Picture this. e/R have been living together for a little while now, happily in love in and their new apartment. They decide - after much deliberation and detailed discussions about how often they’ll be home to keep it company and who’ll be in charge of picking up the food - to get a pet.
The only problem? Grantaire is a dog person and Enjolras is a cat person.
They bicker for DAYS about which to get, each trying to win the other over to their side because “OBVIOUSLY dogs are better, and here’s all the reasons why,” “What PLANET are you on, CATS are CLEARLY superior, and here’s all the reasons why”
They try getting the rest of their friends to weigh in on one side or the other to help them decide, but the field is split evenly down the middle, and eventually they decide to just go down to the local shelter and see what’s there, because maybe something’ll click.
They’re introduced to a whole lot of cats and a whole lot of dogs, and they each have their favourites but nothing really clicks.
There’s one cage that has a dog AND a cat in it, and the cat is sitting curled up in between the dog’s front paws and is hissing at them, and the dog is lying there wriggling and wagging his tail as he watches them approach.
They ask the shelter volunteer, and she says that these two come as a pair; their old owner went into a nursing home and couldn’t care for them any more, and the two of them refuse to be separated.
Grantaire’s grinning already, because he’s pretty sure that they’re going to be going home with these two animals, but he keeps himself in check because they’re not QUITE there yet.
So they go in to meet the two animals, and the dog bounds up to Grantaire the second he steps inside while the cat bolts off to a shelf in the back corner to glower at them all from a better vantage point, and Enjolras follows, making soothing noises.
Ten minutes later grantaire is on his back on the floor while the dog slobbers all over his face, and Enjolras is standing with a disgruntled-but-no-longer-hissing cat in his arms who is pretending to hate the chin rub he’s getting but who in fact is leaning into the touch.
They take the pair home and settle them in, and all their friends come around the next day to meet the two additions and fawn over them, and the cat spends the time balanced on the curtain rail and glaring at the lot of them and hissing whenever anyone getz too close, while the dog can’t decide who his favourite is because he’s getting pets from EVERYONE and it’s AMAZING.
The cat and the dog sleep in the laundry the first few nights, but somehow within a week have migrated to e/R’s room, and the dog sleeps at the end of the bed and the cat sleeps on their feet and hisses when one of them moves during the night, and eventually the cat stops hissing whenever one of them approaches him, and eventually he starts to consent to sit on their laps, and then they can’t get rid of him and he’s on top of them ALL THE TIME, the SECOND one of them is sitting down, he’s there, taking over lap space and chest space and pinning them in place. And meanwhile Grantaire teaches the dog all kinds of fun things like how to shake and roll over and high five and fetch slippers, and Enjolras teaches the dog how to gently take the mail inside without tearing it and how to bark and snap at either intruders or men who are harassing women on the street (that last one he learns through direct example from Enjolras), and how to play dead.
And it’s HILARIOUS, because even though grantaire is the dog person and Enjolras is the cat person, they sort of end up switching? Because you see, Grantaire likes to flop about the house indulging in a good cuddle, and so does the cat, but Enjolras likes to go be active and go for a daily walk or run, and so does the dog , so the cat kind of claims grantaire as his favourite and the dog claims Enjolras, and Courf still hasn’t managed to pat the cat even once, which he’s still heartbroken by, and - ultimately - it all works out brilliantly.
While not normally arboreal as adults this large male Blue Iguana climbed this tree after significant rainfall which left the ground slightly flooded.
In 2007 I had the great privilege of visiting Grand Cayman Island to work with and document the critically endangered Grand Cayman Blue Iguana (Cyclura lewisi) with the team at the Blue Iguana Recovery Program founded by Fred Burton.
Blue Iguanas are endemic only to the small island of Grand Cayman and as such are at risk habitat destruction, road kills, free-roaming dogs, and feral cats. Thankfully the Blue Iguana Recovery Program (B.I.R.P.) has brought this beautiful iguana back from the brink of extinction with breeding and release programs as well as the acquisition of habitat.
It is the largest native land animal on Grand Cayman with a total nose-to-tail length of 5 ft (1.5 m) and weighing as much as 30 lb (14 kg).
Just an update since I was freaking out about this gremlin getting surgery last month:
She’s fine! Her hair is growing back and she’s on different food cause she’s like, 12. She needs senior cat food and a diet. She also got a new cat bed. Not that she lays in it cause you know, smelly old dog towels are so much better than the nice new bed her mom bought her >8I
I spent a lot of time cuddling this puppy, drinking beer, and hanging out with Trish this weekend. I also got a new TV stand from IKEA, which needs to be assembled and wires need to be hidden from Phin. It’s been nice spending time with this dog, but I really miss my apartment and my cat.
I allowed myself a weekend of free drinking and being lazy, but starting tomorrow I need to straighten my shit out again. I haven’t weighed myself in a few days and it’s bound to not be pretty.
I also downloaded OkCupid again, and my heart just isn’t in it. I don’t want to jump back into dating again, but I also hate being alone so much. But it is fine, I am fine.
The Fen Tiger has been seen all over the county of Cambridgeshire in England. The elusive big cat is typically described with dark brown to black fur and if it is around, it is most definitely not a tiger but rather, some other large cat. It was first seen in 1982, and there would possibly be a small community of large cats in the area. Since 1998 there have been 63 calls to the police reporting large cats in the county.
The most recent account of the Fen Tiger (at the time of this post) was seen on March 20th, 2016. 71 year old John Walker was taking his dog for a walk when he saw the animal in a field. He reported, “At first I thought it might be a fox, but when my collie-cross pet dog Ginny gave chase, I realised that it had a very long and slender tail which drooped downward then curled up in a wild cat-like shape. […] This cat was the same size as my dog, which weighs around 20kg (44lbs) and had a longer tail and large paws. The coat was dark brown with lighter browns underneath and it seemed to have a much darker muzzle.”
A portable container of Sriracha sauce (yeah, I got that hot sauce in my bag swag) My bus pass (in a cute Hello Kitty luggage tag to keep it safe) Asthma inhaler (except for that Christmas I stayed with my parents and their cat [yes, I am allergic] and ended up in the ER because I couldn’t breathe…) Weight Watchers weekly weigh-in booklet Hot pink phone charger
Five things you will find in my bedroom:
Sunrise alarm clock An ominous row of Hello Kitty Beanie Babies staring you down The majority of my tokidoki collection My partner’s projector A stack of books that I definitely plan to read, I swear
Five things I want to do in my life:
Run a half marathon Buy a car Adopt a dog Visit Europe again Retire
Five things I am into right now:
Making my own foods (almond butter, booyah!) LOVE on Netflix Avocado My silly little guinea pigs Rose gold (my iPhone and Fitbit band are both rose gold, but really more pink than a true rose gold)
Five things you might not know about me:
I have been an active participant in the Seattle rave scene for 13 years I hated the colour pink when I was a child I feel like something is missing from my life when I don’t have a regular volunteering gig I collect VHS tapes with my partner, but I’ve probably only seen about 25% of our massive collection Roses are my favorite flower, but it’s probably because my given name is Rose
would anyone be interested in buying a digi fullsuit? he’s an african wild dog/bamboo shark! he comes with two interchangeable tails (shark and canine) he has a foam fin on his upper back. 100% handsewn bodysuit! only worn to one convention (and for these pictures) feet paws are us women’s 6/men’s 4 i am about 5″1 and weigh 155 pounds, and he fits a bit loosely on me will come with several bandanas, glasses pictures above, and two custom badges made by annu-the-cat-girl!
im still on the fence about selling him, but im looking at offers atm! im hoping for $800+
for more details, contact me on my main! @peachlynx!
This is Charlie, he is about two and a half feet tall standing on all fours and weighs between 70-80 pounds. Not pictured: his tail is shaped like a Shepard hook! He is a very smart dog and is very submissive and likes to sit in people’s laps and his best friend is a cat
“We think Nacho is the cutest with his left ear waving hello! He is a
Schnauzer mix, between 2 and 3 years old, weighing 18.7 pounds. Nacho is very lovable and obedient. He loves playing with other dogs no matter the kind or size and is OK with cats. He loves car rides and is good on leash.”
“He is an absolute fantastic dog. House broke, crate trained, excellent
with other pets, including cats, and all people. He knows some cute
tricks like shake your paw roll over lay down come sit and stay. He will
make an awesome family dog. He weighs 74 pounds right now and is a bit
i I saw ur kitty and he was just too cute and big!! I have a really big kitty too he weighs around 20 lbs and he has a fat face. I adopted him when he was five and he is an old grandpa cat trapped in a slightly younger cat body. we give him sweaters made for small dogs. his name is Atticus but I call him Boopy because he’s a boop and his favorite hobby is sleeping and getting in my way when I try to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night
edit: This cat is an old soul, you can tell. <3 Also, I think tripping people in the middle of the night is a universal cat trait because they forget we can’t see in the dark. Or they know that and they do it anyway. Because they’re fuzzy butts.
Hi. My name is
Allie. I’m 22 years old, 5’2,” and weigh about 105 pounds. So light a strong wind can knock me around Like I’m not even there.
I am an Aquarius. Which I guess, From all the online descriptions, Means I am Truthful Original Compassionate But also Temperamental Uncompromising Indifferent Aloof.
I’m still not sure if I agree. I don’t see a lot of myself In those lines.
I like cats, But dogs are ok too. As long as they are small And can be cared for With my small supply of energy. Not much left to spare After the struggle of simply living From day to day.
I have one older sibling, A sister, Whom I’ve always wanted to be Because being myself Has never seemed enough. Not for my teachers. Not for my parents. Not for me.
From the age of twelve, My mind has made sure to remind me You will never be enough, You will never be enough, I will never be enough.
No matter how hard I try, I will always fall short Of the expectations My sister has set That cover my open mouth Like a wet cloth. Smothering me.
I didn’t even know what that felt like Until I tried it in the shower one night And decided There must be an easier way to die Than this.
I’ve never dated. 4% of me thinks The guys I’ve met are just blind. The other 96% thinks I myself am the problem.
I’m weak to a guy with a kind smile And ink stains on his fingers But maybe I’m asking too much. Maybe I should Lower my standards. Maybe I’m just Not enough. Even in this.
I like to write. To cut open my heart And pour all the words I can never seem to say Across a blank page Because it’s the only way I can speak. The only way I can exist. When I don’t write, It feels like I can’t breathe. Like I’m smothering All over again But this time I can’t decide When it’s time To stop.
I write so that someone will be able to seeme. That my words will have meaning Beyond my own mind. That I can finally have value. That I can Be Enough.
And maybe One day I will be.
Maybe one day This will be Enough.
My name is
Allie. I’m 22 years old, 5’2,” and weigh about 105 pounds. So light a strong wind can knock me around Like I’m not even there.
But thank God that words have weight. I’d hate to be blown away Before getting the chance To be alive.
This is Tank. He weighs 21 pounds and slobbers like a dog. His head is roughly tge size of a softball andc his stomach occasionally rubs raw because it rubs the ground when he walks. I love him, though ♡