cats, anxiety, nostalgia (+)
Someone on Twitter was asking for kitten pics so I went through my directory and ran across a bunch of snapshots of Snowy and Liv... and reminded myself we SAVED. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. those precious kittens. We've saved like five cats from the brink of death. One night of 28 degree weather is not going to stop us from saving more. We have materials, we have plans, we just have to convince ONE shy kitty to snuggle up in the shelter we make and the rest can just come visit. We've got this. We're gonna get GOOD at this. Everything's going to be OK.
In fact, I get a certain amount of volunteer time off from work, and I've been REAL tempted -- once it warms up and COVID stuff improves a little -- to start working for one of the Trap-Neuter-Rescue agencies and REALLY up my cat-saving game.
You hear that, Dirty 88? I hear you all mewling down at that parking garage. You're saying "SNIP ME, PLEASE SNIP ME." And you will be snipped. And every cat on earth will be a tiny bit happier for it.
cats, anxiety, nostalgia (+)
ok, what kind of cat is dirty 88?
re: cats, anxiety, nostalgia (+)
@001zlnv The Dirty 88 are a whole colony that lives in an apartment garage a block away. They are apparently NOTORIOUS among the local trap/rescue community as one of the big stray-breeding red zones in town. We have speculated that our own babies might even be descended from The 88.
(The nickname comes from "Get Fluffy," a cat-perspective martial arts epic in the vein of Kill Bill that we'll probably never get around to, based on the whole saga of Shadow And The Cone Of Shame from last year. It's derived from O-Ren Ishii's "Crazy 88" of course. They were basically planned as a mini-boss battle before the protagonist confronts Fluffy herself, a polydactyl with the secret of 8-Claw Exploding Pounce Style. :) )
