âMy dogs thought I was still in the front yardâ
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âMy dogs thought I was still in the front yardâ
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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that Iâve 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 âabsolutely notâ. 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 ânopeâ 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 âdifferentâ animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a âdifferentâ 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.
Donât 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 thatâs missing an eye and see what heâs 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 parentsâ 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 wouldnât let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didnât have a place for her. I wasnât living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasnât 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 Iâd 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 of 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: âThat one. I need that cat.â
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, whoâd had her for six months on top of the time Iâd been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3â cube for over a YEAR because she was older and âless adoptable.â
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 âCat TVâ. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her âI told you I would come back for you when I had a place. Itâs not much, but itâs yours too now.â
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. Sheâs amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if youâre thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider âless adoptable,â think about Lenore.
Dangit Iâm crying
Crying, too! I donât care if this is off-topic; itâs too important not to share.
As a humane society volunteer I cannot scroll past this. Please, adopt our older animals!
I feel like a broken cat at the shelter every day.
Please share.
I had my deaf cat for 18 years and i donât know if iâll ever meet such a gentle cat again.
A few years ago I was paid $10K to illustrate a picture book, and it took 6 months.
AI is fucking killing the market. And its "illustrations" are shit.
So I did the maths and. $150 over 2-3 days - let's say 2.5 days and assume a 7.5 hour working day (i.e. 8 hours with a lunch break). That works out to roughly $8 an hour. I don't know what the minimum wage is in the US but I converted that to GBP and it's less than two-thirds of minimum wage in the UK.
It's also less than $3 per illustration. And about 20 minutes per illustration. Speaking as someone who does some art in its free time, if you ask me to make you something in 20 minutes for $3 all you're getting is stick figures and my spit in your eyes
one way to read this is "this man has no idea what he is saying"
another to read this is "this man is terminally online and has excellent comedic timing"
I beliece he is perfectly aware of the things he is saying. XD
I wanna go. Where is this museum?
i think the important thing to understand is that sexual violence is an extension of violence, not sex
@sapphling is right as always
at all points I was ready for him to start eating the stands
This was disturbingly normal for him
the queen of Oz is a trans lesbian and sheâs dating Dorothy
reminder that Ozma and Dorothy were Special Good Bedroom Friends
You mean she was a⌠friend of Dorothy?
this illustration from The Road To Oz has already shown up in the notes but i dug out my copy to take this photo and i feel like i have to share that yes this is in a physical book i owned and read as a child:
(dorothy left, ozma right)
Apparently, sheâs also a socialist queen
Your local disaster human Clint Barton
Intergalacticju requested Hawkeye and Pizza Dog, so hereâs some âI slept on your head because I love youâ dog snuggles.Â
messy messy
itâs been so long. .. is anybody out there ..
he got a birds eye view
im sick of signing in to things
theres bikes around the city you can rent but you have to use an app that needs your drivers license. theres buses that drive right to your destination, but if you dont have change you need the app. you can wash your car here if you sign into the app. you can go to the bathroom here you just have to unlock it with the app that needs your location on. you can order at this restaurant if you scan the code and download the app. im losing my freaking mind
I got my phone and wallet stolen once and the amount of things I couldnât fucking do without The App was bonkers. I couldnât order an Uber or the bus home because no phone or wallet, so I had to walk home based on directions written on a sticky note. I couldnât do my laundry even though I had change in my apartment because my buildingâs laundry machines required The App. I couldnât log into my school email because my schoolâs email requires two factor authentication and will ONLY take a phone number, not another email address. I had a hard as fuck time getting new cards set up with my bank because in order to do that I needed to log into The App. I couldnât get any packages that were delivered to me because my buildingâs locker system was app based. So on and so forth.
We should not have this fucking single point of failure like this.
everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you
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