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Calling all cat therians and also anyone who likes animals really.
I've been playing this super cute game called Cat Rescue Story and you get to take in stray cats, fix em up, and foster them until you can find a suitable home that matches their personality and comfort level.
It's honestly everything I've ever wanted in an animal rescue game and it's so cute and you get to name the cats and they visit you even after they've been adopted bc they love you ♡
#there is a flea and tick mini game though#so bug warning#be high high rec#alterhuman#otherkin#therian#barks at queue#pet regressor#petreg#pet regression#duckdog barks#cat rescue story#catkin#felinekin#cat therian#cat theriotype
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At this point in our relationship my betrothed is well versed in my compulsive need to help animals. It wasn’t part of their upbringing but it was a huge part of mine. So now whether it’s lost dogs or injured birds they know that for me it’s not a matter of convenience, it’s just the only possible option.
My most notable rescue took place during one of the least opportune times. We were watching a friends boxer puppy, Bella. The dog was dumber than a box of rocks and I took deep offense that at six months old she still didn’t know her own name. My betrothed and I were working with her on that as well as leash manners, so we walked her frequently.
On our way home from a walk I looked across the street and saw a cat. My betrothed didn’t need to ask, it was simply a given that faced with a cat I’d go say hello, so they waited with Bella as I crossed the road.
As I approached the cat several things caught my attention. The first was that he wasn’t wearing a collar. The second was that his coat was greasy and disheveled- this was not a cat that was thriving if he didn’t have energy to groom. The third thing was that he was way too skinny, with bones jutting out from his shabby coat.
The fourth thing I noticed was that this cat was a purebred Bengal.
Now, I understand that it’s suspect to identify cats as bengals. Many people see tabbies and call them bengals. But as a teenager I became obsessed with these cats and went on a hyper obsessive deep dive. I spent hours reading about them, looking at pictures, and dreaming about Bengal cats.
The cat in front of me had unmistakable rosettes, the narrow frame, piercing eyes, and from a very rough estimation probably cost thousands of dollars. There was no world in which he should be wandering my neighborhood with no collar and his ribs jutting out.
Which all led me to one conclusion. He was lost.
The second I realized that it was over. It wasn’t a matter of thinking the situation through it was a simple conclusion: he was lost so I would help him by any means necessary.
This sweet cat showed he was friendly and trotted right over to greet me. I pet him and tentatively went for a lift. He did not care for that. Suddenly we were tussling, and it was instantly clear to me that he was going to stay lost if I couldn’t restrain him, so we pitted all our wiles against each other and at one point I had him agonizingly by just a toe but I refused to let go and finally I had him in my arms, one hand scruffing him and the other supporting his weight.
That’s when I noticed a couple things. There was blood dripping down my elbow. Across the street Bella was going crazy barking and pulling toward me and the cat. And my betrothed was giving me an agonized look.
Without a word they started power walking Bella back to our house. I followed at a slower pace, keeping my grip on this poor lost cat.
It was a warm summer afternoon and several neighbors were out chatting. They saw the circus parade of my betrothed dragging a yelping puppy and me following holding a screaming cat.
Oh yeah. So I forgot to mention. Bengals are not normal cats. They’re bred back with a wild cat and their vocalizations are on a completely different level. The cat in my arms wasn’t meowing or yowling. Instead he was making one long continuous eldritch wailing, oscillating in rage and distress.
My neighbors saw this, me, stonefaced carrying a cat who was casting evil spells with his voice, blood dripping down my arm, while a puppy frantically fought my betrothed to reach us, and they laughed.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more offended that no one offered any assistance, but it was fine. I knew I could count on my betrothed. I slowed my steps slightly again when I saw my betrothed round our corner. I knew they would kennel the puppy and bring a cat crate for me.
Sure enough, I rounded the corner and they had our door open, crate at the ready. I popped the Bengal into the carrier and we shut him into the bathroom.
Then I looked at my shaking, bloody hand. He’s scraped his back claws up me and it wasn’t deep but I was bleeding heavily. Then I looked at my betrothed and started to cry.
They held me while I had a panic attack and helped me thoroughly peroxide my cuts.
“That was so brave, weren’t you scared to grab him?” they asked me.
Truly, no. I think to be brave or scared you need to actually conceptualize what you’re doing and I hadn’t. I saw a cat that needed help, and then there wasn’t options, I just acted.
They asked what my plan was and I didn’t have one. Where would we put him, in a home with three other cats and a puppy? I don’t know. I just grabbed him.
We ended up calling a friend who’s special interest is dog rescue. She brought her chip reader and a huge dog crate we could keep him in overnight with a disposable little box, food, and water.
He’d been summoning demons behind the bathroom door the whole time, making sounds previously confined to various netherworlds but she bravely uncaged him to read if he had a chip. No, to my surprise. It also turned out he was a love machine despite the ghastly sounds.
We loved on him and gave him small portions of food every fifteen minutes so he didn’t eat himself sick.
The next day we brought him to the local pet rescue, after I called ahead to warn them I was bringing in a Bengal. The lady had a very blasé attitude about this claim, clearly used to people claiming every lost tabby was a rare cat breed.
When she pulled him out of the crate she exclaimed, “Oh my god, it is a Bengal!”
“That’s what I promised. One whole ass Bengal.”
We said our goodbyes to the sweet man, and the posted him on the website as a found pet. He was picked up by his family two days later. I’ll never know how he escaped but I’m certain his family was so grateful to have him returned.
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Garry: hmph.
Bluma: no, Garrett. no paw patrol ever again. you have no power over what we watch anymore, we made a deal.
WG: hey you two
WG: thought you weren’t on speaking terms with Garry. ''for a hundred years and two eternities''
Bluma: he promised to behave for the rest of the day
Garry: ye!
Bluma: and… he's my brother. and it's just cookies anyways
WG: wow. if lucas ate my cookies he'd wake up on a air mattress in a fast flowing river road to Oasis Springs
Bluma: [knits aggresively]
WG: sigh well since im the best uncle in the world i solved the cookie situation
Bluma: did you bake for us?
Door knocking
WG: you wish
Caleb: oh my gorgeous niece i missed you so so SO much!!
Bluma: mmhm! me too uncle caleb
Morgyn: so, tell me, what else did this little creature do?
WG: ate stuff, air crawled
WG: was overall very creepy?
Bluma: i can live without your cookies, my ego is intact,
Caleb: sweetheart you got your mom's lying tone
Morgyn: …that’s all? You made it big and terrible over the phone
WG: yeah what do you want me to do. Wait for him to eat Maggie?
Morgyn: oh, sweetheart. He doesn’t even have fangs yet.
WG: doesn't need ones
Morgyn: hm. how cute.
WG scoffs
#ts4#ts4 story#munch#pretty uncles to the (alleged ) rescue#wolfgang munch#bluma vatore#garry vatore#caleb vatore#morgyn ember#maggie the cat
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#fanart#art#godzilla#kaiju#my friend and i were talking abt godzilla#and at one point i go “godzilla is like those stray cat sad rescue stories”
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Veterinarian! Ghost and Animal Rescuer! Soap (I am projecting)
At Soap’s rescue, he gets a shit tonne of animals with lots of chronic and undiagnosed health issues, so naturally he takes them to the vet to get them checked out, diagnostics, the lot.
He’s in the waiting room with one of the cats, Anubis, who is struggling to pee, and they need to find out why. Could it be Cystitis? Could it be bladder stones? Either way, this cat needs bloods and scans doing before John can even think about putting him up for adoption.
A few minutes goes by and he’s putting his finger through the bars so Anubis can rub his head against it, and suddenly a deep, gruff mancunian voice startles him out of his thoughts.
“Anubis?”
John looks up. This is the most attractive man he’s ever seen. The vet gives him a soft smile as John stands up with the carrier, before taking him through to the first clinical room.
“My name is Dr Simon Riley, and you are?”
“A’hm John.”
“Pleasure to meet you John, and of course this must be Anubis.”
“Damn richt, he’s bin causing me sae many issues lately, it's a guid job ah love him.”
This caused Simon to laugh, as John caught another look and studied the man’s face. Not too many scars, but enough that it looks sexy.
“So what’s the problem with him?”
“He’s bin struggling tae urinate. I’ve managed tae hulp him dae it manually bit a'm wanting' tae make sure we kin treat it properly so he kin git adopted.”
“Ah I see, so because he’s been able to urinate manually we can rule out Bladder stones, but we would probably need to do some scans and maybe an a ultrasound to study the shape of the bladder.”
John nods dumbly whilst looking into the eyes of this hot vet. He’s definitely taking it all in for Anubis’ sake, but God he needs to get this vet assigned to his case immediately.
After the consultation where they booked an ultrasound in for next week, John shifts to the front desk.
“Cuid ah have Dr Riley assigned tae mah cat’s case? A'm feelin' like it wid be easier if we hud th' identical vet juist so that Anubis gets familiar 'n' so that information doesn’t git muddled.”
“Of course, sir.”
#long story short#they fall in love over their shared love for this cat#and eventually#they both adopt Anubis into their family#and John continues to run the rescue along side Simon#so cute#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#cod mw2#veterinary au
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Y'all would not believe the situations I can put ocs in. Rotate them in my brain microwave.
#jasper rambles#the current sleeping fanfic is my witcher oc gwenna getting attacked by bandits and left for dead only to be rescued by her bestie eskel#and then upon the healer saving her life they realize they gotta head up to kaer morhen Now before the ppath gets too risky w the weather#and gwenna can't reasonably get up. luckily guess who just arrived on their way to kaer morhen? lambert and aiden. eskel is distrustful but#gwenna is like “so THIS is Lambert's cat” and lambert is fake grumpy abt it and then they all bond getting up the mountain and despite lambe#rts grumbling hes prolly abt as worried as eskel abt gwennas wellbeing bc unfortunately hes grown to see this woman as family over the last#decade plus of her wintering with them. aiden and gwenna bond so easily and trade stories and such. they get up the mountain and lambert and#aiden get a moment to breathe before vesemirs intereogation bc he can tell gwenna is injured. she brushes it off by telling him he can give#her a full check up AFTER theyre all settled in. by this point vesemir keeps supplies that are more specifically for helping humans on hand#thanks to her first ever winter w them in which she broke her leg. i just. love them so much <3#no clue where it falls on any sort of canon timeline. books or show. but 🤷#i think itd be cute if gwenna is there the winter geralt brings ciri up for the first time
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Can't believe this creature is over 18. Not only that but aside from some arthritis and being incredibly round (because my dad won't stop spoiling her with extra feedings) she's in almost perfect health??
Have some Ashallah pics, enjoy this screaming creature
#we share a bday actually#down to the hour on the actual day#however i am 5 years older than this little freak#cats#cats of tumblr#siamese#i have STORIES about her#she was a fucking DEVIL when she was younger bc she was really badly socializes#socialized*#we rescued her from a... bad house to put it lightly after her father tried to kill her#the other kittens were taken in by others as well#but the father didnt try to kill any of em for whatever reason so they were able to stay for the proper time#we got her at 4 weeks. we didnt know how to socialize a kitten.#she was a demon#as she and i both got older i started to properly socialize her#now she cuddles and is a lap cat when before she attached herself to my face w her claws#im proud of her in her old age#just wish she would stop shitting under my futon when im away from home overnight.#(thats not a health thing or even an anxiety thing. she just is a dick who needs me to know#that she's NOT happy that i LEFT her ALONE ALL NIGHT as if my dad doesn't fuckin live here too)#menace of a cat id cry if anything bad happened to her so hard
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A little something like this, right?
#From memory for the most part#I've drawn these characters more times than I expected 😂#I cheated and fixed a few things when I went to pick colors (and then didn't even use them)#Idk I felt nostalgic and decided to crank out a few bugs#Lesse... What stories do I got. It's been a while so I have quite the selection#Oh jdbdjvskhff my dog died from cancer of all things. Like seriously what the heck#While we were recovering I jokingly mentioned something about getting another rescue dog#Within the WEEK we had a pomeranian in our house. A pomeranian. 16 pounds. Pomeranian.#See the reason I mentioned it at all was to give our other dog- Tiger the 11(?) yr old maltipoo- company in his twilight years.#You know. Maybe another old pooch like Lucky that was chill and kind#And now we have Rudy aka SPITFIRE#He's fun though! I like him. He's always smiling and it warms my heart. I swear I can walk out of the house for an hour#and he'll greet my like I've been gone for years every single time#What else. Oh lol so I'm taking care of my neighbor's house for two weeks#A wwwk in and the cat decides to RUN OFF. In the middle of a THUNDERSTORM.#36 hrs later and I'm like aight this isn't great#After posting notices online etc I was sitting around and thought to myself something kinda dumb#See he likes listening to me play on their grand piano. They never use it but I do and the cat always lays at my feet while I jam#So I thought... what if I pied piper the cat home. So I threw open all the doors#And played for oh idk 20 min?#CAT WALKS IN. SITS ON THE FLOOR BESIDES ME#Cats. I stg#Eh that's all for now I'm sleeby#hollow knight#art tag#See ya!
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I'd love to see more of Request #5 if you're up to it, where Hero loses their memory
The kindness of a stranger pt.2
Part one
A hand grabbed them by their shoulder, a strong grip twisted Teammate around, not needlessly harsh but firm enough not to allow them much fight, less even when taken by surprise.
The night was quiet in the mountains, that was certain, some night birds and some cicadas were the only sounds, and it felt like a mockery then, how quickly the calm was brought back to that side of the hills, when in the other, right across the kilometres long crater, their team kept searching, kept looking for the place Teammate stood then, such a quiet, picturesque cottage, not a high security base, not a complex meant to keep someone as powerful as Hero in.
Teammate laughed at themselves as they turned to face the other, flowers on the windows, bread still warm over the table, candle and fireplace light illuminating the room.
Of course they could not get to the location, they were looking for something completely different.
A blade was held to their throat.
“What do you want here?”
Hero.
In their eyes fear was prevalent, their pupils dilated, perhaps because of the darkness still in the room, perhaps because of the adrenaline of having a stranger break in their home, but Teammate was no stranger, and they needed to make them remember such.
The blade pushed closer.
“I mean no harm, I promise Hero,” they rushed to say.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, all right,” Teammate answered, thinking for a moment “[Civilian Name]...?”
Skin broke under the edge, warm liquid trickling to stain their jacket.
“And how the hell do you know that?”
The door didn’t make a sound as it opened.
“Because I know you, you were friends,” they gulped “we are friends. You disappeared and we had no idea where you were. Leader hasn’t stopped looking for you.”
“That is exactly what Villain said you would say.”
“Villain was the one who took you!”
“Why would I ever?”
“Villain!”
“I leave for a moment and look what happens, I knew your little crew only meant problems,” they sighed, extending a hand forward as the other looked for something in their back pocket “Come here sweetheart, we don’t know what they could do.”
When the blade left their throat, a thin like left behind as a proof it was there, Teammate swallowed back the bile rising in their throat, get a hold of their shaking legs.
Hero had demonstrated being a powerful enemy that evening, capable of more than they had ever shown in their team, but of course, fear was a capable booster, and when surviving was a compelling reason to let control slip, protecting, for Hero, Teammate reasoned, was an even stronger one.
When they reached Villain’s side, the blade slipped from their hand.
“I don’t know what they’ve done to you, Villain’s been targeting you for months, and we didn't give it the importance we should have, and I’m sorry.” Teammate said, looking for something, anything, they could use as a weapon as the threat of the criminal grew with their impatience. “But please try to make sense of all of this, how on Earth did you end up here? Who even are them? We need you, you’re valuable to our team, but we’re looking to save you right now, please believe me, please…”
Teammate fell with a thud. They never saw the dart flying from the corner of the room.
“Oh my what a mess,” Villain complained, brushing their hair off their face “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Hero nodded.
Villain reached for their face, their index finger holding their chin up as the thumb stoked their lips.
“It’s okay, you handled them well until I arrived,” they sighed “but now we need to move somewhere safe, we don’t know what they’re capable of.”
“But you said we had to stay here in case my family…”
“I know what I said, love,” Villain cut off “but these people are dangerous, I don’t know what they’d do to get you know that they know about your power.”
Hero gazed down, nodding, feeling as the other mobed their hands to cup their face, lifting it back up, meeting their eyes.
“I hope you know how deeply I care about you, I just want to keep you safe,” they declared, their breath hitting close to Hero’s face “I know you’re confused, but trust me when I tell you only I have your best interest in mind.”
Soft, careful hands brushed a tear from Hero’s face, they didn't even know they were crying.
“Do you trust me?”
Hero nodded.
“Say it to me.”
“I trust you, Villain.” they swallowed.
But then why did a holiday cottage have darts in its security system?
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I found a cat under a truck in the rain, last week was full of vet trips for vaccines and all that stuff because my mom can't say no to rescued cats.
(Btw I also think it's a good time to remind you that English it's not my first language, please tell me if I make any mistakes).
Hope you like it!
#hero x hero#hero x villain#villain x hero#hero/villain#hero and villain#heroes and villains#villain/hero#villain and hero#villains and heroes#amnesiac hero#cats in the rain#actually second cat I rescue#first was gifted to me by the police lol#I was staying in the same highway hotel as them and they were taking care of them#my writing#creative writing#short story#writing wip#hero#writing snippet#wips#villain
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Meet one of my boys!
Meet Tom! (Tabby Tom, Tom Cat, Tom Tom Tomasso Tomato Sauce, Happy Sack o' Potatoes)
This fella popped up outside my place later 2022, when the weather was starting to get cold. He came back by a few times for food and once I placed a shelter out there he began hanging around more. Eventually he showed up with a clipped ear, having been trapped, neutered, and released. It was after this he started coming close to me, meowing to be petted and even following me on walks to the mailbox and back.
At the time I had 3 cats and couldn't really bring him in, so I kept two clean, warm shelters on the porch for him and we got through the winter. By then he trusted me so much he would cry for me to come out and cuddle with him. Then March 31st, 2023, we had severe storms moving in with risk of tornadoes, so I said screw it, emptied out the laundry room as best I could and got him inside with one of his outdoor shelters.
He took to Dad right away, and after sorting out that one of my other cats was too violent and needed to be in a single pet household (I found him a lovely new home with an elderly woman) Tom became a permanant part of the family. He adores Max and Middy, playing with Middy all the time, and he squeaks for his food or cuddles.
He loves his belly rubs and chin scritches.
Hanging with his bro, Middy.
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[Image Description: Digital art of Swiftpaw and Brightheart from Warrior Cats, shown before and after the dog attack. Both of them are alive but Swiftpaw has lost his front leg, Brightpaw has lost her right eye and ear, and they both are heavily scarred across the rest of their bodies as well. The art is signed "Tundra Echos 1-2024." End Image Description.]
More SkyClan AU stuff. Well, Brightheart doesn't really change much in the AU, but I felt like drawing both of them.
Snakerocks is on SkyClan's territory, and SkyClan figured out what was going on a lot earlier than ThunderClan did. They still had to figure out what to do about it, though, and in the meantime the dogs were still ravaging multiple clan's territories.
Just like in canon, these two disgruntled ThunderClan apprentices took it upon themselves to prove their worth by dealing with the dogs themselves. They snuck across the border to Snakerocks, but thankfully were saved by a SkyClan patrol before either of them were killed. They were still severely wounded of course, so they were brought back to SkyClan camp where the medicine cats managed to nurse them back to health.
#warriors#warrior cats#swiftpaw#brightheart#au: skyclan never left#there's more to their story after they're rescued but i plan on making a comic about it at some point#well i PLAN on doing a whole fic which will include these events but not the specific scene i have in mind for the comic#also i changed my brightheart design because why the hell not
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My cat will not let me touch him when i’m awake/during the day. But when i’m asleep/going asleep hes extremely affectionate. Sometimes i’ll wake up with him almost wrapped around my neck purring in my ear. But once I get up for the day he’s his normal ‘no physical touch’ self.
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I have the laziest and fattest cat in the world (not archaeology kitty). He won’t walk up to his food if it’s 10 cm too far from where he’s sitting, you have to place it right in front of him. He doesn’t scream for you to open the door. He’ll wait ‘till he knows you saw him sitting there and then he’ll miauw once.
The one time I try to save a recently nest leaving chick (I think a sparrow) this bastard of a pet suddenly has the grace, speed and agility of a fucking jaguar to work his ass up the 2 meter high hedge and catch the chick.
I managed to take it from him but it died in my hands. I know it’s nature and stuff but I’m disappointed, mad and stunned that this harmless creature died in my hands.
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is there a FUCKING reason I keep finding animals on the road??
#pom ponders#rescue story#be me on the way to see a movie with my bestie#and we see an old dog limping in the road#so we stop and i ran out to grab her and pull her out of the street#bestie pulls up and we call the police because we can't take the dog home with us for various reasons#we go to the adoption center and the officer comes and we get dog set up in a kennel#but dude first the cat now this dog#why does this keep happening to me lol
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Priya Tiger - Date of Birth 12/20/03 - Female Arrived at Big Cat Rescue on 11/17/16
Excerpts from her Bio written in 2016 - Priya was born at Big Cats of Serenity Springs on 12/20/03 and had 4 cubs by Charaka Tiger on 3/14/10 while still at Serenity Springs. Charaka was neutered a year later and it is unknown how many cubs they may have had before this known litter, or if she was bred to other males after Charaka was fixed. There was considerable overcrowding at the tiger breeding mill, and Charaka may have been neutered to try and prevent him from fighting with new males who were housed with them.
Priya and Charaka had been used as breeding stock for the pay-to-play schemes at Big Cats of Serenity Springs and elsewhere. Cubs were frequently transferred both in and out to GW Zoo, Jungle Safari AKA The Zoo, Wildlife in Need, Dirk Arthur’s magic act, Tanganyika Wildlife Park, Hanson Exotics, T.I.G.E.R.S., and others.
Read this in-depth investigation done by Tigers in America and the International Fund for Animal Welfare about Priya and Charaka before they arrived here.
The day after her arrival she was rushed into the onsite Windsong Memorial Hospital to be evaluated by Dr. Justin Boorstein, Dr. Liz Wynn, Dr. Tammy Miller, and Dr. Bard. Priya was sedated and examined due to her extended belly, inappetence, crankiness, and inability to lay comfortably on her side without a back leg sticking straight out in the air.
The vets did X-rays and then exploratory surgery and said it was a hydrometra. Here’s what I could find in laymen’s terms to describe what that is: Uterine Dropsy (Hydrometra) This is an accumulation of fluid in the womb, caused by inflammation and constitutional debility. During the first months, the symptoms resemble those of pregnancy; but by touching the neck of the womb, and pressing the tumor, fluctuation of fluids is felt. The menses are usually suppressed, and general debility will appear if the disease continues. The patient may die from exhaustion, or the walls of the womb may be ruptured from the pressure of the fluid, causing fatal peritonitis.
Priya was fortunate to be one of the early cats to be moved out of Serenity Springs to a facility that was capable of discerning her distress and acting quickly. You can all be proud to have been part of the team who saved her life.
Dec 12 2016 Update - Priya Tiger is back out in the wooden deck section near tigers and is eating and taking her meds. She seems calm and we are cautiously optimistic about a full recovery.
Cats are amazing! Their ability to heal themselves, and others, is beyond compare. Priya Tigress arrived with a 20 lb infection in her uterine horns and we removed it the next day, but her infection was resistant to the array of antibiotics we tried. Her body was so seeped in the bacteria that her stitches could not hold and she had to undergo surgery again to seal the wound. Meanwhile, the bacteria were cultured and we found a better antibiotic for it and began treatment.
Priya did better, and we thought she was healing because she was no longer seeping from the incision and her appetite and temperament improved immensely. However, a week before she was to be released back to her earthen floored enclosure, keepers noted a pink slit in the stitches. Due to her baggy belly folding on either side of the gap, it was hard to get a photo of it to see the extent. Priya seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable and began to refuse food unless coaxed extensively.
I noticed a change in her sleeping habits. She began to sleep on her back, with her legs splayed wide. It gave me a better opportunity to get a photo of the opening incision, which led our vet team to decide that surgery was again needed to close the wound. What I didn’t know at the time was Priya’s wisdom in dealing with her own injury.
We went into surgery thinking it would be a minor issue of putting in a couple of stitches to close the gap again, but what Dr. Justin Boorstein saw, made him say that her prognosis of survival was not good. He was clearly distressed when he saw that the tissues had separated to the point that air was seeping into the open layer between her skin and her muscle. When he invited me to touch her skin and feel the crackling of it, as the air was compressed beneath my touch, I was horrified. I’d never felt anything so foreign to the feel of a sleekly muscled and furred cat.
The air and any impurity in it were filling her body and making it even harder for the antibiotics to work; making it harder for Priya to call on her own immune system to heal. Then it dawned on me that she was laying on her back to try and force the air back out, through the hole in her belly where it had entered. There was no other way out. Standing, sitting or laying in a normal cat load style would not help her express the air that was building up under her skin and causing her so much discomfort. How amazing!
The surgery lasted about an hour and a half and by the end, Dr. Boorstein was somewhat more encouraged that she may survive. During the first repair, the week or so after her original surgery, he could reach his arms into the gap up to his elbows. Now he could only reach into his wrists. She was healing, but ever so slowly. He also found the tissue to be healthier than he had expected, so there is a good reason to think it can bond fully this time. Only time will tell, but thanks to our expert vets, on-site hospital, excellent equipment, and the loving care of the volunteers, Priya has a good chance of living a long healthy life at Big Cat Rescue.
Fast Forward to 2022 - Priya is still at Big Cat Rescue and truly loves her big enclosure that has big dens, clearings, a little forest area, and access to play in Tiger Lake. Watch her on an amazing live streaming Explore webcam at BigCatCams.com
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I do not understand any of the chatter abt this story being 'undeserving' of Indy or whatever like. it was so good. truly like... as a continuation of the story of this (fictional) man. to say goodbye to this franchise. it was just. it felt like such a beautiful goodbye to this beloved (fictional) man and respectful tbh of all the movies before and all the love that was there for them and the whole history of who Indy was. and who he became as we watched him go on these adventures and 🥰🥹
#look. I will never shut up abt how much I love Indiana Jones. truly I do not know a franchise I love as much and Indy. there isn't one.#it's just super special to me and always will be and I'm gonna be *forever* grateful that#this is how we get to say goodbye to the franchise and Indy and the whole story and ~universe~ if you will#and I get *why* Harrison Ford has said he felt good abt it cause it's like. it has real human emotion at the core of it.#it was just such a good and respectful way to say goodbye I feel. and now I'm crying for real like fuck man#these movies have meant *so* much to me like *SO* much#I named my beloved baby cat we rescued off the street after Indy like. they have meant the *world* to me#and I'm fine I'm so fine I'm so normal abt Indiana Jones 🙃#I'm logging off for a while now so I don't alienate the last few ppl brave enough to still follow me#cause I know I'm like a human disaster mess bullshit rn sooooooo ✌️😘#erin explains it all
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