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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

Eeee! Kitty love :3 I didn’t pick either of my two boys, they picked me!

Geek's Night Out

  • Store Clerk:

    [noticing my N7 hoodie]: Oh, nice jacket!

  • Me:

    Thanks! Screen-printed it myself.

  • Clerk:

    Really? It looked like an official one to me.

  • Me:

    Nope, did it myself in one of my art classes. I figured if I HAVE to screen-print some clothing item, might as well make it one I'll wear a lot.

  • Clerk:

    [hands me my purchases] Well, thank you for your purchase, Commander Shepard.

  • Me:

    And thank YOU... this IS my favorite store on the Citadel.

  • Clerk:

    [huge grin] Okay, that TOTALLY just made my day!

Grandpa of the Year

I work at a wholesale club as a “samples lady”. Yesterday, a guy walked by with a giant 59-piece workbench play set in his cart.

"Oh, somebody’s going to have a Merry Christmas!” I joked.

"Yeah, I already got my granddaughter a tea set," he began, "but then I saw this, and knew she needed it, too. I gotta make sure she knows how to fix stuff on her own, ya know?"

Total grandparenting win :)

So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you’ve met someone from the Internet and they’ve turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist.





my brother and my husband, so there

The best person in my life is proof that you can meet wonderful people on the Internet

multiple people in fact.

Most of my friends… hell ALL of my friends are internet friends. I have known Katt for over 13 years.

One of my fandom BFFs (who I’ve met in person once before) and I were making plans last night to try to get together around this time next year :)

(Source: possessivelaufeyson)

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