I am just going to do my usual humiliating begging for free retweets to get help. I was out until 2AM this morning to get the last 2 of the litter to safety without a plan in place, but my heart. I grieve the 4 siblings that so many saw daily, did nothing that lost their lives in a painful tragic way💔 It was just a matter of time for these 2 to meet the same fate. Mother and 2 babies were trapped and taken at the crack of dawn to vet for initial vet visits. 4 weeks-16 lives😴, no foster, no help from my neighborhood community, not even an expression of joy…
PLEASE RETWEET 🙏. I ask for help and I follow through…
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Kittens are named! Say hello to torties Cassandra & Pandora (so many boxes in her future), tuxie girl Daphne, orange tabby Zephyr, and tuxie boy Zeus. (Zeus is going to get a tiny dab of paint on his ear in the next day or so, because he and Daphne look SO much alike.)
A lot of people are confused by the concept of “cat years" so here's a little guide:
0-1 years - just a little baby
1-3 years - just a little baby
4-9 years - just a little baby
10+ years - just a little baby
My real problem is that I am very perceptive... I have a very keen eye that enables me to see the smallest details... that no one else notices... I read the coldness of messages... and understand the hidden meaning behind what is happening... I see the endings clearly... while others are still at the beginnings...
The war made us forever wary... I will never forget the harshness of those days that made us wary...
During the first famine we went through, yes, I suffered, and I even ate animal feed... Do you know why I suffered so much?..
During the first famine, my mind couldn't believe that such a profound sense of betrayal existed in the world... Yes, I was wrong. I smiled and continued...
But a year later, during the second famine, I received a warning and realized that the world had let us down before and would do so again..
There were situations that proved there intentions, and then I had to prepare. I stored food for myself and the cats. I bought seeds and planted the garden, and I was able to withstand the famine and wasn't greatly affected by the second famine...
And now there are indications that tell me to prepare for the coming days..
Tonight, quadcopter drones entered our street and opened fire indiscriminately on people...
They widened the yellow line and seized more land from Gaza. Now the nearest point to the yellow line is 1.5 km away from me, which is about 1 mile...
Disarmament negotiations are very stalled..
The war on Iran is over, but unfortunately the agreement does not include Gaza...
Much of what is happening confirms that we are heading towards difficult times...
That's why I need to be prepared and I need to have learned a lesson from what we went through before... I need to stock up on supplies for the cats... because honestly, if anything happens, they won't allow any food for the animals..
Your support helped me overcome the second famine... and I'm sure you'll stand with me to stockpile supplies for the cats
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I am very grateful for your direct support in covering my medical expenses and daily food at this time.
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There are 17 cats who survived the genocide in Gaza with me, and they need your help, my friends..
I am very grateful to you for everything.
People always ask me “how do you develop taste?” And I say “go to the niche telephone museum and study the origin of buttons and don’t be a little bitch”
Skittles: Hello Everyone, it’s a peaceful and relaxing #CatBoxSunday here on the Catico as I stretch out my Paws and Send Purrs and Meditations of Peace, Love, Compassion, Happiness, and Hope to all of Furrends.
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The estimate for either surgery is between $5700- $7000.
All of this, because someone couldn’t control their rage toward a cat who has proven to be nothing but sweet, affectionate, and forgiving.
Tomorrow he is scheduled for surgery and if all goes well, he will need a foster.
I'm sorry, Luca… 💔
I'm sorry that hunger has worn down your little body like this,
And I'm sorry that humanity has become so scarce when you need help the most.
You didn't deserve to suffer like this… 🐾💔
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mon boulito est mort, je l’avais recueilli il y a 10 mois après des années dans la rue, avec des problèmes de santé, j’ai le cœur brisé, je suis reconnaissante qu’il ait pu connaître ce que c’est d’être aimé avant de partir, paix à ton âme mon petit gros, je ne t’oublierai jamais