We'll be sempiternal

Nah mate






The bomb is dropped

The kittens sort of soften the blow.

this is the shittiest post ever. please unfollow me if you agree with this post also shame on OP for using cute kittens for this garbage post

not sure what it is exactly that makes this post so shitty? Because it’s promoting actual equality? instead of saying that you can call everyone else shit because you are part of an oppressed party you can say you are equal to them doesn’t exactly sound like a shitty idea to me.

BOOM. So many people on this website need to read this twice, let it sink in and then read it again.


“I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.”

– Henry Rollins  (via thatkindofwoman)









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.



We just adopted a 6-year-old cat that no one wanted.  He had to have eye surgery (still sees fine from both eyes) and looked grumpy but he’s really the most adorable, loving cat.

He wakes up and meows to find out where we are so he can come snuggle.

My cat, Nike, was adopted off the streets. She followed my mom home one day and simply walked into our house. She slept in my bed that night, under the covers, with her head sharing my pillow, because I was 8 and damned if I cared about fleas that was a kitty.

We took her to the vet and it turned out she was pregnant but too ill and thin to carry it to term, so it had to be terminated. She later got cat breast cancer and had a cat mastectomy. She also only ever had 5 nipples which was weird.

She is kind of skittish and her tail was once broken so it moves weird but she is as affectionate and cute as they come and amazing.

And now I miss her cause I am on campus and she is at home with my parents.

When I was little my dad worked at a lumber yard and a lot of stray cats roamed and lived there. One day my dad saw a kitten that the momma left on a really tall pile of wood to die. My dad brought him home and we raised him; as he got to the age where he started opening his eyes and walking we noticed he was a bit off. As he got further through kittenhood we realized he definitely had a disability. We took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a problem similar to cerebral palsy and the vet told us to put him down. We didn’t have him put down. He grew up and even with all of his disabilities he was a very happy, wonderful cat and an important part of the family. My dad is going to the vets office soon to tell them to call him if they get any kittens with that disability so he can raise them so they don’t have to be put down.

My first cat had (still has) down syndrome. He was the last kitten of the litter and the nastiest little shit but I wanted him so badly and now I live a thousand miles away from him and I miss him so goddamn much. He’s twelve now so he doesn’t have much longer……

My day started with me burning my waffles. Today isn’t going to be a good day.