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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.
When I first started working out my thoughts where “yea I want to look hot so that everyone can look at me and think dam!” Miraculously I began working out as soon as summer came around, and slowly I started shaping up and I could tell I was losing some of that horrid belly fat. As this came to happen I slowly started to feel better about myself, I started to realize that all that hard work was slowly showing progress and making me happy. I continued to work out but now for a different reason, I didn’t want to do it for the public, I wanted to do it for ME. I accepted my body and for once I looked in the mirror and I thought of myself as beautiful. I feel happy to be in my skin and I finally appreciate my body for how it is. Now I don’t say this simply because I lost an immense amount of weight (honestly I don’t even know how much weight I’ve lost I’m just going by how my clothes fit me) or because I am now “skinny” (I’m still far from being skinny haha) I post this to help every single women realize how amazing and beautiful their body’s are. Whether you’re a small or a large it doesn’t matter you ARE beautiful. If you don’t feel comfortable in your skin then change it for the better. Be confident, be proud. Don’t do it to fit society’s requirements of the word beautiful,do it for yourself and that amazing feeling when you can look in the mirror and say “dam, I’m sexy”.
You are beautiful, so why shouldn’t you feel that way?
when you found out carter’s dad was writing the book behind her back
so i met my soul mate tonight
This is the greatest chat moment ever.
Get this to Tyler immediately
I love this!! I love this so much!! Get this to Tyler!!TYLERRRRRRRRRRRR
BÆ DON’T YOU DARRREEE IGNORE US
What and how?!
did he just slow down mid air?
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All I can think of when I look at the last one is
GUYS I JUST REALIZED WHY PAPER BEATS ROCK OH MY GOD
PAPER SYMBOLIZES WORDS WHICH SYMBOLIZES BRAINS
AND ROCK SYMBOLIZES BRAWN.
BRAINS OVER BRAWN.
MIND OVER MATTER.
PAPER OVER ROCK.
You clever little shit.
then what the fuck does scissors mean
Person: “What type of music do you listen to?”