#meowsters

[secret-horror]

Welp! Stayed up a little too late to make this, and my hand hurts from lack of drawing, but I’m really glad how well this came out! I have been following a really amazing blog that does Obey me fanart. And one of their side blogs made a female version of the cast. Which I love them all, but one really stood out to me because If i were to have a style of clothes it would be this. And Lucifer is a pretty fun character to draw! Um, thank you to @boxbusiness (And their side blog @obeyme-ladiesnight ) For making such amazing works, my girlfriend had gotten me into Obey me, and she even found your blog and we absolutely love your works. I actually debated talking to you in dm but i remembered that I am a potato, and find it hard to start and hold a conversation. So I made you art instead! Because that is how my brain works.  I do hope you enjoy and thank you for giving me inspiration to make something that I can be proud of.

[allthenobodyppl]

MIDNIGHT IS MISSING *cries*. About a week ago, the three feral kitties I was feeding came into heat. It is this time that I figured out that Moo is a boy, and Ash and Midnight are girls. Ash and Midnight would come inside and then yowl, whereas Moo would try to mount either one of the girls and would get the crap beaten out of him and he runs back outside. Midnight even offered her butt to me at one point and I’m like “I’m sorry, there is nothing I can do for you...” By the way, these kitties would come inside my basement at night to eat and sleep and leave in the morning. Midnight is the one that is pictured above.

Ash stopped yowling by this point, which makes me believe she is either pregnant, or she’s finished with her heat cycle. Each time I see a boy cat try to get at her, she would flip out and beat the crap out of them, then run, so either she finally got tired out and knocked up, or she finished with the heat cycle and calmed down. Three days ago, I let the kitties out, and Midnight never came back. She always comes back every night, but she hasn’t come back. Ash still continues to come every night. I tried calling for Midnight, but she’s doesn’t come. I hope she’s okay *cries*. COME BACK, MIDNIGHT, I LOVE YOUR LITTLE BLACK CAT FACE AND WHITE CHEST HAIR WAH. COME BAAACK, I MISS YOOOOU. Ash doesn’t actually give a shit that her friend isn’t in the house with her :P in fact I think she prefers to be by herself because then she gets to eat everything in sight and everything is hers...

But I really like cute little Midnight. I hope she’s not dead or hurt. She was suffering from diarrhea the past week she was coming in. Both she and Ash had diarrhea because of the garbage my parents fed them. I cured Ash by giving her a spoon of yogurt every night, but Midnight refuses to eat it, no matter how I tried to trick her into eating it. I mixed it with cat food, and she wouldn’t eat it. I mixed it into the water supply, and she wouldn’t drink it. I put dry food on top of it and she very carefully pick out the dry food and leave behind the yogurt. There was nothing I could do to make Midnight eat the damn yogurt, so she continued to have diarrhea and it would get all over the place omfg. All of over the litter box, all over the floor, all over her bedding, she couldn’t hold it in. I felt so bad, I wanted to take her to the vet, but she kept running around in circles when I tried to get her into a makeshift cardboard carrier.

Other than the diarrhea, she was very active. She ran around, she played with Ash, she ate well, she drank water, she played with the balls I tossed at her, she chased the dry food I tossed at her, she was super well and active, so I don’t think her heath was in danger. I read online to try giving her fiber, so I bought benefiber, but she never returned to get a dose of it. I hope she’s just in heat and is running around with boys, or she got captured by the trap-neuter-return people to be neutered and returned back to my neighborhood. I miss her little face *cries* and I worry about her. I hope she’s not dead *sobs*.

[allthenobodyppl]

The cats finally got better...and then my parents re-poisoned them.

Pertaining to this post: http://allthenobodyppl.tumblr.com/post/156953767716/so-its-finally-happened-my-parents-poisoned-the

After days of diarrhea, getting liquid poop all over the  box and floor and days of me cleaning, bleaching, and disinfecting, they cats finally got better and their poop was a nice consistency for two days....then parents re-poisoned the cats with leftover human food again (freakin BBQ ribs omfg). There are liquid poop all over the floor and box, ONCE AGAIN. And the parents refuse to clean it up, saying they can’t bend over because they are old and they will get a stroke, so I have to clean up the mess alone AGAIN. It takes me at least two hours every single day the cats are sick to clean and disinfect the basement, with no help whatsoever. The uncle won’t help because he said it’s my parents’ fault. My parents won’t help because they say it’s not their fault and they cannot bend over due to maybe stroke.

I would get pissed and tell them to freakin stop feeding the cats garbage, and then the parents would say “We don’t like your tone, that’s bad, you stop talking to us like that! A little bit of ‘the good stuff’ won’t make them sick, are you stupid? How did we raise such a stupid daughter? It’s whatever they ate outside before coming in! We just had a snow storm, there is salt all over the street, they must have licked/eaten a lot of salt and then come in already sick! Use your head! You can’t live life being so damn STUPID, always blaming your parents for everything, you need to grow up! We CARE about you, AND your damn cats! Those cats live a good life here coming in every night for shelter and food! And then you blame us for whatever shit they eat outside?! You are ungrateful, stupid, and CRAZY!”

What’s worse is that they aren’t just lying to me, they are lying to themselves and they truly believe they aren’t slowly killing the cats. I mean, yes, it’s true that the cats might have eaten something outside, BUT, it’s very unlikely because there is a feeding station here for these cats with cat food and water always out, and another neighbor would feed these cats wet food when she sees them. ALSO, these cats would get sick THE VERY NIGHT the parents feed them garbage. Coincidence? Doubtful. I’m 99.9% sure the parents did it.

Why can’t my parents listen? Why don’t they listen to me? I got a few people giving me some advice (by the way, thank you for the advice, sorry I didn’t respond to you guys) and telling me to find them articles and books and give it to the parents about what is poisonous to cats, and the parents ignored them all. Won’t even touch it, won’t even look at it. They just tell me to fuck off, leave them alone, and that I am being crazy. Why do parents never listen to their kids? Just because they are older and raised us doesn’t make them always smarter and always right. With the advancement in technology and (in my case) a better education, you would think they might give me the time of day and actually listen once in a damn while.

[allthenobodyppl]

So it’s finally happened. My parents poisoned the cats. For those that have been following along, I’ve been feeding three feral cats. One is Moo, a black and white cat, that isn’t pictured here. I locked him in the basement for one night and he freaked out, then he refused to come back inside...but he will still wait outside and meow until I give him some food outside to eat. The black cat in the picture is named Midnight, and the gray and white is named Ash. I even have a new tag, called meowsters, to keep record of my journey on taking care of the neighborhood feral cats.

Anyway, Ash and Midnight both enjoys coming into my basement at night to eat, sleep, and play, and then leave in the morning. Well, Ash will follow me and leave in the morning, whereas Midnight sometimes will demand food and playtime before finally leaving. My parents had been feeding these cats toxic food despite me telling them to stop. I even resorted to yelling and begging, and they just called me stupid and told me to fuck off. I’ve been throwing the food out when I spot them, but I’m not always around the keep an eye on the cats or my parents. When I’m not around, the parents would treat the cats as if they are garbage cans and feed them leftover crap that they don’t want to eat anymore.

I caught my parents feeding these cats week old takeout garlic beef, pork, etc. These are full of salt, fat, and toxic stuff that humans can eat, but cats cannot, like garlic, onions, scallions, etc. I threw it out immediately, but it’s too late, the cats already ate most of it. Now one one them keeps having diarrhea and it’s been a few days. It’s all over the box and floor. At first, I made my dad clean it up, because it’s his (and my mom’s) fault that these cats are sick. Now, he refuses to clean it up, because my mom put it into his head that he will get a stroke if he keeps bending over or crouching and he gives me a wide-eye look of shock and fear as he goes “YOU WANT ME TO LEAN OVER? YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A STROKE?” and basically guilt me. But then he and my mom will still wait till I am not around to feed the cats toxic food again. And these cats don’t know any better, they don’t know they are being poisoned, and they continue to eat. I told my parents to stop feeding the cats junk, and the parents start yelling and screaming defensively that they aren’t feeding them anything. They lie through their teeth when I just saw them feeding them crap and I threw it out. They claim it’s cat food, as if I am stupid and can’t tell the difference between a can of cat food and a pile of takeout Chinese food.

They think they are treating the cats well and giving them good stuff to eat, they think it’s more nutritious, but they are really just slowly poisoning them. My mom keeps yelling about how she took care of many cats in her life and she knows more than me (she literally killed many cats in her life from her misguided love of giving them all the toxic stuff possible that humans can eat, but cats can’t. She thinks it’s normal for a cat to live only 3 to 5 years and then die). I don’t know what to do. It’s still too cold out there to let the cats hang around outside and I love these cats, I want to see them safe and warm inside at night, but it might be more dangerous to let them stay with my parents lovingly poisoning them. They keep lying and claiming that they must have ate something outside that made them sick, which could technically happen, but it’s a huge coincidence that the cats immediately got sick the same night the parents fed them garlic beef. They kept going on and on about how there are birds and rodents out there and the cats must have eaten one and gotten sick, but seriously, I think these cats don’t need to resort to eating rodents and birds because I have two neighbors that feed these cats. One has a feeding station and leaves bowls of dry food and water out, the other lady sees the cats sitting around her property and will give them wet food.

Then my parents suddenly started claiming it’s my fault for playing with the cats. They told me that I play with them too hard until they shit themselves. All I did was give them a ball and they bat it around for 5 mins then sit there and stare at it. The parents are placing the blame on everything and anyone besides themselves. I worry for these poor kitties :(

[allthenobodyppl]

So, for those that had been keeping up with my (very sparse) updates on my journey on taking care of three feral cats, here is an update.

Operation Lock The Cats In For The Night is a semi-success. Midnight (the black one that’s in mid-yawn, looking demonic) and Ash (the gray and white one) have gotten used to being locked in and are happily wandering the basement, sleeping, eating, and playing. Moo (the black and white one, not pictured here) was locked in three times, each time, he freaked the fuck out and hid in some hidey hole, while the other two cats ate all of his food. Now, poor Moo doesn’t come inside the house anymore, because he’s too scared (and too wild, I guess), but he will eat the food I leave outside. I’m letting these kitties stay inside for the night because it’s winter now and freezing, and I let them out in the morning. I’m sure they will survive if they are left outside, because Moo survives these past few frigid nights, and the mommy cat is wandering around, surviving too, but I like these kitties so I want them to sleep over.

Midnight and Ash are getting bolder, wandering up the stairs in search of me and my uncle (or my parents) because we’re the food-givers. My parents are being very stupid in their love for the cats though, they keep feeding them human food despite me telling them to not do that because most of those ingredients are toxic to cats. They wait till I’m too busy to yell at them to toss human foods to the cats, ugh. So far, I don’t see them getting sick, but it’s a matter of time if they continue to eat poison. Cats can’t eat garlic and onions and green onions, they are very toxic to them, but my parents keep feeding them left-over take-out beef and pork, which are full of garlic and onions. It’s also full of fat and salt, which are also very bad for cats. My parents don’t listen to me, they think I’m stupid because I never actually took care of a cat (but I have the use of google, so I know what’s up). My parents took care of cats in their youth, but seriously, they KILLED pretty much all of their cats. They said their cats would last only a few years, get sick, and die. And I’m like “THAT IS WHY THEY GET SICK AND DIE, YOU’RE POISONING THEM!” But they don’t believe me, they think I’m the idiot.

What is it with the older generation thinking the younger generation is dumber than a rock and not to be believed? We have the technology to research what we don’t know easily and we are able to gain the knowledge without needing to be taught by anyone, so why do the older generation still think we don’t know shit?

Each time there are left-over meat, I sneakily have to throw them out. I don’t want my parents thinking they are treating the cats well by feeding them “tasty” human food. The parents are like “Look at how fast they eat it! They love it! They only have a few short years of life, let’s give them more tasty food to eat before they die!” I am so appalled. The parents probably figured out that I’ve been tossing the food because they hide the left-over meat somewhere deep in the fridge where I can’t find unless I start taking everything out to look for it. These babies are also getting fat, which is not good. I mean, all that fat, salt, sugar, MSG, etc...if it’s not good for humans to eat, HOW IS IT GOOD FOR CATS TO EAT? I can’t make my parents understand, they keep saying “we took care of many cats, we know more than you!” More like they killed many cats, ugh.

These cats are still feral though, no matter how cute they are and how much they hover around, they still dart away a few steps if I get too close, and they do not tolerate petting. I tried to pet both of them, I was thanked with a hiss and a claw. Ouch. Hurts me more in my heart than my hand lol. And Ash is the Alpha. The tiniest one is the damn Alpha. When I was tossing treats to them, one of them caught it and got the treat in his mouth. Ash went over and smacked the cat in the face until he spat the treat out, then Ash went and ate it. All the other cats let Ash have first dibs on everything. Moo is twice as big as Ash and Midnight is bigger too, but they are being bullied by the tiny little shit of an Ash. Ash also wolfs down his share of any food, then goes around the room, punching the other cats in the face until they move away, and eat their food. Ash...you freakin bully. I end up resorting to feed the cats with a spoon because Ash won’t punch the cat if they are too close to me, though it might be a matter of time before Ash gets brave enough to start punching the cat as he’s eating from my spoon. I need to prepare a squirt bottle in case that happens :P

[kanonsboytoy]

[allthenobodyppl]

So, to those that had been following my journey of feeding these three feral cats, here is an update! (In case anyone forgot, Ash is the gray and white, Moo is the black and white, and Midnight is the black). I have a feeling this entire block feed the cats or something, because they are getting fat. Look at them. They’re getting chubby. When I walk around, I would occasionally see cat food bowls full of food set up in front of a few houses. Yet these babies would still come to my house once (and some times twice) a day to get their noms on. I used to see them look so skinny and pathetic and they always inhale all the foods so quickly that I thought they were starving. They would finish everything, then stare at me, begging for more, and I gave them a little more.

NOW though, they are given only one little spoon of wet food each, and I make them chase around the dry food as I chuck the tiny pellets one by one everywhere which way. Gotta make them exercise. Though these cats are still most likely overeating outside *sigh*, but I don’t want to stop feeding them, because I wanna see them, so I just give them a lot less food, and I make them play. I got toys and such for them to bat around. All of the toys I bought are tied down, though, because these cats are THIEVES. The DIY ones I made from toilet paper rolls are free for them to steal. I can’t tell you how many things these jerks stole from my house. If it’s on the floor, or if they can reach for it, or knock it down, and it’s small/light enough for them to pick up, THEY WILL TAKE IT AND RUN. Midnight tried to steal a screwdriver, but it was too heavy for him to drag out and he gave up.

I used to lock Ash in for the night and let him sleep indoors, and then let him leave in the day. This no longer works. Operation trap a cat for the night is a total failure. These cats are still skittish and likes the door opened. If you close it, they freak. They are also still fearful of me, despite many months of feeding and playing. If I stand up, they run. If I sit down, they run. If I walk towards them, they run. If I go upstairs to get my phone to take pictures of them (because I forgot to bring it with me to begin with), they run when they see me walk back down the stairs.

If you take a close look of the very first picture of Ash in the cat tunnel, you can see that he was injured! You see the oozy gooey mess on his thigh right there, and the fur came off. He’s no longer injured, he healed up all nicely and the fur grew back...so did his desire to be wild and free. He freakin CARVED A HOLE in my basement door with his claws and teeth the last time I locked him in. The door is old and partially rotten wood, so he’s able to carve the hole so quickly on the bottom ledge. It was a good thing I didn’t go to bed yet. When I came down, I saw him ripping the hole bigger and bigger and I had to quickly set him loose. Yea...he’s not gonna be staying indoors anymore, not with the hole still there. We need to get a new door and reinforce it with metal or something so that the kitties can’t carve anymore damn holes.

Anyway, I’ve taken to giving these cats nicknames. I have the three little pigs (because they inhale their food like they never seen food in their lives and they are getting fat), the three blind mice (because some times these babies aren’t able to discern where I threw the dry cat food for them to chase. They just look around all confused and I’m like “IT’S RIGHT THERE *points*”), the meowsters (like monsters, because they steal my shit and destroy my things), aaaaand...that’s all I have. Hey, if anyone else have any good nicknames for this band of hell cats, reply to the post!

[allthenobodyppl]

Operation trap the rest of the cats for the night is a fail.

So, Ash is the only cat that likes staying inside during the night to sleep and leaving in the morning. Both Moo and Midnight goes a little crazy when we close the door and lock them inside. Ash knows wassup and would just go sit on his cat pad and start dozing off after eating. Moo would pace around the room, then sit, staring at the door, and meow incessantly until we let him out. Midnight...is a total nightmare. He would start RUNNING and darting all over the place. He darted way inside the basement and hid in some little hole and I had NO IDEA where he went. I left the door opened, trying to get Midnight to come out, for a half hour, and he was stuffed way in some random spot. Finally, I went outside, found Ash asleep by the garbage can, woke Ash up and let him in. Ash managed to calm Midnight down and Midnight came running out of his hiding spot towards Ash, they butted heads, then Midnight darted out the door and into the night. I gave Ash some food and treats, then I closed the door and Ash went to sleep on his cat pad. I take it that Moo and Midnight will not be able to handle staying inside for a few hours to sleep and I should just feed them and let them go. Leaving the door open is too cold, but Moo and Midnight goes cray if it’s closed >< ah well lol. These cats manipulate the shit out of me lol.