Pops is a good boy. He didn't deserve his previous life. He was a stud cat in a kitten mill, which sounds great at first, but he was advertised as a "short hair Maine coon," which doesn't exist. He was kept in a cage and force fed like foie gras ducks, and when the vet shut the operation down, threatening to report them because the female were going to die from overbreeding, they just tossed poor Poppy away. And he's the sweetest thing. He's my youngest cat, but I suspect he might be the first to die, due to heart issues stemming from being overweight. His current vet is super impressed by his physical health, he can even jump on counters, which amazed her. She thought he would barely be able to waddle. It's one of the reasons I take walks with the cats, to help keep Poppy active and healthy and keep his weight in check.
Ooh, I also wear a ring on my engagement finger at times; mainly for unwanted attention in the work place from customers.
I want to own all the cats in the world.
Pops is a good boy. He didn't deserve his previous life. He was a stud cat in a kitten mill, which sounds great at first, but he was advertised as a "short hair Maine coon," which doesn't exist. He was kept in a cage and force fed like foie gras ducks, and when the vet shut the operation down, threatening to report them because the female were going to die from overbreeding, they just tossed poor Poppy away. And he's the sweetest thing. He's my youngest cat, but I suspect he might be the first to die, due to heart issues stemming from being overweight. His current vet is super impressed by his physical health, he can even jump on counters, which amazed her. She thought he would barely be able to waddle. It's one of the reasons I take walks with the cats, to help keep Poppy active and healthy and keep his weight in check.
When you can't hear that's dissociation (from ptsd of course).