a flying pokemon that uses a leek as a weapon? sounds a little farfetched to me
Makoto and Rin with a Black Cat
Rin: Yo, Makoto. I’ve been waiting.
Makoto: Rin! I was so surprised when you called me and said, “come to Samezuka right now!” Did something happen?
Rin: Makoto. There’s something I want to ask you.
Makoto: What is it?
Rin: A while back, Nagisa told me this, but…
Rin: Is it true… That you’re used to handling cats?
Makoto: Mm. Eh? Ummmm. Cats?
Makoto: Haha! Geez, you sounded so scary when you called I thought something had happened and rushed over here.
Rin: This is a huge problem! Look at this arm!
Makoto: Whoa, so many scratches… Rin, did a cat do this to you…?
Rin: Yeah. Thanks to this, every time I get into the pool or take a bath it stings like hell.
Makoto: What kind of cat was it that got you? A big one?
Rin: It’s a small cat, but it has pretty sharp claws. Every time I try to look after it, it always attacks me. It’s the first one that ever got me this bad…
Makoto: How ferocious is this cat, anyway?! Actually, if you got scratched that badly then just don’t get near it anymore!
Rin: Idiot! If I back out now it’ll be like I lost! I refuse to be put down by a cat! I’ll win it over if it’s the last thing I do!
Rin: So, Makoto! You’re coming too!
Makoto: Wahh, why?! Wait, stop pulling me! I can’t do anything either, if it’s that ferocious! I don’t want to get scratched!
Rin: Shut up, stop complaining.
Makoto: Nooo! Go by yourself, Rin!
Rin: Let’s go!
Makoto: Rin… Is this the courtyard or something? Isn’t it bad for an outsider like me to be here…?
Rin: It’s fine. The only people who come through here are the guys on the swim team. I’ll play it off when it comes down to that.
Makoto: Play it off…? So this really is bad, isn’t it!
Rin: Oh, be quiet. Just come with me. Over here.
Makoto: Ah, wait a second! It’s dark, so slow down a little…
Rin: Hey, Makoto. Over there!
Makoto: Huh? Where?
Rin: Mm. Look! That black cat over there!
Makoto: Eh? Ah! That one? Ah! It’s coming!
Makoto: Ah, it’s coming towards me! I don’t want to get scratched! Rin! You go in front!
Rin: Hey, don’t push!
Makoto: But it’s going to attack, isn’t it?!
Rin: Okay c’mon, you get in front!
Makoto: Seriously, don’t push!
Makoto: Huh? It’s… not scratching. Haha, it’s rubbing against my leg. Oh, and it’s letting me pet it, too. Haha, it’s so cute. Like you said, it’s still a kitten.
Rin: H-Hey, Makoto…
Makoto: Haha! Hey, that tickles! Haha, stop messing around! Haha!
Rin: ! Makoto! Switch with me!
Makoto: Hm? Sure?
Rin: Hmph. Here. I’ll pet you so come over here.
Cat: Hisssss! *scratch*
Rin: Gah! Ow!! This thing…!!
Makoto: Ah, Rin! Are you okay?!
Rin: Damn it, why am I the only one getting scratched?!
Makoto: Rin, don’t frown like that! Try maybe… you know, coming at it with a smile so that it doesn’t get scared of you. Right? Hehe.
Rin: O-Okay… Smile! …Like hell I could do that! I’m not you!! I can’t just smile like an idiot!
Makoto: That’s so mean! Geez! You used to laugh a lot before, too!
Rin: Don’t bring up the past!
Makoto: Try to remember those days! Come on, try bringing out a gentle smile! Alright? Rin. Riin? Riiiin? Rin!
Rin: GAH, I just have to do it right? Just do it…
Makoto: You can do it!
Rin: A-Ahem. …Y- You- You don’t have to be scared. C’mon, come over here.
Cat: Hissss! *scratch*
Rin: OWW! HEY, MAKOTO! It scratched me anyway!!
Makoto: Eh?! Why is that my fault?!
Makoto: Ah. Haha, it’s rubbing up against me again. There, there, if you insist.
Rin: Makoto… you’re not hiding silver vine or something, are you?
T/N: Silver vine is similar to catnip, but is more popular in Asia.
Makoto: Of course not!
Rin: Tch… I didn’t want to resort to this, but now I have no choice…! How about this?! There’s no cat that isn’t lured by food!
Makoto: Canned cat food?! Rin, you had that with you?!
Rin: Haha, I thought this would happen so I knew it’d be a good choice to prepare it beforehand!
Makoto: Exquisite taste to cats, chock full of tuna 100% bonito flavor! This might just do the trick!
Rin: Here, eat! Hey, don’t look away! There’s food, right here! What, you’re not gonna eat?!
Makoto: Hmm, it’s probably still wary…
Rin: So it’s still no good, huh…? Tsk. Hey Makoto, don’t you have any other ideas?
Makoto: Eh? Hmm… Oh, a cat toy!
Rin: Well that’s run of the mill.
Makoto: Oh, be quiet! Just take some grass from over there, and wave it back and forth… Hehe. Come on, over here! Here! Here!
Makoto: And, left this time! See? It’ll get excited and jump at it. I actually get really into it too, while doing this.
Rin: It’s really jumping at it!
Makoto: Do you want to try? Here, cat toy.
Rin: …S-Should I just swing it around like you were before?
Makoto: Yep. You might want to do it a little slower.
Rin: …Alright. Hey, look here. Here. …Oh. How’s this? Over here!
Makoto: Haha! That’s amazing, Rin! You’re playing with it!
Rin: Haha! Geez, that took long enough! I feel so much better now! C’mon, over here. Haha! It’s really cute when it gets attached to you. I’d like to introduce the two of them some time.
Makoto: Eh? Who?
Rin: Huh? Oh… I picked up a stray, before. I’m talking about the cat I picked up. I’m looking after it in an old school building that isn’t being used anymore.
Makoto: Oh? Haha. So in the end, you really are a nice person.
Rin: Ah! No, that was… it was raining, and it was wandering around like it didn’t have any place to go… so I didn’t have a choice!
Rin: It’s not like I could just leave it alone after finding it! That’s all!
Makoto: Haha! Hey, Rin. Introduce me next time, too. I’d like to see what kind of cat you picked up.
Rin: …F-Fine. Next time. I’ll introduce you as thanks for today.
Makoto: Mm. Thanks. I’m looking forward to it.
…Jumping on the drama CD bandwagon. Rin and Makoto are so frigging cute it’s ridiculous I don’t even ship them but ahhhhhhh. Cats. Mamo. Tattsun ;_; This whole CD is amazing.
soo are we gonna talk about this or
This is Chester. When I was in Afghanistan I got a care package from one of those “Adopt a Soldier” programs that lets families send care packages to service men and women who are deployed overseas. Anyway, I got this care package, and it came with the usual stuff: Baby wipes, crackers, peanut butter, the Dad threw in a pack of cigarettes, and there was some jerky. But there was also a little beanie baby gold fish and a hand written note from a 7 year old girl that said
“Dear Soldier, (I wasn’t even mad)
I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you have to miss thanksgiving with your family. This is my friend Chester. He keeps me safe from monsters, but I think you need him more than I do. I hope he keeps you safe from the monsters you’re fighting. Take good care of him for me”.
You bet your ass that little fish was in my pocket every time I went on patrol.
I know this isn’t related AT ALL to Arusumaguna, but I couldn’t help but repost it. It’s so….I’m even sure the right word to use here. Cute? Touching? Kind?
I guess all three.
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.
The STORY THOUGH.