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
Listen, I may be a dog lover, but let me tell you from experience that those “healthy” pets may not be healthy for long. Both of the dogs my family have owned have ended up having massive health problems within three years of owning them. They were from good breeders and were well taken care of, but things happen either because of genetics or accidents. Don’t skip out on a pet just because they’re not “perfect”. You’re not perfect, but you and your pet can still love each other anyway.
" […] yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring."
inspired by (x)
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
I Neeeeeeeeeeed this.
Ahh, it’s back
i have disproportionately strong feelings about this.
every time i say “nah i’m not gonna watch it again.” BUT I STILL DO EVERY TIME.
Awhile back, someone sent me an ask about this drabble on Susan Pevensie, wondering if my little story was agreeing with JKR’s quote or disagreeing. I answered a bit then, but I wanted to talk a little more about it if that’s alright.
“There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling
So, here we go: yes, I agree with Rowling. I have a big problem with that. (I think I read it more as she discovered vanity, rather than sex, but same idea).
Susan doesn’t show up in The Last Battle. She is not saved. That, alone, is fine— this is a story about faith, and having someone who loses faith is important to that story.
BUT the way Lewis explains to us that Susan is lost is something along the lines of she started liking lipstick, nylons and invitations.
He gives us a couple of lines from people who are not Susan, and they sum up her existence as lost. Because lipstick.
Let’s look a bit closer at this. There were so many choices here. She could have discovered Nietzsche, or atheism, or both. She could have told too many stories to her mother, who got her counseling and medication for her hallucinations. She could have gotten bullied at school until she bowed under the pressure. She could have gotten angry, gotten furious at being kicked out of a world she loved, at doing puberty twice, and shoved all of it away, lost faith as an act of retribution.
That would have made her a kind of vicious, sure, cutting off her nose to snub her face, but at least she would have been doing something. Here, other people tell her story. Here, “lipstick, nylons, and invitations” is used like it’s a complete thought.
I don’t have a problem with Susan losing faith, but it bothers me that “faithlessness” is synonymous with these things, these stereotypical assets of a young woman. Oh lord, she cares about her appearance. How can she also believe in a magical land and the bravery of childhood and the faith of the innocent if she cares about her appearance?
Susan is shamed for growing up. Now, there are a lot of ways to grow up as a woman, let alone a person, but this is the way we are told to grow up: a coming of age, boys and banter, giggles and lip gloss. We’re sold this brand of femininity. Susan embraces it and she is dismissed as a person for the crime of acting out the story they were selling her.
She cares about her appearance, just as we tell women they should, so she is vain. She is vain, so she is silly, she is foolish, she is faithless.
To be fair, this is a story they still tell about women. That caring what you look like makes you vain, and not caring makes you sloppy. We want beautiful girls. We want them to be all-natural. “You’re prettiest without makeup on,” they tell some girl who spent fifteen minutes this morning plucking her eyebrows and putting on invisible foundation to cover her blemishes. It makes sense why Lewis told this as Susan’s story and thought it was enough. I don’t think he did something wrong writing it. I think he did something ignorant, but that doesn’t make the story any better.
Or maybe this isn’t me being fair. Maybe this is me being furious: this is a story they still tell about women.
I have never found a better explanation for why what C.S. Lewis did to Susan ticked me off. Thank you for putting it into words for me.
do you ever just start mentally plotting out a story and you suddenly come up with that one scene or that one line and you just think
this will be the scene that makes everyone cry
Racebent fancast of the Skywalker family
J. August Richards - Anakin Skywalker
Kerry Washington - Padme Amidala
Freema Agyeman - Leia Organa
Michael B. Jordan - Luke Skywalker