trying something different... so much effort though

anonymous asked:

Hi, have you got any enrichment ideas for disabled cats? My cat is missing one of his front legs and it inhibits him from climbing especially as it's a relatively recent amputation. We are adopting him and we have not yet brought him home so I am not sure what he likes best, looking for some recommendations most cats like until we figure out his faves I guess? Thank you so much this is an amazing blog!

I imagine your new cat will adjust to missing a leg quicker than you think, cat’s are incredibly resilient. But in the mean time, you could try cat trees or ledges that have ramps so that he doesn’t have to climb/jump up to get to higher ground if he doesn’t want to. Food puzzles are always a good option; there’s a bunch here with varying degrees of difficulty. Hanging a bird feeder outside near a window your kitty can get to will give him something to watch and wont require much physical effort on his part. You could make him a maze out of boxes for him to explore and hide out in, cats love boxes! Maybe hide different treats or scents in it for added fun.

For a while though, just exploring his new home will probably keep him entertained :) 

Congrats and good luck with your new kitty! As usual, if any of my followers have ideas, they’re more than welcome to pitch in.


well hi it’s been awhile, hasn’t it! i hope my next fic won’t take this long to be posted….i don’t own anything and enjoy!! Also this is a reaction fic to 5x19
Finally getting to leave the firehouse after being on shift for hours was like getting chains removed from her hands and feet and boulders taken off of her shoulders. Sylvie couldn’t remember the last time she was so distracted during work. Even when Antonio and her had broken up months prior, she had thrown herself into her calls for a distraction. She knew why this time was different, though.

How could you distract yourself with something that constantly reminded you of what you were trying to forget?

She had tried to be logical with herself, that the important thing was her and Gabby passed the retraining course and could put all of their focus back into their work. Plus, they got incredibly high scores! She should be proud of herself. She did so much studying—

She cringed at the thought. Studying. What Gabby had not done, zero effort. Every day she had paid no attention to the instructor and doodled away in her notebook. But still was able to pull off a perfect score. While Sylvie was the perfect, diligent student. She took notes, participated in class, and made flash cards for herself! When she wasn’t at the class or work, she was studying at home.

The fact that Gabby got a higher score than her wasn’t what was bothering her. She wasn’t the type who wanted to be the best of everything, she wanted to do the best that she could do.

Yes, she had gotten a 98 on the retraining exam. With a lot of studying. While Gabby pulled off a freaking one hundred percent without barely putting up a finger. What does that say about Sylvie’s own skills as a paramedic? She was the paramedic in charge of Ambulance 61, shouldn’t she had known all of the test answers like Gabby? What if one of those questions was a scenario in real life, would she have then froze and ultimately killed her patient?

Gabby had tried to talk to her about it, Sylvie could tell that she felt bad. Since it wasn’t her fault, it was Sylvie’s own insecurities that were the cause to this internal dilemma, but despite this she didn’t want to hear her apologies. It only made Sylvie feel more guilty for the emotions she was feeling.

Everyone else was heading to Molly’s for the fundraiser of the families and loved ones of the fallen members of squad 6. As she was in a down mood, she decided not to go, giving a lame excuse to Matt and shoved money into his hands. Thankfully he didn’t question her, but the concerned look on his face told her that he probably was going to ask Gabby about what happened.

At least she had a day off before she had to face Gabby again. Maybe then she would be in a different mindset, and it wouldn’t go as bad as she imagined it would be if they talked right now.

Her internal conversation with herself abruptly ended when she spotted Antonio’s car right next to her own. And the man himself was leaning against his, lifting his hand up to wave as Sylvie approached. Gabby must have said something to her brother.

“Hey, stranger.” She greeted him with a half hearted wave back. Instead of getting back into his car now that she had arrived, he waited until she was an arms length away before stepping forward to pull her into his arms.

Appreciating the love and support he was giving her through actions instead of words, she wrapped her own arms around his back, pushing her face into his leather clad chest. She wished that this, an embrace with her boyfriend, could be the solution to her current problems. Without the use of words and confrontation of feelings. It would be a lot simpler.

Antonio was the one that broke them apart, pressing his lips on the crown of her head before he stepped back and opened his car door. Sylvie walked to the other side, trying to maintain her composure, which she was doing remarkably well at.

Before he could say anything, she made sure to get the first words. “Can we not talk about it until we get to your apartment?” She asked, not wanting to get into a deep discussion in the car. “We can just pretend that you wanted to be a cute boyfriend and pick me up from work with no other intentions.” She offered, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m fine with being a cute boyfriend.” He agreed to her request, before asking a question after a moment of hesitation. “No talking, at all?”

Guilt filled her body. They had barely seen each other since she started her retraining course, with her spending all of her time at her own apartment. He probably not only came to pick her up because her current state of mind, but also because he had missed her.

“I would love to talk,” She made sure to let him know. As it was the truth, she wanted nothing more to hear about his day, how work was going and how Diego and Eva were. However, she realized she wasn’t in the place to be able to accurately listen and give him her full attention. That wouldn’t be fair. “But I don’t think I’m in the place for it, right now. That and listening.” She explained with a grimace.

Thankfully, he understood completely. “No problem,” He reassured her, lifting his hand off of the wheel for a brief moment to squeeze her thigh. “Being with you is enough. And when we get back to my place, don’t bother on asking about me. I’m sure you have today’s events to get off of your plate.”

Her heart warmed at his consideration. This was typical behavior of Antonio and she could hardly be surprised. He had a demanding job, two kids, and a ex wife who was filled with drama. Sylvie understood that due to him having other priorities, she couldn’t always be first.

She couldn’t resist looping one of her arms around his bicep, trying to show her appreciation without the use of words. They continued their car ride back to his apartment in peaceful silence.

“Sylvie.” She dimly heard the sound of her name being called, but she was still in the haze of unconsciousness rather than consciousness. When her name was called again, and her shoulder was gently prodded with, she realized where she was and what she was doing.

A yawn escaped her when she opened her mouth to speak. She honestly hadn’t realized how tired she was. “Sorry,” She apologized, shaking her head rapidly side to side as if her sleepiness would go away. “I guess my exhaustion snuck up on me.” She shrugged her shoulders, unbuckling her seatbelt and got out of the car.

“How late were you up studying last night?” He asked when he walked around his car and got to her side. Their hands came together to intertwine as they began walking towards his apartment building.

The small reminder of why she was upset caused her cheeks to flame red. And the fact that hit the bullseye. She was late up studying, running through her flash cards like she was an assembly line. “Late.” She gave him a vague answer, hurrying in in front of him when he held open the door for her.

Although she was slightly stung by the remembrance of today’s events, she couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile at the sound of Antonio’s scoff. “Love how much detail you put into your answer.” He sarcastically remarked, giving her an exasperated look as they waited for the elevator to arrive.

Sylvie’s lip quirked up again, but the negative emotions continued to churn in her stomach. She knew she would have to push through her tiredness and confide in Antonio tonight. She couldn’t let herself sleep on this, even if she fell asleep right away, she would be bound to have a restless night. Her thoughts and emotions needed to be let out into the world. Well, in this case, Antonio.

The elevator’s doors slid open. Thankfully, no one else was inside. She prided herself for being great at small talking with strangers, but she was certainly not in the mood for that type of interaction right now.

The ride up was silent. It was so quiet that if she wasn’t standing up, Sylvie was sure she would be sleeping by now. Her eyes focused on the flashing numbers, until they landed on the number 7 and a ding was heard, signaling that they had reached the floor they had requested.

“We can talk in the morning,” Antonio voiced aloud the thought she was tempting with minutes prior, digging in his pockets for his keys. Sylvie wondered why he didn’t grab them out when they were waiting in the elevator, but she kept this thought to herself. “You deserve some sleep, after all the hard work you put into that class, while still working full time.” He unlocked his apartment, letting her go in first so he could lock the door behind him.

The moment had arrived. She couldn’t ignore it for any longer. “I don’t want to sleep on these thoughts.” She disagreed with him, watching as surprise came across his face. Understanding quickly overtook to become the main emotion, as he silently moved forward to take her hand and lead her to the couch.

“Talk to me.” Antonio demanded gently, taking her hands into his lap, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

The soft expression on his face, showing so much concern for her, made her feel slightly foolish. Yes, jealously was a natural human emotion, one she rarely felt. It was the instigator, as she was more bothered my herself than Gabby. When it comes to admitting jealously however, that was a difficult part, she realized. Ideally, you should be able to love yourself despite your apparent flaws.

“I got a 98 on my test.” She began slowly, not wanting to dive immediately in. It was better to dip her toes instead of getting herself uncomfortable right away. “Gabby got a perfect score. One hundred percent.”

“That’s great for the both of you.” He complimented both her and his sister, with a slight wariness. He knew there was more to the story. Despite for their short duration of their relationship, he was always extremely intuitive. If she was in a better mood, she would playfully complain about this, striking a joking jab on his age being the reason.

“Except for the fact that I spent every waking minute studying, while Gabby didn’t do anything.”

“That’s just Gabby—”

She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration at him focusing on Gabby’s part in her internal dilemma. The problem was more with herself than her fellow paramedic, and since she had barely voiced her feelings since he picked her up she knew she couldn’t vocalize her displeasure. That would hardly help, and definitely wouldn’t be fair. “This isn’t about Gabby,” She interrupted him before he could explain his sister’s behavior, wanting him to not get anymore wrapped in his own reasonings why she was upset. The truth would get them through this conversation quickly. Which would mean going to bed sooner, a goal for both of them considering how demanding their jobs were. “It’s about me. And my capability at my job.”

Realization dawned in his eyes, which then turned to sadness. It made sense—her being upset over her own worth was much more depressing than typical jealously. His hands now cradled her face, leaving her empty hands to rest in his lap. “You are an amazing paramedic.” He stressed the word amazing, not breaking eye contact to show how serious he was. “Tests scores don’t define how you perform your job. Plus, I know you said this isn’t about Gabby, but I remember how in school she never had to study for anything. It always bothered me, but some people are just like that, you know?”

He was trying to help, which she appreciated. But what he was saying wasn’t having any affect on her, and so she felt obligated to point this out to him. “You two are in completely different occupations now though.” She rose her hands to gently touch his forearms, giving him the clue that she wanted to not have her face held for any longer. He got the hint, dropping his arms slowly. The moment they weren’t touching anymore, one of Sylvie’s hands reached forward to grasp his jean clad kneecap, both wanting to still feel his presence and let him know that she wasn’t upset with him. “And this isn’t really about Gabby and other people.” She added, wanting him to stop bringing her up. As the words left her mouth, she realized that by saying that, she wasn’t exactly saying the truth. If Gabby didn’t get the higher grade, she wouldn’t be fighting against her inner demons about if she was good enough or not. “Well, it sort of is.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders, not sure on where to go next. Words were just spilling out of her mouth, and she could only hope that her boyfriend was keeping up.

“Okay, okay. I get what you mean.” He thankfully took over, and to Sylvie’s relief, without asking a question. “What Gabby does isn’t always right,” He tried again, taking a different approach. She cringed when he yet again brought up Gabby, but stayed quiet to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Like remember that time she threw that woman’s phone? Yes, my sister is a great paramedic, but sometimes she lets her hot head get the best of her. I know that because I’m the same way.”

A snort found its way out of her nose at his remark. That couldn’t be more true about the Dawson siblings. Antonio’s lips curled up into a smile at the sight of her amusement, before continuing with his advice, encouraged by her positive reaction. “Besides the procedures and technical skills you have to learn, there is much more to your job than that. Which you already know.” He placed his hand on top of hers, rubbing his thumb against her skin. “You bring different qualities than Gabby, and she brings her own as well.”

“Like what?” She couldn’t help but ask, her mind beginning to see the logic of what he was saying. There was so many aspects to any job, especially one as unique and chaotic as hers. Despite slowly starting to agree with his words, her own curiosity got the best of her. She wanted to know what qualities he was thinking of, pushing down the thoughts that were telling her to be quiet.

“You’re patient, level headed. You bring a calming presence to your victims.” With each compliment Sylvie’s cheeks became darker, but at the same time her heart grew and grew as well. He was right. While Gabby certainly never showed any signs of being rude or uncaring to the injured, sometimes she has caught eyes going back to her for a sign of reassurance.

“Unfortunately not all paramedics can say that about themselves.” He pushed back a loose piece of hair behind her ear, waiting for her response. “Right?” He pressed when she didn’t answer right away.

She nodded back. “Right.” She echoed. Instead of vocalizing her appreciation, she leaned forward to press her lips lightly against his. “Thank you.” She murmured right against his lips, so close that when she spoke they ended up briefly touching. “You knew exactly what to say.”

“Happy to help.” A yawn escaped her lips before he could rejoin their mouths. That broke the short lasting romantic moment. They could have easily went back to kissing, but Antonio stood up, ignoring Sylvie’s protests. He held his hand out, which she took while she grumbled complaints.

“We could have had just five minutes..” She sighed in annoyance, but couldn’t help but smile when she hears him chuckle.

“And have you fall asleep on me? No thanks.” He nudged open his already cracked door, letting Sylvie go in first. When she saw the bed, she realized that he did make the right decision. She really was exhausted. Changing out of her clothes seemed like it would take too much effort.

After whipping off her jeans and shirt, she unhooked her bra and grabbed one of Antonio’s shirts out of his dresser. She had plenty of her own shirts available, she preferred to wear his when she was sleeping. Also she knew for a fact that he liked when she wore his clothes.

Antonio was still in the bathroom when she crawled into the bed and under the covers. Though her body was fighting against her, she didn’t want to fall asleep until he got out. But the next thing she knew, a pair of lips brushed against her forehead, which made her eyes shoot open with surprise. She had failed at keeping herself awake. Judging by how easily she had waken up though, she must have not been out for long.

“Mhm.” She let out a soft noise of content as his arms wrapped around her body. “Night.” She mumbled, too tired to turn around to face him. Exhaustion had really hit her unexpectedly hard.

He said the same word back to her, the last thing she heard before she finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

theapatheticcreator-deactivated  asked:

Symmetra, Pharah, and Zarya with a 5'4" SO please.

I hope you enjoy these, thank you for requesting!


- You’re only a few inches shorter than her, so she doesn’t make a big deal about it

- But she loves wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple because you’re at the perfect height for it

- She’s going to make sure that your house isn’t one that has tons of high cabinets, she doesn’t like for either of you to have to drag a chair over in order to reach something on the highest shelf

- Will she steal your sweatpants to wear around the house, even though they’re just a little too short of her? The answer is yes. Yes she will

- Doesn’t care if she’s the big or little spoon, if you guys are cuddling, she just wants to be close to you. She craves that physical contact


- The only one out of three that is fine with you standing on things to reach high shelves, although she’s more than willing to help you if you ask for it

- Loves hugging you and putting her chin on top of your head

- If you guys are watching a movie while sitting on the couch, she will pull you into her lap and rest her chin on your head

- Loves it if you somehow find yourself above her and rest your chin on her head, it makes her feel safe I mean, you’re going to have to stand on a chair or something, but it is well worth the effort

- Likes being the little spoon, even though you’re so much shorter than her

- Enjoys it if you use different scented shampoos cause she will always be smelling your hair


- This woman is like, a foot taller than you, and she loves it

- 100% willing to carry you places, either bridal style or piggy back

- Will laugh at you trying to reach things that are too high for you to reach, but it’s a good natured laugh. She’ll then either grab it for you or pick you up so you can grab it yourself

- Steal her clothes. You’ll drown in them, but who cares, she loves seeing you in her clothes. Plus, all her clothing is ridiculously comfortable, how does anyone have tee shirts that soft?

- 110% the big spoon, loves wrapping you up in her arms

- Will use you an armrest, but only if it doesn’t bother you


- None of them will buy a stool for you to stand on to reach stuff. If you want one you’re going to have to buy it yourself

anonymous asked:


here we go lol

  • When Keith and Lance finally start dating, they realize that they can’t suddenly stop being assholes to each other because the shock to their system might actually kill them. 
  • So they compromise and keep the rivalry going strong, but now there’s a new undercurrent of… fondness? to all of their interactions. 
    • “Lol this idiot really thinks he can beat me at eating Coran’s food? He’s lucky he’s so cute.” 
      “Haha I can’t wait to rub my win in his face, his pout is so adorable- just like the rest of him.”
  • And to the dismay of everyone else, they become even MORE unbearable to be around once they’re a couple. Like before they started dating, they used the rivalry as a way of flirting. And it was always very obvious and the rest of the team hated Keith and Lance for making them bear witness to the weirdest pissing match/mating ritual ever, but the team was managing.
    • But NOW as a couple, every now and then Keith and Lance will be acting as normal when they’ll catch each other’s eyes and then… The team doesn’t really know how to describe what happens, but there’s definitely a shift in the atmosphere. The corners of Lance’s eyes crinkle, the line of Keith’s shoulders relax. Their hands seem to gravitate to each other.
    • And they just?? Stand there for a moment? And smile at each other? This’ll happen at breakfast, in the middle of the hallway, during a mission briefing- basically everywhere all over the Castle, except for during training. 
      • They stopped being all lovey-dovey in the training room after they once got so distracted while flirting that a training bot managed to shoot Lance in the ass. Lance has never forgotten, mainly because no one else will let it go, so now PDA has been strictly outlawed from the training room (Thank god).
  • Outside of the Castle, Lance and Keith are very professional about their relationship. There is still flirting; if Lance didn’t flirt at least once a day, he would probably die. But there’s no excessive touching or PDA; Keith is a pretty private person, and he and Lance both agreed that what’s between them is special and the rest of the world doesn’t need to see it.
    • Bless their hearts for trying, pretty much every third planet Team Voltron visits notices the carefully maintained three inches of space between Keith and Lance and then asks “When’s the wedding?” They tried.
  • In the Castle though, it’s a whole different story. At first, both boys were painfully shy about being seen doing anything couple-y. If they held hands, it was under the table or behind the back or beneath a blanket/clothes. 
  • After like a month of this, Keith kind of got tired of putting in all this effort to hide something that everyone already knew about so. He went ‘fuck it’ and from then on no one in the Castle has known a moment of peace.
    • Later on, Keith and Lance both agree it was silly to try and be so private about their relationship, especially since everyone has already seen Lance naked at least three times. (It’s because he likes to change with the door open ‘to let the air current pass through.’ Keith despairs of his boyfriend.)