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URGENT: Cat Foster Needed

Since y’all have been the most incredible people in regards to helping me with my cat’s medical problems earlier this year, I’m hoping someone will help me with this in the next week–

I am in between places to live at the moment, and while my brother and sister-in-law have been wonderful humans in terms of looking after Henry for the past month, their own cat has not been getting along with Henry and so, since I can’t blame them, they want Henry moved out of their place by June 10th.

Which puts me in a pickle, since Henry can’t come with me where I currently live due to allergies.

So. If you live near Chicago/anywhere in the Midwest and are willing to foster a cat for a few weeks until I move to a place where I can have Henry with me, PLEASE let me know. I’m literally willing to drive Henry to wherever he’ll be looked after and, if you know anything about me, you know that I love Henry infinitely more than I love any human, so. 

Please let me know, and please reblog this to spread the word.

This cat is the love and light of my life, and I sincerely need help to make sure he’s looked after.

Please let me know.

Texts Duke Thomas has probably sent at some point

  • Can you die from eating too much ice cream?
  • I can hear you laughing from the down the hall but im being serious, can too much ice cream kill you?
  • Dami this is URGENT Alfred the cat keeps meowing at me. idk what to do should I pet him????
  • *picture of a random person in really bad clothes* it you
  • There is really cute dog across the street and I want to pet him but he looks like he is on a mission and I dont want to interrupt but I also really want to pet him
  • I think I just saw The Riddler at H&M
  • How could anyone be into that? It just seems uncomfortable for the girl like she doesnt even seem to be enjoying it
  • Selina every time Bruce snores can you just kick him a little for me? I cant get any sleep with a train in the next room
  • The server at the restaurant is super cute but im too nervous to ask them for their number
  • I cant tell if I want to meet Beyonce or be Beyonce
  • *picture of a cute dress* Steph do you want this? I found it at the mall and I thought of you
  • Bruce has started using the word shook we need a new word that word if officially dead
Please, help me save my cat

Hello everyone, I never ever thought I would be here asking for donations but you see. I am from Venezuela, the situation here is really tough right now. Money is barely enough to survive but I’m managing it so I still buy food for my cats. Luckily all of them are neutered and spayed already.

I really really need help to save one of my cats. I can’t cover the veterinary bills, I have nothing. I have already lost two of my cats this year due to urinary stones. It was really hard, one was 7 years old.

Today (Saturday)  I noticed that one of the girls was down (she was fine until Wednesday). I think she has some sort of infection in her mouth. That is why I can’t treat her myself, I started giving her antibiotics but I still have to take her to the vet on Monday, this is simply something I can’t cure myself.

This is why I’m asking for help. I think that with 100$ I manage to collect I could cover whatever the vet does to her. If there is anything of that left I will only spend it on cat food or more medicines.

So, please! Help me, I’m not prepared to lose another cat so soon, even if it is 1$  it will REALLY help a lot!

Here is my donation link (click on the image):


If you can send it directly to my e-mail we could avoid losing the percentage that Paypal takes off of every single donation.

Thank you! I will be forever grateful for your help!

If for any reason the link doesn’t work, I have the donation button on my blog!

anonymous asked:

In seara asta voi inchiat totul. Nu mai pot traii cu gandul ca la fiecare colt de strada este un violator. Este al doilea viol, nu mai pot rezista. Adio lume.

“ Am fost in tabara cu cea mai buna prietena, la mare.In penultima zi am fost violata de un coordonator, a intrat peste mine in camera cand fumam si a incuiat usa.M-a trantit in pat, s-a pus peste mine si ma tinea cu forta, nu puteam sa scap mi-a fost foarte frica.Dupa ce a plecat m-am incuiat in camera pret de 4 ore pana au venit toti coordonatorii la mine.Am plans in hohote, colegele mele de camera erau plecate, iar cand s-au intors si au aflat au inceput sa planga.Nu mai pot, este a doua oara.. “

Tu esti fata care a trimis asta, nu? Ca asa se pare.

Te rugam din suflet sa nu faci asta! Da, e o durere imensa si o trauma adanca, te credem, si am vrea sa putem sa-ti luam cumva durerea aia din tine, sa-ti luam gandurile si tristetea, frica. Dar tot ce putem face e sa-ti dam niste sfaturi practice.

Te rugam discuta cu ai tai, si du-te de urgenta la un psihiatru! Te poate ajuta sa diminuezi efectele trumei si sa scapi si de gandurile sinucigase. Nu te inchide in tine! Incearca sa ceri ajutorul! E extrem de important.

Iar mai apoi, pentru cazul violatorului din tabara, e vreun martor? Ca ai putea sa mergi si la politie. Ia un certificat medico-legal, daca ai cum, si discuta cu ai tai, si mergeti la o sectie cat mai urgent. Nu lasa situatia sa treaca asa de usor!

Te rugam sa nu faci prostia asta! Te incurajam sa incerci sa ceri ajutorul! Credem cu tarie ca ai acolo-n tine un suflet puternic, ce s-ar putea ridica din tarana asta, si ar putea incerca sa ceara ajutorul!


supercat week 3: day 2

Monday, April 17 – Dreams, anything involving dreams (e.g., sharing dreams, visions, alternate worlds, Black Mercy, etc.)



It starts with an uncomfortable feeling in her chest, sometime during the night and Cat can feel it constricting her so very, very tightly, but a dose of painkillers dulls it enough for her to return to sleep. But in the morning when she returns to CatCo, it burns incessantly. Cat knows that things have been stressful lately, what with Adam, however…

“I am not having a heart-attack,” she makes herself clear to James, who she is using as a balance right now. Concern is all over his face and he helps her sit down. “I’m not having a heart-attack.”

“I believe you,” James says, worry in his voice. He crouches and if Cat weren’t feeling so out of sorts she’d reprimand him.

She tries to distract herself. “Where’s Keira?”

James looks over to where Winn stands just inside her office, exchanging a glance that has Cat narrowing her eyes before she sees double- no, somewhere else. The sky is orange and Kara is holding some small object, obviously confused, a dark-haired woman behind her with her hand on her back. Cat stares for a moment, before her office flickers back into being.

“There’s something very wrong with me,” she whispers, before realising her skin is itching. Letting go of James finally, she pulls up her sleeve, sucking in a pained gasp. Where her soulmate’s Picture once rested was bare skin, the stencil of a face with red, blocked-in eyes gone. “What the hell? No, what’s happening to her?”

James speaks to her, but it’s as if he’s underwater and the constriction around her chest aches sharply for a few seconds before Cat is in that room again with Kara. She watches her hug a tall, salt-and-pepper haired man in a dark blue suit of some kind that matches the red-haired woman’s dress.

“Kara, what is happening?” Cat interrupts their little reunion, causing Kara to spin around, eyes wide.

“Ms Grant! How- how are you here?”

“First, tell me where here is,” she looks around more, not quite deciding whether or not she appreciates the minimalist décor. “The sky is orange, so I’m going to assume this is not Earth, despite how I was in my office only a brief moment ago.”

“This is Krypton,” Kara says nervously, before the man and woman step in front of her.

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” The man questions, “This is a private set of apartments, reserved for the House of El.”

Cat ignores him, looking at Kara, who presses past him. “Father, this is my- Cat, this is Cat Grant. She’s from Earth. She’s a friend.”

“You know, Keira, both Superman and Supergirl are both insistent that Krypton exploded,” Cat says in a reserved tone, causing Kara to nod shakily.

“I don’t know what’s going on. How are you even here?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that something is going very, very wrong with me.” She looks to her still rolled-up sleeve, Kara gasping at the lack of face. “Pictures don’t just disappear, Kara…” and that’s when Cat suddenly realises something very important about Kara’s appearance.

When Kara had first come to her that Tuesday morning at ten fifteen, one of the first things she noticed after the bright purple sweater, glasses and golden blonde hair was the writing all over her body. The English alphabet was sewn over her skin, making hundreds of thousands of tiny, tiny words and sentences, quoting both classics and new novels, some that Cat had even read.

Here, Kara’s skin is clear, completely Blank.

“What happened to you?” She almost reels back, but instead takes a step forwards as Kara’s brows knit together, before her eyes trail to her hands, widening at the sight of them. She grips them, shoving up her sleeves and pulling up her floor-length skirt briefly, to the shocked noises of her father and – presumably – mother.

“Kara, do not be so undignified!” The woman orders, looking horrified on Kara’s behalf, even as the blonde rushes over to Cat, taking her hands in an oddly close gesture. Like every time they touch, Cat can feel the heat of her, an omnipresent warmth that she knows she could take advantage of if ever reason called for it – though it never did.

“What’s going on? What’s happening to us?”

“I don’t know, Kara, but this can’t- isn’t, real. If this is Krypton,” Cat holds Kara’s hands tightly, only loosening her grip when Kara makes a pained face, jerking in her hold slightly, “then it has to be fake. I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve got us stuck in this fake world-”

And then everything disappears, her office coming back into focus. Her employees are at the entrance to her office, Winn keeping them back as James speaks to her urgently.

“Cat, Cat, speak to me-”

“What happened?” Cat questions even as the tightness around her chest abates suddenly, leaving a kind of hole she can’t explain. Looking to her arm in paranoia, Cat becomes boneless in her chair at the little stencil reappearing. “Thank god.”

“Cat, are you okay?” James questions, the care in his voice only barely preventing Cat from snapping at him as she gets to her feet, plans swirling in her mind.

“Back to work,” she orders her employees at the door, “I’m fine. Someone call my driver. James, you’re in charge for the rest of the day.” Picking up her phone and gathering the rest of her things into her handbag, she texts Kara. That had better been because of some alien superpower regarding soulmates rather than because something was trying to kill you. Again.

“Ms Grant, are you sure you don’t need to go to a hospital?” James questions, causing Cat to wave him off.

“I’m fine. Make sure CatCo is running smoothly while I take the day off. Winn has my passwords.” Leaving quickly, Cat looks to her phone, watching it the entire time down her elevator. Kara doesn’t reply until she’s well on her way to her penthouse.

Are you okay?

Cat replies quickly. Yes. Tell me what happened.

It was the black mercy. My uncle sent it to kill me. It puts you into a dream world and slowly sucks the life out of you. My sister said my Pictures had faded while under.

At that, Cat shivers. Pictures are sacred, Pictures- Cat doesn’t reply via text, actually calling. Kara picks up immediately.

I’m sorry.

“Don’t be,” Cat shakes her head. “That little dream sequence revealed to me exactly who you are.”

“…Ms Grant, I’m sorry I lied-”

“No, no, lie all you want, Keira, I just thought that you might have trusted me more, before this.” Cat grips her phone tightly, shutting her eyes as theories flash through her head. “But that doesn’t quite matter right now, I don’t think. What does matter is how I was drawn in, in the first place. That white mercy-”

Black mercy.

“-tried to kill you and your Pictures started fading, but so did mine and I was pulled into your dream.”

There’s a short silence before Kara replies. “We should talk about this in person.

“I agree, soulmate,” Cat says, voice not as bitter as she wants it to be and far softer. She hears Kara suck in a breath on the other end of the line as she feels her marks start to fade, seeing them disappear on her arms and legs. Her neck itches and she takes her pocket-mirror out of her handbag, opening it in time to see the ink turn red. A diamond sits in her clavicle, full of little lines and squares, surrounded by a symmetrical border of curved lines and arrows.


“Do you have the same as me?” Cat murmurs.

I felt it appear on my back. I think it’s pretty big, but not a full portrait? More like…like lines.

“Mmm,” Cat says before hanging up and taking a picture of her chest, easily visible due to the deep V of her shirt. Sending it to Kara seems strange and vaguely perverse – she’s her assistant still, nothing has been properly organised so they can’t call her incompetent and-

Kara’s calling again. Cat picks up. “So?”

We’ve got the location on my uncle. I’m going after him, but we’ll talk later?”

Cat blinks in surprise, mouth opening in slightly shock. “What?”

I have to go. I’ll float in front of your penthouse window tonight.” And then she hangs up. Cat looks at her phone in disbelief before glaring, clenching her jaw.

“Steven! Get me home, double-time!”

“Yes, ma’am.”


DO NOT feed your animals Natural Balance. My four cats cats ate it for a few weeks and two of them got sick very quickly and we are not the only people to have this problem. The food was purchased in mid February. It is the Ultra Premium dry cat food (the darker of the two pink bags). It has not been recalled but lots of animals are getting very sick and nearly dying. This problem is not exclusive to this specific food and is happening to both cats and dogs. We have already spent $350 on one cat and will have to pay $300 again for blood tests later this week. (The other we are dropping of at the humane society for other unrelated issues he’s had since before the food)


Hey VERY URGENT my two childhood cats are about to get put into a shelter b/c I can’t take them. The deal is, my mom died & I moved out of the house into a no-pets apartment. My sister stayed in the house but now she’s moving & doesn’t want the cats.


They need to be gone by Tuesday (July 14th) or they’re going to a shelter.

This is Zuki & Charlie. Zuki is an elderly snowboot/siamese kitty who is very gentle w/children but not w/other cats, though she can come around. She napped w/me every night from 3rd to 10th grade. She is very good @ being held.
Charlie is an older longhaired ragdoll cat that loves toys on strings, & LOVES to flop over when you pet him. He is very affectionate & is good w/strangers.

They are both around 13 years old, & need to have their health checked.  Unfortunately they have both been outdoor cats for years. They could both probably get reacclimated to being indoors, but it could be hard.

These two are bonded & love each other very much. I love them too, but my situation just can’t provide for them. I can’t give transport, or even carriers or food bowls for them. But if you can take them, & promise to love & take care of them, you can have them.
They live in Oregon City, OR, w/my sister, a little South of Portland. Shoot me a message/ask or email me @ enbyflorence@gmail.com

Please signal boost if you can!!

defygravity79  asked:

"Blindfold" for Supercat please ;)

“You will not be putting that on me.” Cat balked as soon as she saw the blindfold in Kara’s hands. She made it clear in no uncertain terms as she crossed her arms, and gave Kara her best ‘try me’ glare. But then Kara pouted and deflated, and she was done for.

Cat continued to stare for a moment, but eventually her willpower broke down. She couldn’t deny her girlfriend anything. She knew she was whipped, but she was in too deep to even want to turn back now. So she finally uncrossed her arms and threw her hands up in defeat.

“Oh fine! But if you let me make a fool of myself…” She warned.

“Don’t worry, I won’t, I promise!” Kara eagerly agreed, and moved behind Cat to tie the scarf around her eyes. She then led Cat down the hallway, into the elevator and out onto the roof.

“Are we outside?” Cat asked when she heard the sounds of the city and felt the breeze on her face.

“Not telling” Kara replied cheekily. Cat rolled her eyes and Kara could swear she saw it through the scarf. “Just wait here for a moment, okay? I promise I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, what? You’re leaving me alone?” Cat raised her voice, startled.

“Just for a minute, just trust me, please?” Kara replied patiently but urgently.

Cat huffed, but nodded. She crossed her arms again as she waited, listening intensely for any clue as to what Kara was doing. Finally, she heard the sound of feet landing on the cement and she knew Kara must have been in the air. Then there were footsteps. The feet moved in front of her. Then there was a voice.

“Okay,” It was a whisper, “You can take the scarf off.”

Cat reached up and removed the fabric from around her eyes. She blinked her eyes open, and when she saw what Kara had been working on, she gasped and one hand flew to her mouth to cover it. Written in lights on the blank billboard across from the roof top was Cat Grant, will you marry me? And Kara was kneeling in front of Cat holding open a ring box.

“Oh Kara.” Cat breathed out. She began nodding furiously as she said, “Yes, yes, yes.” She watched Kara’s face transform from nervous openness to sheer relief and joy as she spoke, and then suddenly she was wrapped in Kara’s arms.

When Kara parted the embrace, she took the ring from the box and slid it reverently on Cat’s finger.

“I know it’s not much, I couldn’t afford to get you the kind of ring you deserve, but-“

Cat shushed her immediately, saying “It’s perfect.” And she made her point clear with a deep kiss.


Tilly needs to be adopted or rescued by November 2nd, 2015 or she will be euthanized.

“Tilly is estimated to be between 14 & 18 years old. This precious girl spent her entire life with one lady, only to be abandoned in a hectic, stressful shelter once that owner was put into a nursing home. If only Tilly had been blessed with the same treatment, and placed into a home instead of a tiny steel cage! As you can see, Tilly has assumed the classic senior cat pre-death pose; she is curled up as tight as she can get inside the litter box and hasn’t touched her food. If we can’t get Tilly into a rescue or home by Monday, November 2nd, we will have no choice but to make “the” decision. Please - someone has to have a quiet, secure home Tilly can retire to… she deserves SO much better than this!
Contact Daviess County Animal Control at 270-685-8275 or email dcacanimals@yahoo.com ASAP!“
-Friends of Daviess County Animal Shelter
Location: Owensboro, KY


This little cutie is my best friend’s cat in Kettering, Ohio. He’s not fully grown yet (I’ll have more details on him soon but this is urgent). He DESPERATELY NEEDS A HOME. Her mother sadly is forcing her to get rid of him because she has no patience and he is IN DANGER. Her mother has mistreated him. He does need training but he is an amazingly loving cat. PLEASE, HE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH TIME. If you or someone you know live around Ohio and want a cat PLEASE HELP. Even if you can’t PLEASE REBLOG to save his life. He needs a good home. Please, help us find him somewhere to live. Inbox me if you might be able to give him a home.


First of all, THANK YOU! to all of you that shared or donated, you don’t know how grateful I am. 

However, this is not the kind of update I had in mind, sadly my cat died. I took her to the vet on Monday and he said it wasn’t an infection like I thought (I had read cats were prone to gingivitis when they eat soft food). He said something had stung her and that it was venomous, he started the treatment right away but still, she died the very next day. I’m beyond heartbroken right now. I feel like it is my fault.

But, I want to use the remaining money from the donations to buy cat food for my other cats. Due to the country situation (high inflation rate, and food, medicines, pet products shortage) I just can’t buy cat food, I’m giving them cooked sardines.

To illustrate, my mother earns 53.000 Bsf (per month) and a bag of 8 kg (16 lbs) of dry cat food costs 40.000 Bsf.

I searched on Amazon and the same bag costs only 12$, with what I have I could buy at least 4 bags but the shipping costs to Venezuela are insane. They charge between 4$ and 7$ per lb, which is just insane. 

IF you know of a shipping company (to Venezuela) that is less expensive or any organization that could donate me cat food that would be awesome! If you can donate cat food, that would be awesome, but I can’t pay the shipping costs to bring it to Venezuela. 

That is why I will leave my donation button open, everything, absolutely everything I manage to collect will go to either bringing cat food, or vet bills for my other cats.

Here is my donation link (click on the image):


If you can send it directly to my e-mail we could avoid losing the percentage that Paypal takes off of every single donation.

Thank you! I will be forever grateful for your help!

If for any reason the link doesn’t work, I have the donation button on my blog!

“Dear Unicorn Diary,

Miss Grant’s visit to my office today resulted in one urgent, pressing question.


Cat is known for being decisive, clear, driven and articulate.  I fancy myself fluent in her… nuances.  But “vague Cat” escapes me.  We are to attend an event, presumably art related at something called “the BFA”

Note:  Research possible meanings of said acronym.  

As we are taking her car and she has made all the arrangements, this is a date, right?


However, we are leaving directly from work, negating any opportunity to indulge in all typical pre-date rituals.  Therefore… not a date.  


She was so firm.  And so unclear.  Will dinner be involved?  If yes… date… if no… Not a date.  Dinner was not mentioned.  So, not a date.


Not all dates include dinner.  She is taking me to an art show.  Something geared to my particular interests, not hers.  Ergo… date.


Is this a cleavage event?  Or a non-cleavage event?  The date, or non-date-ness of the evening is vital in this decision.

Note:  Borrow garment with modest cleavage from Alex.

Should I buy her flowers?

I shall assume this is not a date until solid evidence proves it otherwise.

Further panic is required.