Lize Muller 🐳

Animal rights activist, networker, cetacean activist, Thalassophile, rescuer and cat slave 🇿🇦🇺🇦

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@DrTOMontgomery I have no words 💔 I honestly don’t know how we can stop this.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@SarahjevsEvans I need you to know, that I’m rather allergic to X but I follow animal rights and rescues because, that’s what I do. You know how I found you thanks to Barry and Flash ❤️ I can’t ever express my gratitude telling you how you keep me going.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@ThrillaRilla369 No.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@SarahjevsEvans None of this bodes well for the future. You need to believe me. I have had the worst inflicted on me, by my own. I also care for 67 feral cats. We are screwed.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@visiontactical @GoodThingsGuy @bonglez @TheRealClementM @Abramjee @CityofJoburgZA @DadaMorero @NSPCA_SA @RK_Gazette @PublicSafetyMMC @pmcafrica Thank you for your compassion and fast action, you saved a life today and that, makes you simply awesome; no matter if it was human of animal. You rock.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

While nobody was looking, an octopus escaped its enclosure for the first time in three years and crawled all the way back to the ocean.

On June 2, 2025, an aquarium known for its fish, seahorses, and colorful tanks had one main attraction people always came to see. The octopus.

Visitors loved him because he would reach out, grab onto people, and sometimes refuse to let go until a worker offered him a snack to return to the tank.
For years, everyone thought it was amazing.

But after CCTV footage showed the same octopus slipping out of his enclosure and crawling across the floor toward the dock, people started looking at those old moments differently.

Maybe he wasn’t being playful. Maybe every time he held onto someone, he was trying to leave.

Staff used to lure him back with food, and people online began saying the snacks may have been the only thing keeping him from chasing the one thing he really wanted.

Freedom.

One day, while the aquarium was quiet, the octopus found a way out, slipped past the tanks, and made it all the way back toward the water.

The clip went viral because it didn’t look like a random escape. It looked like something he had been waiting three years to do.

Months later, the aquarium faced heavy backlash after visitors started raising concerns about the way the animals were being kept.

But by then, the octopus was already gone.

For three years, people thought he was reaching for attention, but maybe he was reaching for the ocean.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Bear in Russia was seen waiting at a bus stop… waiting for someone to get off the bus.

At 8 in the morning, a woman was walking toward the bus stop when she saw a bear standing there like it was another passenger waiting for the next ride. At first, she froze.

The woman kept her distance, confused and a little afraid, until the bus finally pulled up. That’s when everything made sense.

The driver stepped down, reached into his bag, and handed the bear a piece of his sandwich.

The bear took it gently, ate it, and stayed near the bus stop for a while as the driver got back on the bus.

When the woman finally asked what was going on, the driver smiled and said the bear had been showing up for almost a month.

He had first seen it digging through the trash near that same stop, looking hungry, so he gave it part of his lunch. After that, the bear started coming back every morning, waiting for the one person who had been kind to it.

People online called it strange, but the woman said she understood. Because in some places, a bear at a bus stop is terrifying.

In Russia, it might just be waiting for its friend.

[🅶🅾🆁🅺 @Raclure03]

Cette dame ira au paradis des chats 🥹🥹😭

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@SarahjevsEvans He adores you ♥

[Crazy Videos 🔞 @CrazyyHub]

These guys must have a death wish or something 💀

[Allen Braden @allen_explains]

Your iPhone camera is worse than a $400 Android phone.

Not because of the hardware.

Because Apple ships it with settings designed for people who don't give a damn about photo quality.

I changed 7 settings yesterday and my photos went from looking like screenshots to actual photography.

Same lens.
Same phone.
Night and day difference.

Here's what nobody tells you: ⤵️

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Keith went to church yesterday. Inside the church, during the service.

The churchyard he has done many times, on his usual east-to-west grid, a standing Sunday booking the Reverend makes and Steve objects to on principle. Yesterday he did the churchyard, and then, with the east section tidy and the morning still young, he found the south porch propped open for the early service and went in.

The ten o'clock was, by the time Keith arrived in the nave, approximately at the second hymn.

Accounts vary on the exact moment the congregation noticed. Most agree it was during "All Things Bright and Beautiful," which several present later judged poorly timed. By the third verse there was an Anglo-Nubian goat standing in the centre aisle, assessing the building with the calm professional eye of a surveyor who has been called in about damp.

He did not panic. A church is, to Keith, simply a large stone field with excellent acoustics and an unusual quantity of flowers. He worked it methodically. He sampled the arrangement on the south windowsill, found it acceptable, and moved on. He considered the green altar frontal at length and, to the visible relief of the churchwardens, declined it. He ate precisely one rose, thorns and all, from a pedestal near the font, the way a man tries a single olive at a party to confirm a suspicion about the host.

The Reverend, to his enormous credit, did not stop the service. When the hymn reached "all creatures great and small," he gave the smallest nod toward the goat in the aisle, and the congregation, being rural and unsurprised by very much, sang on. Mrs Pelham, eighty-one, in the second pew, reached out and scratched Keith behind the ears as he passed. Keith permitted it. Keith permits very little. Mrs Pelham has dined out on it all weekend.

Steve was in the fourth pew. Steve and Keith made eye contact. Nothing was said, because nothing is ever said, but a great deal was understood. Steve did not sing the rest of the hymn.

Keith left during the notices, which is when most of the congregation would have left if they could, and was found by Dave in the lane outside, eating cow parsley, with the unhurried air of an animal who has done a thorough job and is ready for his lift.

Dave's log, Sunday: "He got into the church. I do not want to discuss how. The Reverend says he is welcome any time, which I am fairly sure was a joke. I have written it in the Ecclesiastical column regardless, in case it was not."

The flowers are tidy.

The roses are down one.

The Reverend has Dave's number, and now, apparently, an open invitation.

Keith is thinking about Harvest.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@Kayfunnnnn @firearmvideos EVACUATING

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

The man who groomed Hector and rode him through years of his service still comes to see him. Not as a one-off, not as a tidy bow on the end of the story, but regularly, whenever leave and the long drive allow, which is more often than you would expect of a busy man visiting a horse he no longer owns.

He never announces himself. He does not need to. Hector knows the note of that engine in the lane before the car is in sight, and by the time the man is out of it the old horse is at the rail, head up, ears forward, nickering across the field in the low private rumble he keeps for the few he has decided are his own. The man heard it on a hundred cold London mornings before the parades. It still goes through him every time.

For years this man mucked him out, fed him, polished his coat to black glass, and rode him down the Mall through the bands and the crowds and the saluting guns, the two of them holding the line while half a tonne of flight animal trusted a soldier to tell it the world was not ending. You do not unmake a partnership like that by handing in your kit. It goes quiet for a while, and then a car turns into a lane in Denbighshire and picks up where it left off.

They stand at the rail a long time. The man talks. Hector leans his great head into the familiar hands, content in a way he is for nobody else. There is nothing to do and nowhere to be, which is the whole point of the visit, and both of them know it.

In the background, Nelson is being Nelson.

He has assessed the reunion, judged it no concern of his, and noted that the visitor's arrival has usefully coincided with the good hay being left unguarded. He is already at it. At some point the man comes over and scratches him at the base of the ears, because Nelson has established over several visits that this is the toll, and he means to be paid. He accepts it as his due and does not look up from the hay.

Then the man goes back to Hector, and the two old soldiers stand a while longer in the quiet.

He always stays longer than he meant to, and always has to leave in the end. Hector watches the car to the turn in the lane, and then, because he is a horse who has finally learned that the people who matter come back, he puts his head down and grazes, beside a donkey who never doubted it for a second and did not look up from the hay to confirm it.

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@ClownWorld Men are women. WTF?!

[Stu thats all you get🇺🇸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @Boldyboy1975]

Get tested guys x

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@ThrillaRilla369 Omg, already a fan 🤣 I have a cracker to share 🤣

[Lize Muller 🐳 @MullerLize]

@mooseandmouse Your post popped up out of nowhere; we have not ‘met’ 🥺 I need to say that I’m so profoundly sorry for the loss of your Cathie 💔 Know that she’s with you, in your heart, forever. Untouchable and always near.

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

Josie, the legendary lioness from Addo Elephant National Park in South Afric, who defied the typical "death sentence" of blindness for predators, surviving for roughly five years without sight.

Her two daughters, Dawn and Duffy, acted as her "eyes". They guided her through the bush with soft contact calls, protected her from scavengers, and ensured she fed first after hunts.

Even more striking, she lived to approximately 17 years old, significantly exceeding the average wild lion lifespan of 14–15 years.