take good care of your pets. keep them warm and happy. feed them the right stuff. pet them and tell them how much you love them and how good they are. you are all this animal has. they love you and their life is in your hands. don’t take your pets for granted.
I just super duper cleaned out my following and now I’m only following 373 people so if you blog any of these things, reblog so I can find new people to follow!
Every time I see people say “kill it with fire” to reptiles, arachnids, centipedes…it makes my hackles go up.
Look. I realize you may not like spiders or certain species of reptiles, you may not understand why people like myself love them, but you know, I could easily start posting “kill it with fire” on pictures of your beloved pets. I COULD but /I DON’T/. Because that’s being an asshole and I appreciate the fact that certain people like certain kinds of pets. To each.
I love my unique pets just as much as you love your own pets. So, fucking knock it off.
Christmas for pets is so much more fun than humans exhibit A: when u buy presents for people there’s all the stress of picking the perfect thing and spending a certain amount of money so u don’t look cheap & presenting it properly & awkwardly watching them open it while continually muttering “I have the receipt…if u don’t like it…” but w/ my rats I know that I can give them a half-empty box of tissues and some banana mash and they’ll just be like “OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE OH MAN OH MAN OH M”
You drive to In n Out for lunch and order a double double with animal style fries. But what does the animal style mean. Why are there animals?
You get stuck in traffic on your way to work. You never get to work. You stay on the 101 forever.
You turn on the sink to fill your cup with water but nothing comes out. The Arrowhead water bottles in your fridge are completely empty. Nothing exists in your pool except your pool cleaner, driving in circles around the dust. The drought has finally hit.
Someone posts on Facebook, “going to Cali for spring break!” They never leave their home state. No one calls California “Cali”
The fires are never ending. The exist forever in the hills, burning away the dead brush that is always growing back.
Your neighbor is walking their dog down the street. But is it really a dog? It is very small with white fur and red eyes. It might be a rat.
You eat fish for dinner on your back porch. A seagull lands on a tree a few feet away and stares at you, unmoving, until you have almost finished your dinner. That’s when it attacks.