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With a good caregiver the answer is “indoor cats have a better quality of life,” hands down.

An outdoor cat has the benefit of entertaining themselves, they can engage in natural behaviors such as climbing, digging, hunting, and sunning. If they’re a social cat, they may enjoy the company of other neighborhood cats.

However, they would be exposed to more daily stress. Stress scurrying across the road with a car barreling down, stress from trying to keep other cats off their turf, stress from coming across native predators or dogs.

It’s also more difficult to monitor health of an outdoor cat, so although they may enjoy hunting and digging they won’t enjoy having worms. They won’t enjoy struggling to pee, or being constipated, which their owner may not pick up on because they do most of their business in the neighbors garden.

Their deaths are often less “quality” as well, the reason free-roaming cats tend to live shorter lifespans is because of trauma and illness. They may enjoy sunning themselves, but wouldn’t enjoy dragging themselves to the side of the road to die because they chose the wrong patch of asphalt. They may enjoy climbing, but wouldn’t enjoy it if a bird of prey snatches them off a branch.

Indoor cats with inadequate owners will become bored, depressed, and often destructive. If fed poorly they’re more likely to be obese or develop health issues such as renal, thyroid, or urinary problems. This is, clearly, not a good quality of life.

However this can easily be remedied by providing an enriching environment using cat shelves, crinkle tunnels, cat trees, scratching posts, etc. and engaging in daily interactive enrichment.

If the cat craves the authenticity of an outdoor experience enclosures can be purchased or made, or they can be harness trained to safely enable their desire to roam. Ways to bring authentic outdoor fun inside is providing f/t feeder chicks or rodents, letting them hunt purchased feeder insects, or providing a dig box with soil from the yard if it’s pesticide free.

It’s also easier to monitor a cats health. Cats tend to hide if they’re ill, being around them all the time gives you a better feel for their behavior and if somethings off. It’s also easier to monitor their litter use and urine / stool health, which is often an early warning sign. Being able to notice the issue sooner means less time the cat is suffering, and if it’s a serious health issue the cat then has a better chance of recovery.

The quality of death is often better, a well-cared for indoor cat is most probably going to die of age or from euthanasia.

So the quality of life for an outdoor cat may be situationally better than the quality of life of an indoor cat who has a unqualified owner, but an indoor cat with an owner who knows what they’re doing and is willing to put the time and effort into having a pet isn’t missing any of the “pros” an outdoor cat experiences but is spared the “cons” both the outdoor cat and the poorly owned indoor cat suffer.

If quality is the deciding factor for I would suggest looking through this testimony from behaviorists, veterinarians, and other experts who encourage indoor cats and reading the part of the FAQ discussing the Indoor Cats Are Depressed myth.

From the brilliant green mass downstairs that used to be a garden, freesias in many colors. Their scent is so strong that when I first set out the vase I thought it might be too strong, but I got used to it.:) 

Beautiful Dissasters

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Finn x Reader / John x Reader

Summary: Dating Fin, but after a fight, you sleep with John because of the sexual tension. (Requested by Anon)

You had grown up around the Shelby family and Finn was your best friend. You had always had a crush on his older brother John for as long as you could remember and you decided it was just something that you would always have no matter what. You fell for Finn and started dating him when you two had barely turned teenagers.

You had your fights here and there but you always came back together and toughed it out. He loved you with all his heart and made sure you knew that all the time. Every day he would bring you a hand picked flower from your neighbors garden and after a fight he would bring you little pieces of jewelry as a sort of ‘peace treaty’ as his brothers called it.

When you started dating Finn, your new best friend became John. There were somethings that you would tell John and not Finn and you would go to him for comfort after a fight. He was always there for you with open arms and good advice. You could tell he felt some way about you, and you knew it from the way he acted around you. In a hug, his hands would linger on your sides before letting you go. In a crowded room, you always caught the glances he sent you. The way his hand would grace your face when he thought you were asleep.He was so gentle with you as if he thought you were made of porcelain and would shatter under his fingertips.

You, of course, never brought this up to anyone for fear of it reaching Finn’s ears. You weren’t cheating on him, but you didn’t want him to know that his brother had a thing for you and that you had a thing for his brother. However, the more you fought with Finn, the more these things happened with John. You were always loyal to Finn no matter what happened, but sometimes it was difficult to go to John’s and ignore his subtle advances.

You could tell that tonight was one of those nights where you were going to end up staying at John’s place. The way Finn was pacing in the kitchen told you everything. You were going to end up fighting and it was not going to end on good terms. You stayed seated on the couch with your feet tucked under you and a book in your hands, trying to make it seem like you were busy to hopefully put the arguing off until either later or he forgot whatever he was upset about.

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Sharing another small piece that will be on display and for sale at a Miyazaki tribute Art show that will be on August 6-7th at the Mid-City Arthouse, LA.

Das Schloss Linderhof is a palace in Bayern (Bavaria), Southern Germany, near the famous Ettal Abbey. It’s the smallest of the 3 palaces built by King Ludwig II and the only one he lived to see completed. Ludwig knew the area from his youth when he had accompanied his father King Maximilian II on his hunting trips in the Alps. When he became king in 1864 he inherited the so-called Königshäuschen - in 1869, he began enlarging it, then decided to tear it down and rebuild it on its present-day location in the park. Although Linderhof is much smaller than Versailles, it is evident that the palace of the French Sun-King Louis XIV (who was an idol for Ludwig) was its inspiration. The symbol of the sun, which can be found everywhere in the decor represents the French notion of Absolutism that, for Ludwig, was the perfect incorporation of his ideal of a God-given monarchy with total royal power. The palace is surrounded by formal gardens that are subdivided into 5 section, decorated with allegoric sculptures of the continents, the seasons, and the elements.

Have You Ever Been in Love?

Request: hiii, I love your blog so much it’s amazing ahh! could you please write a one shot about peter being a hopeless romantic and liking you (you’re best friends) and you’re skeptical of whether love even exists and you hate clichés. he tries to flirt sometimes but he’s awkward and gets flustered easily so he slowly stops trying and you just go waiT bc day by day he’s become intertwined into your life and you need him by your side and you admit to yourself and him that you like him? angst and fluff?

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst and fluff I guess!!

Notes: thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog :) I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’ve been crashing over finals and late Christmas shopping/decorating :(


“Another daisy from your neighbor’s garden? Whatever do I do to deserve such a romantic gesture from the one and only Peter Parker, anyway?”

This had been a weekly occurrence for the past four months. Peter would bring you a daisy, your favorite flower, from his neighbor’s backyard garden. The neighbor willingly cut Peter a flower for his best friend ever since the first time he saw Peter trying to steal one instead of just asking. Peter had confided in his neighbor, Mr. Calhoun, that he had embarrassingly (and unsuccessfully) tried to confess his feelings for you. Peter had eventually discovered that his nerves would never side with him on this – there was no way he’d ever be able to verbally communicate his new-found feelings for you without passing out.

“Peter?” He shook his head, clearing his mind before looking at you. You raised your eyebrows at him, shooting him a questioning look. “Are you okay?” He simply smiled at you, nodding his head. “Okay,” you said, not entirely believing him. “Are we still on for movies at mine tonight?”

“Yes! Of course, it’s a date!” As soon as the word left his mouth he inwardly cringed, him already feeling the faint tint on his cheeks as they burned under her gaze. “I mean – I uh, I just meant,” he shook his head and avoided your gaze as he searched for any other wording. He looked up when he heard your light laugh.

“It’s a date, Parker.” And with that you walked toward your last class of the day, not noticing the lingering gaze Peter casted your way, only diverting his attention when he heard the final bell ring.


Okay, so in Peter’s defense, falling in love with you was completely inevitable. You knew everything about him, and you knew it without him even needing to tell you. His biggest secret, the secret he kept from everyone to protect them, came out of you so casually one day when you were eating lunch at your guys’ favorite pizza parlor.

“So, how often do you go out as Spider-Man? Is it a nightly thing?” He remembers how much water he needed to drink in order to calm his choking.

You were just always there for him – his hand to hold, his date to the dance (even thought he knew you could go with anyone, you always settled for him) (“Peter, I’m not settling! I wanted to come with you!” “(Y/N), stop trying to make me feel better and come dance with me.”) You were his favorite good morning and his most beautiful goodnight.

“Peter? What is up with you today?”

He found himself shaking his head again, clearing his thoughts of you like he had been trying to do all day. “What?” You frowned at him slightly. “I’m sorry – no, really, that was the last time. What were you saying?”

You sighed before shaking your head, “never mind. It’s your turn to ask me a truth or dare.”

“Oh, okay. Truth or dare?” You pretended to think before nodding your head.

“Truth!”

“Have you ever been in love?” He tried to ignore the painful beating in his chest and how clammy his hands had gotten as he waited for you to answer.

“Hm, I don’t think so. What is love anyway?”

“Whatever you want it to be, I guess.” He tried to hide his disappointment, his heartrate slowing as his heard the girl he was in love with didn’t love him back – and never had.

“No, yeah I get that. But, what does that mean? I don’t know, love has always just been some so – what’s the word? Manufactured?”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, it seems materialistic – like it was created to sell what you’re supposed to feel. Love feels marketed to me.” You shrugged and looked at him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

“No!” He answered too quickly. Your eyebrows raised as your eyes widened a bit at his loud answer. “I mean – no, I don’t think I have either. I should get home, it’s getting late.”

“But… you live right next door. and it’s only eight fifteen.” You looked at him as he hurriedly collected his things.

“I have a lot of homework to catch up on, then I’m going to go patrol for an hour or so. I’ll see you tomorrow. Night!” Before you could even finish your ‘goodnight’, he was already out the door and shutting it behind him.

Weird, that was the only word that came to your mind.


“So, want to hang out today after school?” You and Peter were standing in front of his locker the next day, you had sensed a bit of tension when you walked to school today and couldn’t help but feel it was your fault – having totally dismantled the idea of love for him.

He smiled brightly before a quick look of sadness flashed his features. “I can’t,” he looked down, kicking his feet against the dirt. “I’ve got to meet Mr. Stark at the tower. He wanted to look at my suit.”

“Again? Didn’t he just upgrade it three days ago?”

“Um – yeah, but the upgrade has some defaults. Just a few touch ups, and he doesn’t want me to get hurt. So…”

“Right, I got it. Safety first.” You smiled as he returned it. “How about tomorrow? Pizza and studying?”

“I promised Bruce I’d help him with some lab work.” He still failed to look up at you, causing you to frown – not that he’d see it.

“Oh, okay… well, you just let me know when you’re free.” The bell rang, causing him to finally look up at you. He nodded before darting his way through the halls to his first class.


This happened the following week, Peter blowing you off and you accepting it, trying not to overthink it and you were doing well at it – until the day where Peter usually gave you your flower came and he walked into school empty handed.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but this week sucked for some reason. You didn’t realize how much you relied on Peter’s company. You missed him. Everything about him. You just really fucking missed him – his laugh after you’d tell a joke only he’d like, his smile whenever he attentively listened to you talk about your favorite book, the way his hand was always warm when you’d walk home together after school, the way his hair looked after waking up from a nap at either of your houses – you really fucking missed him.

“Peter?” You hadn’t realized you walked to his locker until you saw him standing in front of it and gathering his books to take home with him. He turned to look at you, a little surprised considering he’d been avoiding you for a good week.

“(Y/N)! Hey, what’s up?” His hands began to feel sweaty already, his heart beating faster than it’s been this week – just you standing there did things to him. This was the hardest week of his life. If you didn’t believe in love, how were you ever going to love him? He distanced himself from you in a pathetic attempt in trying to get over you. But, you know what they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder. I mean, that’s a thing, right? Like, that’s a saying? His thoughts were cut off when he felt his body being slammed against the lockers next to him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you threw yourself at him – literally. His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you up a little, missing the warmth you gave him in every hug. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Peter,” you could hear your voice wavering slightly, not caring that you might cry in front of him, “I miss you, so much. I’m sorry – for whatever I did. Please forgive me.”

His grip on you tightened as he mentally scolded himself for making you feel like you both not talking was your fault. “You didn’t do anything. I was just – I was feeling,” his throat closed up as he squeezed his eyes shut, already the feeling of passing out overwhelming him as the thought of telling you he loved you crossed his mind.

“Peter, please tell me, you could tell me anything.”

“I don’t think I could tell you this.” He pulled away from you, drying your tears as your hands played with the ends of his hair, his cheeks flaring as you tugged at the ends a little bit.

But, it was weird. As Peter looked at you he saw you looking so vulnerable. Your eyes were wide and glassy, your lips were in a pout and he could have sworn that your eyes were drifting to every feature on his face and, god, he loved you – I mean, he really fucking loved you – and he couldn’t help but think I love her I love her I love her I love her until he wasn’t thinking it anymore and he just –

“I love you,” he felt you tense a little bit under his touch, “I love you and I have for the past two and a half years. I’m so sorry that this is how I’m telling you but holy shit I love you and I-.”

The next thing he felt was the rush of wind across his face as he was being pulled flush against you – your lips meeting and spreading a warmth through you that was warmer than his hands and his eyes and everything else about him, it felt safe and your mind went back to the week before when you and Peter were in your house playing truth or dare and you realized that if Peter were to ask you if you’d ever been in love, you would have honestly answered that you had been in love every moment you’d ever spent with your best friend – and, evidently, the love of your life.

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ok but brown eyes are actually so lovely?? like there are so many different shades and depths to the color brown and it’s such a huge spectrum and just the way the light reflects off ur irises is so nice for example:

and maybe u have super rich brown eyes that look like melted chocolate:

or maybe u have eyes the color of the deserts and sand dunes from the books u read when u were young:

or the same flaming orange as a sunset or the sunflowers from ur neighbor’s garden:

and maybe u have eyes that look almost yellow, like sunshine, a little burst of bright happiness on a cloudy day:

and maybe ur eyes are so dark they’re almost black, so deep that people get lost inside and write poems all about how ur eyes drank their soul down like water:

or maybe u have hazel eyes with all different colors and ur worried that makes u weird or strange-looking, but actually it just makes u that much more beautiful because ur eye color is all ur own:

in conclusion: ur eyes are so beautiful and perfect little galaxies made just for u, please appreciate them.

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