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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.

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THIS POST MAKES ME SO SAD, I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL THE KITTIES ;-;

I volunteer at a shelter, and it makes me sad to see older animals like Lenore.  The shelter I volunteer at charges the highest adoption fee for kittens and puppies and the lowest adoption fee for older animals and those with health problems/special needs.  They do this both to encourage adopters to go for the “less adoptable” animals and because they know that most people will go for the cute kitten despite the price, and the shelter needs the money.  The fact is that nobody wants to adopt an 8-year-old dog or cat and fall in love with it only to have their hearts broken in a few years when that dear critter dies.  It’s terribly sad that some of these less-adoptable animals may have to live out the rest of their lives in steel cages.

Also, as in Lenore’s case, some cats are really nasty just because they’re unhappy or stressed.  Just yesterday someone was telling me that she recently got a cat from a coworker who had to give it away because it was biting everyone.  In her new home, the cat is very sweet.  As it turns out, in her old home she was biting everyone because she was in constant defense mode due to the dog she lived with.

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When you go far enough into your own handsome, handsome head, you’ll start to miss No-Pants Brian, The Roommate From Hell & From Before.

5 Weird Personality Changes That Happen When You Live Alone

#3. You Will Think Too Much

There’s a lot more quiet time when you live alone, and with that quiet time comes thoughts. Sure, you might spend this time in quiet reflection and realize things about yourself and society that you’ve never before pondered. But more likely they will be busybody, unhelpful stupid thoughts. Thoughts like “Is that a lump?” “What is that smell?” “How loud can I be here before my neighbors hear?” and “Seriously, what is that smell? Carbon monoxide? Will it kill me while I sleep? That’s stupid. Carbon monoxide is odorless. But wait, are there things that smell that can kill you in your sleep?”

Or better yet, you can wonder what would happen if you slipped in the shower or cut yourself. How long would it take for your body to be discovered before anyone knew you were dead?

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