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ATTENTION!!!!!! SUPER IMPORTANT PSA!! TODAY IS THE BIG DAY!!!!!!

CLEAR THE SHELTERS DAY IS HAPPENING TODAY! ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN!
AUGUST 19 2017 is National Clear The Shelters Day!
You can adopt a new forever family member for a reduced fee or even FREE!!!!!!
Please check your local shelter for their participation, also please please please discuss adopting a pet with the whole family!
More details to follow but please reblog and post everywhere!
Let’s adopt to save lives!!!!!

MORE INFO- cleartheshelters.com Please remember Shelters operate on a very small budget, so if you are at a shelter today, please consider making a donation if possible, even if you don’t end up adopting a new friend.

“People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) is an organization that publicly claims to represent the best interest of animals – indeed their “ethical treatment.” Yet approximately 2,000 animals pass through PETA’s front door every year and very few make it out alive. The vast majority – 96 percent in 2011 – exit the facility out the back door after they have been killed, when Pet Cremation Services of Tidewater stops by on their regular visits to pick up their remains. Between these visits, the bodies are stored in the giant walk-in freezer PETA installed for this very purpose. It is a freezer that cost $9,370 and, like the company which incinerates the bodies of PETA’s victims, was paid for with the donations of animal lovers who could never have imagined that the money they donated to help animals would be used to end their lives instead. In fact, in the last 11 years, PETA has killed 29,426 dogs, cats, rabbits, and other domestic animals.”

“A supermarket dumpster full of garbage bags. When police officers looked inside, they found the bodies of dead animals – animals killed by PETA. PETA described these animals as “adorable” and “perfect.” A veterinarian who naively gave PETA some of the animals, thinking they would find them homes, and examined the dead bodies of others, testified that they were “healthy” and “adoptable."”

“The PETA field killing kit found by police in the back of the PETA death van in Ahsokie, North Carolina.”

“An Ahsokie Police Detective dressed in a hazmat suit prepares to bury a puppy killed by PETA. This puppy and dozens of other animals including cats and kittens were found by police throughout June of 2005 after PETA employees dumped them in a garbage bin in North Carolina.’”

“Puppies killed by PETA in the back of a van – a donor-funded slaughterhouse on wheels. Despite $35,000,000 in annual revenues and millions of "animal-loving” members, PETA does not even try to find them homes. PETA has no adoption hours, does no adoption promotion, has no adoption floor, but is registered with the State of Virginia as a “humane society” or “animal shelter."”

“Not only does PETA kill animals, they also defend the killing of animals by others. This is a dying kitten in a Houston shelter after staff "lost” the kitten. When he was found, he was near death. His last hours were ones of suffering.”

“A puppy dying of parvovirus in the Houston shelter is not given anything soft to lie on as she urinates all over herself. Here she sits, unable to keep her head up, alone in a cold, barren stainless steel cage without receiving necessary veterinary care. Other shelters have a better than 90% rate of saving dogs with parvovirus.”

“The PETA solution: dead “feral” cats in a Florida shelter. PETA successfully defeated SB 1320, a law that would have clarified that nonlethal programs to neuter and release feral cats, rather than killing them, are legal in Florida. As shelters and health departments nationwide embrace trap-neuter-release programs, PETA remains a stalwart opponent of this humane alternative to killing, arguing that healthy feral cats should continue to be killed, even urging their supporters to take them to shelters or veterinarians to do so. The PETA website states that, “the most compassionate choice is to euthanize feral cats. You can ask your veterinarian to do this or, if your local shelter uses an injection of sodium pentobarbital, take the cats there.” This shelter used “an injection of sodium pentobarbital,” killing the cats in front of other cats, catch-poling the cats as they tried to flee while they urinated and defecated all over the kennel in fear. That is how terrified feral cats behave in shelters. Apparently to PETA, this is as it should be.”

“A cat in the King County, Washington shelter begs for food and water. Cats in the infirmary were not fed or given water over a three-day holiday weekend and both their food bowls and water bowls are empty. Although staff was assigned to the shelter, supervisors and staff chose to socialize instead. I was hired by the King County Council to assess the shelter. My advice: Hire supervisors who are not part of the same union so as to eliminate conflicts of interest; all staff should be given a checklist of assigned duties; and supervisors should double check that those duties have been done. In a letter to the King County Council, PETA told officials not to listen to me because I was “radical.” Read the full article Written By: Nathan J. Winograd (Huffington Post, Director, No Kill Advocacy Center): http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nathan-j-winograd/peta-kills-puppies-kittens_b_2979220.html”

(via Repost for Awareness - F*ck PETA)

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@gallusrostromegalus
Please enjoy some pictures of my new medical foster kitten. He’s a completely tailess manx and he’s mine because first foster mom wasn’t good at making him pee, and then his bladder got too big for him to be able to pee.
He’s 10 days old, eyes aren’t open yet and i have named him Avocado.

For anyone wondering, Ginger and Rutabaga are fine but were given to a new foster so I could take this little guy.

Say hello to Mr. Red! This cutie came to Four Peaks Animal Rescue in Scottsdale, Arizona, with his 6 other siblings and has really grown into a handsome little boy.
Mr. Red loves to play in his kitty tunnel and snuggle with people. He
would do best in an active home where he can get plenty of love and
attention. If you are interested in Mr. Red, give them a call at 480-471-3520!

PS, Even kittens need reblogs! Go for it!

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Evie and Ichabod.

Ichabod doesn’t try to suckle and nurse on anything else in the house - just the dogs. He has taken to Evie especially. I’m pretty sure we’re not his foster moms anymore; Evie is! She often falls asleep to him suckling on her chest, haha.

I wonder if she’s going to miss her new baby when he finally does get adopted.

The Tenth Floor pt11

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10


The trash can in the break room was full. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but there was only one janitor authorized to take out the trash from the Tenth Floor, and she was out sick. 

“Why don’t you take out the trash, Hoseok?” Jimin said, pointing to the can.

“And I would do that because…?” Hoseok shorted. “Do it yourself.”

“Jimin can’t take out the trash because he’s trash.” Jungkook offered unhelpfully. Why he was getting himself involved you had no idea. He had asked to see you, but the only place you could really talk was in the break room, which happened to be rather full at the moment. 

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Jimin retorted. “And if anyone is trash, isn’t it you?” 

“Why are we calling people trash?” Taehyung walked in, looking around curiously. 

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered. “What did you want to talk to me about, Jungkook?” 

The doctor finally focused his attention on you, frowning slightly. “Here isn’t the best place.”

“Sorry, since when do the two of you get along?” Jimin cut in suddenly. “Last I checked, you,” He pointed in your direction. “Hated him.”

“We don’t get along.” You snapped. 

“Did anyone else notice that the trash can is full?” Taehyung asked, apparently unaware of the rest of the conversation. 

“No, we had no clue at all, and if it wasn’t for you stating the obvious, we would have gone on putting more and more trash in it, never realizing the truth. The world owes you thanks.” Jungkook shot back sarcastically.

Taehyung blinked in surprise. “That was a little harsh, don’t you think?” 

“No, I don’t.” Jungkook shrugged. 

“Oh for god’s sake.” You muttered, standing from the table you had been sitting at with Jungkook and walking to the trash can. Without another word, you took the trash bag from the can and tied it. 

“What are you doing?” Taehyung asked in bewilderment.

“What does it look like she’s doing?” Hoseok laughed. “She’s taking out the trash so she has an excuse to get out of this room.” Hoseok was exactly right, but you decided not to tell him this fact as you stalked from the room, trash bag in hand. 

There weren’t any trashshoots in the building, so you had to take the elevator to the ground floor. This was fine with you; the longer you were away from your co-workers, the better. 

You wondered if there had always been so much tension on the tenth floor, or if that somehow had something to do with you. But that was impossible, right? Surely you couldn’t do that much damage by simply working there. 

You got several odd looks as you made your way to the ground floor, and then out a back door that you knew utility workers used, but at that point you weren’t particularly bothered. You had started to accept the fact that you would likely never quite fit in at the company anyway, so it didn’t really matter if people thought you were weird.

Once outside, you found yourself in a side ally between the two buildings, with a large dumpster against the wall of the one you just walked out of. You were about to throw the bag of trash into it when you noticed the man on his hands and knees in front of it, aparently trying to reach something under the dumpster. 

“Y–Yoongi?” You blinked at him in surprise. He jumped, looking up at you with eyes wide. An unlit cigarette was between his lips, and his hair was out of place from crawling around on the ground. 

“I, uh… Can explain.” He said, quickly taking the cigarette from his mouth and putting it somewhere out of view.

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