friend, then that friend totally bulldozing me when the three of us were looking for apartments, all my friends cancelling on me for my birthday saying "something came up" when I told them over a month in advance, momo's ex owners walking all over me and genuinely being so oblivious to how awful they are to their cats. This is my villain orgin story.

#personal #long post #cw mental breakdown #life update #kinda hate everyone but cats...cats only friends i have #also i cant find the thing that put the post away under a line im sorry just putting it all out there

[gamebird]

Rambling ahoy.

I went to work yesterday, but they sent me back home due to me having COVID. I thought I'd be fine because I was 6 days out from onset of symptoms and felt okay. I hadn't tested until we got back home from vacation Saturday night, for a lot of reasons but mainly 1) I thought it was a cold and 2) on the off chance it a) was COVID or more likely b) we'd picked up COVID somewhere during the vacation and were asymptomatic; I didn't want to be trapped in a foreign country in quarantine or whatever. Plus the complication of 3) I didn't speak the language of the countries I was in and 4) was having a lot of trouble making phone calls with the e-SIM program I'd bought. So if we did end up stranded, my ability to communicate with health care providers, my work, my daughter's school, etc. was compromised. Anyway, I tested when we got back /just in case/ and whelp, we were positive.

I thought I was over it yesterday, but then in the afternoon I crashed, was tired all day, slept 9 hours last night, woke up tired, am still tired. But I've drank a little caffeine and that seems to be perking me up. Not that this is super helpful, because most of my actual work requires me to know what I'm doing, which requires learning it from the people I'm now isolated from.

Speaking of which, HR was clear that I was 'working from home'. And then my boss, who I spoke to yesterday, was equally clear that I should take it easy, rest up, and come back to work on Thursday ready to hit the ground running. I'm uneasy about these mixed signals. I'm supposedly being paid ... and I'd be happier working but all I can do from here is call a few suppliers about late deliveries (which I did yesterday and will shortly repeat). And stare at some spreadsheets that I don't have the context to do anything about.

I'm also suffering from the usual conundrum that when I'm sick, my brain doesn't work well enough to write (or usually, read much) and so my primary leisure activity is hard to do. I vaguely want to watch Yellowstone, but I don't think I'm up to following anything with a plot for the same reason.

In the course of scrolling FB, I ran across a post where someone was asking for a kitten for her 'girls' because she'd lost the one they had. I have no problem with people owning cats. I also have a very low bar for animal treatment. Anyone who knows what 'gamebird' means in terms of my alias should know that. But WTF, woman? She wants a 'kitten' that is free. Absolutely free. Won't go to the shelter because they charge a small fee and provide an animal that's spayed/neutered and vaccinated. She doesn't want to pay that. I'm not saying 'I think she doesn't want to pay for that', I mean she's explicitly posting she doesn't want to pay anything, no matter what she's getting, even if what she's getting is bog standard, required care for baseline quality of life of the pet. It really, really sounds like she wants a disposable pet with no vet care whatsoever. Given her last 'kitten' was 'lost', I ... I mean? Fuck, lady. I used to fight chickens for a living and I wouldn't inflict you on some poor cat. I'd be happier if she was asking for kittens to feed to her snake (which I've seen posts about that before and that's marginally fine with me because a feed animal is not going to have a life of deteriorating health and slow misery before dying; on the other hand, I'm suspicious of anyone willing to feed their snake rando pet animals they got for free off FB, instead of purpose-bred feed animals bought from someone with standards; I feel sorry for the snake in this situation, not the cat).

Anyway, I said nothing about this on FB but it bothered me.

Okay, this is what happens to me when I have caffeine.

Speaking of which, I'm curious if it will effect me differently now than when I had ovaries. Back then, it gave me panic attacks and anxiety.

I started back on this stuff accidentally by getting coffee flavored gelato in Italy two weeks ago, thinking my boyfriend (who loves coffee-flavored ice cream) should share it with me. He did not, so I ate it all myself and was wiredly awake for a very long time. I think it was 36 hours from time of waking to time of sleeping. Hard to tell exactly because we crossed like 8 time zones. So either 28 hours or 44. Which is why I drank some this morning. I figured it could kick COVID's ass and it's doing okay, but my logic center isn't working right and I can't string more than two or three things together in sequence. After all, I'm here on Tumblr instead of doing my work.

Speaking of which, I'm off to bung up some work!

#mundane

[never-grow-up-neverland]

Today was a hard day. I don’t normally admit that, but today I will. It was an exceptionally hard day.

The summer going into 2010 I got my cat as a bribe from my narcissistic and abusive mom to continue living with them and go to school, despite being kicked out a few days prior. Taking that bribe was the best thing that happened to me. She was my emotional support animal, always cuddling, making bread, and giving lots of kisses especially on the hard days.

I remember holding her and crying after my mom and I got into a very ugly argument on my graduation day. I remember holding her hysterically after she got front declawed and spayed so we could move in with my grandparents and apologizing to her for putting her through so much pain. I remember listening to her sing in my now husbands car driving to his parents to move in with her. I remember my husband getting a speeding ticket that same weekend because he “thought the cat was stuck” and we were so nervous. I remember moving her back into my parents until we were able to finally get a place of our own. I remember when we finally bought our first house, she got stuck on fly tape stuck on the ceiling and I was so nervous that she was hurt. I remember her curling up to my very pregnant belly with my oldest and unconditionally loving her as a newborn. She did the same with my youngest, sleeping in her bed after we moved out of state.

Within the past few months, she started not acting like herself. Snapping at the kids, hiding, not eating, and most recently hyperventilating after a bath. I noticed a large wound on her stomach and was finally able to get her a vet appointment this morning. I found out she had cancer that has not only spread all over her stomach, but was also in her lungs. My kids gave her one last hug and pet and told me that they miss her and questioned why she wasn’t coming home with us. My oldest has went up to me like 7 or 8 times since being home telling me she misses the cat and she’s happy she’s with the angels but we’ll see her again soon. And then she tells me that she didn’t tell her goodbye.

Today’s been a heartbreaking and difficult day.

Rest In Peace, Snickers. We love you so much.

June 2010-January 28th, 2022.

#personal #personal rant #i miss my cat

[dirtyoatmeall]

Burnout (Pro!Bakugo x Vet!Reader)

A/N: another sefl indulgent fic, I;ve been having a hard time at work and felt really burnt out today so I wrote this to mke me feel better, not sure how it turned out. I hope you like this.

Pairing: Bakugo x reader- married, female pronouns used for reader I believe.

Word count:~1.5k

Warnings: Cursing

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You sigh as you glance at the clock, it was close to 8pm, almost 2 hours since the clinic closed. You reviewed your chart again, trying to remember if there was anything else you noted during the exam. You released the chart and moved the follow up task to the assistants. You took note of how many charts you had left, and switched to look at your tasks. You had been trying to keep up with them, but an emergency had come in and you ended up working through your lunch, a time you usually used to call owners back between bites of your food. You turned to look at your coworker, the closing assistant who instead of leaving when they finished closing, had instead elected to sit in the other office chair, scrolling through her phone.

“Y’know you don’t have to stay, I’m probably gonna be here awhile.” You tried not to sound so exhausted when you spoke, but it was obvious from the look on your face. She just smiled and shook her head, “You know I don’t have anything to do, and this isn’t the best area, I don’t like leaving you by yourself here.” You smiled and nodded once, turning back to your charts, occasionally making small talk about the appointments through-out the day.

It was a tough day. You were the only doctor working, you knew you were going to be short-staffed looking at the schedule but someone ended up calling out, so everyone was always running around, not having a moment of rest. It seemed like the phones were always ringing and every owner had about 50 million questions. Your spay ran long, and you just couldn’t seem to catch your breath. You preformed 3 euthanasia as well. You had cried in the bathroom after each one, as well as after a client yelled at you for 10 minutes on the phone, over prices you didn’t set and circumstances you didn’t have control over. You still tried to maintain the fun atmosphere in the back, trying to keep morale up, you couldn’t tell if it worked.

After another 45 minutes, you closed out your desktop, packing up your bag as your coworker does the same. The two of you leave together and you exchange farewells as you get in your car. You gripped the steering wheel, as you sat in the dark and leaned forward so your forehead rested against the top of the steering wheel. You cried for another 15 minutes before sitting up and taking a deep breath, wiping the tears from your cheeks. You turn on your car and put on some music before pulling out of the clinic parking lot.

It took you only about 20 minutes to get home, checking yourself in the mirror before getting out of the car, making sure you didn’t look like an absolute mess. You had completely forgotten to text your husband you would be late, it wasn’t the first time you had, and most likely wouldn’t be the last.  Your shoulders sag as you approach the door, all you wanted was to curl up with your husband and sleep for the next 50 years. You open the door quietly, incase Katsuki was already asleep, and toed off your shoes, dropping your bag unceremoniously on the couch on the way to the kitchen.

You had thought Katuski had just left the light on for you, but you were surprised to find your husband sitting at the dining table, scrolling through his phone, looking up when you enter. “Oh,” you say, pausing in the doorway before walking up to him, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.” He simply stood up to meet you, wrapping his arms your waist and leaning down to place a quick kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and pretty much collapse against him, resting your face in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth your husband provides. “What kind of asshole doesn’t wait up for his wife?” He says gruffly, actions betraying his tone as he softly rubs your back. “Hard day?” He asks quietly, like he already knows the answer. You nod against his neck and softly curse as you feel hot tears well up. You had thought you had cried everything out earlier, but apparently not.

Katsuki stiffens for half a second, not expecting waterworks as he gently cups the side of your face, bringing you to look at him. You take in his features, the hard lines of his nose, the various scars and freckles that adorn his face, and his crimson eyes, that soften whenever they meet yours, which now held worry in them. This wasn’t the first time you had cried after work, but it usually was out of frustration after going over complicated cases, nothing this bad this unprompted had happened before. You hiccup through the sobs, closing your eyes briefly as he wipes at your tears. His other hand came to cup your other cheek, and your hands grip his wrists loosely. “What happened?” He says gently, before kissing your forehead and leading you toward the bedroom.

You mull over the day, sniffling as you changed from your scrubs into a pair of sleep shorts and one of Katsuki’s shirts. While you changed and began recounting the day, your husband was getting the bed ready, climbing in and opening his arms to you as you clambered after him, curling into his side, sobs growing heavier as you went over the argument you had. “I-I can’t even count how many times I was told I don’t know what I’m doing, that I’m bad at my job, and-“ You grip his shirt tightly in your fist as you take a deep breath. Katsuki didn’t say a word, and you looked up to meet his eyes through your tears. “And what if- what if they’re right?” You lip wobbles as you look away from him for a second before meeting is eyes again, slightly worried at his response. His forehead furrows for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

“Fuck them.” He says simply, and you blink once before snorting and resting your head on his chest. “I’m serious, you went to school for 8 fucking years, working your ass off for this degree just for some extra to tell you that you don’t know what you’re talking about because he didn’t want to fucking pay for it? Nah, that’s not gonna fly. Did you tell your hospital manager?” He questioned and you nodded. “Yeah, one of the girls told her about it while I was crying in the bathroom.” He sighs at your admission, “You cried at work?” You laughed bitterly as you thought of just how much you’ve cried today. “Yeah this is like the 5th time today.” He held you a bit tighter, kissing the crown of your head. “ You need to take a break. You’ve been working non-stop while what’s-her-face is on maternity leave. You’re getting burnt out. I hate watching you destroy yourself like this. You keep giving and giving, soon enough there’s not going to be anymore of you to give.”

You nod at his words, you know they’re true, you’ve been working 10 hour shifts, many of them without a lunch break, way too often lately. You know the statistics, you had mandatory mental health classes in grad school to help you develop coping mechanism and ways to prevent burnout, but it never quite translated properly into the workforce. They always stressed time off, but doctor schedules were made months in advance, and it’s hard to know exactly when you’re going to be feeling this way. “I’ve got a week off coming up soon, if you can get it off too maybe we can go somewhere.” You husband smiles into your hair, squeezing your hip. “I’m one of the top heroes, of course I can get it off. We can go to that seaside town you love so fucking much, maybe we can finally fuck on the beach this time.” You snort, rolling your eyes at his words.

You shift, sitting up slightly, face to face with Katsuki, who had one of his signature smirks on his face. You smile and kiss him gently, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “ I am so lucky to have you Katsuki. I love you so much.” He pulls you back for another kiss before tugging you back down to his side, getting ready to finally commit to sleep. “Of course you are, I’m a fucking catch.” You laugh again and pinch his hip and you settle into him. He retaliates by pinching your ass, kissing your hair as he exhales, listening to you soft breaths. “I love you too, brat.”

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