My mom’s cats, they’re brothers
Field Kitten - Day 1
Flake was born under a shed on our project area. In the space of a day, she went from terrified feral baby to fearless friend of all.
It looks like her mom and littermates have vacated the area, probably due to too much human activity (sorry, kitties), and Flake was left all alone. It’s going to be OK though. We will look after each other.
Weekend reblog of Flake pics! Enjoy the cute and fuzzy!
Field Kitten - Day 2
Flake returned to the field with me on Thursday. I had hoped that there would be some sign of her family, and that they could be reunited, at least until the end of the project, but it did not happen. I guess we are stuck with each other now.
For any who are concerned about Flake’s youth and wellbeing, I have milk replacer for her, and she has a vet appointment scheduled for next week. She is learning to use a litter box and seems content with the indoor life, since it includes food and snuggles.
“This bunny was born without ears, so his owner made him some.”
I'm assuming that this is from a time machine that was stomped by a dinosaur. (I recall seeing copper-agates before, but they just had blobs of copper -- not fine filigreed circuitry)
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
would also be great to NOT alienate the people who have had a mastectomy
vampireapologist: actually when I was in 8th grade and obsessed with twilight my master plan as a...
actually when I was in 8th grade and obsessed with twilight my master plan as a twilight vampire was to sit around in famous shipwrecks like the super deep ones where they can only send robots with cameras from their submarines and when they sent one down i’d be sitting there, pretending to drink out of an old tea cup you know for the drama of it all and the guys in the submarine would know what they saw and that it was real footage but who else would believe them? no one important.
but it didn’t stop there. at the next party they threw to celebrate one of their latest finds, some museum-y banquet idk I was 13, I was going to show up. I was going to show up and make eye contact with them one at a time from across the room and they were going to lose their goddamn minds and then before the volturi could catch wind i was gonna be back in the ocean. how could they find me?
the drama. the theatrics. i can’t believe i didn’t realize i was gay right then but that’s another story, also involving vampires,
I guess that my dad gave me one of those old-fashioned hand-cranked eggbeaters to play with in the tub when I was a wee lad -- mom said that the drained tub was still piled high with foam the next morning.
This is actually A+ cat management.
“Mirroring” is a big thing with cats. It’s why they will lay in similar positions several feet apart, or will come and try to do things when you do them.
It’s a sign that they love you and want to show.
This cat wants to be close to its owner, and also wants to do what its owner is doing, to be involved in some way.
Giving them their own thing to use is a really great way to redirect them and allow them to mirror the behavior in a non-disruptive way that frustrates neither party.
This is a GOOD IDEA.
Finally - I learn the proper technique. People wont be looking at me weird next time I go out...
siniristiriita: cat: hey you gonna eat that? human: uh, that’s a rat. They’ve been showing up ever...
cat: let me sing you the song of my people
human: what have I done?
cat: hey you gonna eat that?
human: uh, that’s a rat. They’ve been showing up ever since we started harvesting grain. We don’t eat them, they eat our food.
cat: free game then. Cool.
human: be my guest.
cat: hey is this spot free? It looks warm and I need a place to have my litter.
humans: this is my house. Feel free, I guess, just don’t get stepped on.
cat: hey can you watch my kittens for me? I need to hunt and I don’t want predators finding them.
human: holy shit these buggers are cute. Nothing will happen to them.
cat: I am going to climb on your lap now and you are going to love me.
human: I’m ok with this.
A potion for making friends
Have you seen this yet
Always love that doggo...
Kitteh in an eatin' sack FTW
( ._.)./ an explanation:
The dog has an issue where his esophagus doesn’t work right; it doesn’t get food in there right because it’s all stretched out and stuff. So what dog owners (and cat owners and I guarantee you the cat ones look goofier) do is make a highchair and feed them upright so gravity can be a hero. It’s also really cute.
The disorder is called Megaesophagus.
Here is a cat with the same disorder in his eatin’ sock.
ALWAYS REBLOG THE EATIN’ SOCK
EATIN’ SOCK IM CRYING
This is how far humans will go to care for their furry friends.
I want that cookie mold
罗汉鱼核桃白瓜子公仔饼 (Luohan fish, walnut, white melon, doll cake)
oooo, there are a couple that I have never seen before.
every redpill dudebro who thinks life was better and more “traditional” in the 50s needs to be sentenced to eat 50s food for the rest of their lives
they want a happy housewife but what will happen when she serves them this
Excuse me but what the fresh hell
Do not get me started on 50s food and their obsession with fucked up jello molds and fruit
Clearly you’ve not seen the tuna and shrimp ketchup jello mold.
Consider yourself lucky.
Also, it was only better in the 50′s because women were threatened when they didn’t hold their tongues. So what these men really want is for women to shut up again. One could argue this is why the food was so bad, because women were punishing them