This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Look, I never reblog this sort of sentimental cheese. It tends to make my stomach curdle. But this one got me right in the feels.
When I adopted Lillah in 2004, I’d never had a cat before. I didn’t know if I’d even like having an animal around — the only “pets” I’d had growing up were goldfish. But she took to me immediately, jumping on top of me when I was in bed and kneading on my chest, incessantly dragging her snaggletooth across my arm until I would get up and feed her, climbing under the covers and curling up in a ball in the small of my back so I couldn’t roll over. She is the sweetest pain-in-the-ass I’ve ever known. She is a hardcore snuggler. She loves stalking feathers at the end of a stick (kitty fishing!), and catching bugs for me too. When she’s getting her head scratched, she purrs so loud you’d think there was a motorcycle in the closet. She follows me from room to room, even when we’re not interacting, just so she can be around me. She loves unconditionally.
A decade on, Lillz is an old lady. She’s been with me through law school, through a cross-country move, through too many apartments to count, through through a marriage and a divorce and now an engagement to the love of my life, a wonderful lady who I think Lillah loves even more than me, and vice versa.
Six months ago, she became mysteriously sick. Turns out, one of her kidneys had shut down, perhaps the result of a combination of old age and chronic ITUs she’d had. She spent nearly a week in the kitty hospital, and we really thought we might lose her, but she pulled through. She now gets potassium supplements every day to compensate for what her kidney can’t process. She gets a pill daily for her enlarged heart. Her hearing seems to be almost gone; I think her eyes are starting to fail her too. And just this morning I gave her her very first insulin injection, which she’ll now be getting twice a day for probably the rest of her life. That’s right, we just discovered she’s become diabetic.
She’s become a lot of work, and a lot of money — and I haven’t even for a second considered not giving her everything she needs. (Recognizing, of course, that I am in a very privileged position to be able to afford such things). It’s not a burden, it’s the very least I can do to repay her for 10 WHOLE YEARS (and, fingers crossed, more to come!) of what might be the most fulfilling, and loving, relationship I’ve ever had.
And to think, she sat in a Siamese rescue for AN ENTIRE YEAR just because people thought, at age 7, she was too old to be worth adopting.
Their loss; my gain.
Lillah passed away yesterday. She was the sweetest, most unconditionally loving companion I could have ever asked for, and I’m blessed for every joyful day of the decade we got to spend together.
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Shanesha Taylor was arrested on March 20th by the Scottsdale Police for leaving her children ages 2 and 6 months in her car while she was interviewed for a job. Ms. Taylor was homeless and could not access any child care. Her desperation to provide for herself and her children and her lack of options led her to take drastic measures in search of employment. Ms. Taylor needs support & help rather than incarceration and a criminal record that will surely decrease her chances to provide for her children in the future. We ask that Maricopa County use common-sense and provide support for Ms. Taylor and her children rather than punishment.
Shanesha Taylor is still in jail pending a $9,000 bond.