And in that moment my cat looked like he’d been chosen by God.
Tried to take a picture of the spider web on the fence between the yard and the neighbor’s cow pasture earlier. You can’t really see the spiderweb but the light came out neat.
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!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK
So important. Honestly people adopting kittens usually have no idea what they are getting into, and so many older cats need homes. One of the reasons I wanted Professor cat (once named Mr. Cuddles) so much was that he was in foster care waiting for a home after a very rough time. He’d been through a tough surgery because he tried to get out of a collar unsuccessfully that was put on him, and it became caught under his left arm. That collar ended up lacerating into his armpit. I’m certain it was very painful and he has the scars to prove it. His whole underarm is one big shiny pink scar. When I adopted him I was told he was around 1 years old, but after visiting the vet for teeth issues I was told he must be at least 10 years old. He must have had a previous family and been lost for who knows how long, stuck with that collar under his arm. I feel terrible his previously family lost him, but I’m glad I could give him a new home after all of that trauma. He’s the weirdest and sweetest cat, and has so much energy for apparently like 11 years old. No matter what he chirps at me after every time I sneeze, as if to say “OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY DON’T DIE OKAY?”
When I first met him I was co-adopting Professor with my friend Taylor. We sat down on the couch of the foster’s home, and Professor came right over and sat perfectly in between us, staring up into our faces. He was so calm, so at ease, and was so unafraid of strangers. I just found it so endearing to trust that easily despite all of the trouble he’d been through. I myself do not trust so easily. I thought, “Here is an animal who was in so much pain because of something a human put on him. Who was so lost, and yet even now he wants to be near anybody who he comes into contact with.”
Point being, if you want to adopt an animal, you will get so much love from an older animal who has been through the ringer, and their flaws make them that much more interesting and charming a pet.
All of this is also applicable to dogs!
[image description: the cover of Ash by Malinda Lo]
Book sale! My first novel, Ash, is currently on sale for only $2.99 as an ebook. If you haven’t yet read Ash, my lesbian retelling of Cinderella, here’s your chance to give it a try. To further convince you, here’s the description:In the wake of her father’s death, Ash is left at the mercy of her cruel stepmother. Consumed with grief, her only joy comes by the light of the dying hearth fire, re-reading the fairy tales her mother once told her. In her dreams, someday the fairies will steal her away, as they are said to do. When she meets the dark and dangerous fairy Sidhean, she believes that her wish may be granted.
The day that Ash meets Kaisa, the King’s Huntress, her heart begins to change. Instead of chasing fairies, Ash learns to hunt with Kaisa. Though their friendship is as delicate as a new bloom, it reawakens Ash’s capacity for love—and her desire to live. But Sidhean has already claimed Ash for his own, and she must make a choice between fairy tale dreams and true love.
Entrancing, empowering, and romantic, Ash is about the connection between life and love, and solitude and death, where transformation can come from even the deepest grief.
Here are some of Ash's honors:
- Finalist for the 2010 William C. Morris YA Debut Award
- Nominated for the 2009 Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy
- Finalist for the 2010 Mythopoeic Fantasy Award for Children’s Literature
- Finalist for the 2010 Lambda Literary Award (LGBT Children’s/Young Adult)
- Finalist for the 2010 Northern California Book Award(Children’s Literature)
- Finalist for the NCIBA 2010 Book of the Year (Teen Fiction)
- A Kirkus Best Young Adult Book of 2009
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