I just listened to some of the most horrific testimony imaginable, and even some of it was new to me.
I could just about hold it together.
Unfortunately, I would genuinely like to understand why the ICRC, after receiving an invitation, decided not to attend the event on Russian war crimes in Kyiv. Many officials and dignitaries made the time to be there.
Please contact me, because I would welcome a statement, although I’ll be writing to you anyway.
I didn’t see you during my captivity, and I didn’t see you here. According to many former prisoners, they didn’t see you either.
My account is constantly being spammed by cat haters.
Why would anyone hate cats?🤷♀️
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If you believe cats are innocent, please repost this or at least like it.💟
💥 Ukraine’s drone campaign is now hitting the heart of Russia’s war economy.
Major refineries across central Russia have reportedly suspended or reduced production after recent strikes, impacting roughly a quarter of Russia’s refining capacity and over 30% of gasoline production.
Moscow already banned gasoline exports through until July.
JD Vance saying nobody has done more for Ukraine than Trump is absolute bollocks.
Trump froze military aid before he was even in office, his camp has pushed to cut support ever since, humanitarian aid was pulled costing thousands of jobs and shutting projects down, and sanctions pressure on Russian oil has now been eased multiple times, allowing Putin to rake in billions for the war effort.
He has also repeatedly regurgitated Kremlin talking points almost verbatim, while members of his orbit were reportedly engaging with Zelensky’s political opposition.
New arrival at Bradford Cat Watch Rescue and Sanctuary.
Despite a couple of days ago, me stating that I couldn't take any more complex cases at this time , I couldn't leave poor Frankie helpless.
Its a complex story so bear with me.
"Grandma, please bake me pliatsky (homemade pastries) and cookies..."
The first call of a Ukrainian Defender who returned home today from Russian captivity to his family.
They are both crying.
I have tears in my eyes, too.
Ugly Russian toad lost. Orbán lost! Amazing day! Turns out blaming Zelenskyy for everything isn’t a winning strategy. Turns out being a Russian puppet isn’t a good idea. Turns out the Hungarian people can see through his lies!
I'm going to open a bottle of wine to celebrate 🥳
Today, my beautiful tuxedo cat girl, Mila, said her quiet goodbye… and nothing feels right anymore. 💔🐾
She was only seven, but somehow she gave more love than most do in a lifetime. Every corner of my world still holds a piece of her.
Her little wheelchair is still beside her bed, and it breaks me every time I look at it… a reminder of how incredibly strong she was. Like a true tuxedo cat, she was elegant, playful, and full of personality—graceful in her movements, yet always carrying that mischievous spark. She never made a fuss, never let anything dim her spirit—she just kept going with quiet strength and a heart full of love.
The house feels unbearably empty now. No soft paws, no gentle purring, no warm little body curled up in her favorite cozy spot. I still catch myself looking for her… like she’s just out of sight, ready to come padding back with those bright, curious eyes.
She wasn’t just a pet. She was my family, my comfort, my best friend—my heart in its purest form.
And even though she’s gone, I know her love hasn’t left me. It’s still here, in every memory, every silence, every breath.
I miss you more than words will ever be enough to say, Mila. 🌈🐱
Moldova has officially withdrawn from the Commonwealth of Independent States (CIS) a Russia-led post-Soviet bloc.
Documents confirm all agreements will be phased out, with a full exit within a year.
Another step away from Moscow’s influence.
She Dragged Herself Home With Two Broken Legs. She Was Already Dying. But She Had One Thing Left to Do.
In November 2021, a tortoiseshell cat disappeared from a farmstead in a quiet valley in the Scottish Borders. Her owner, a 74-year-old retired shepherd living alone, had taken her in as a stray six years earlier. He called her Thistle. She had never left the property before.
He searched for three days. Walked the fields. Checked the road. Asked neighbours. Nothing.
On the fourth night, just before midnight, he heard scratching at the back door.
Thistle was on the doorstep. She was dragging herself forward with her front legs only. Both hind legs were trailing behind her, limp and bent at wrong angles. A local veterinarian later confirmed both rear legs had been fractured — one at the femur, one just below the knee — injuries consistent with being struck by a vehicle at speed.
She had been hit on a road. Somewhere. No one knows how far away.
But that isn't the part of this story people remember.
When the old man opened the door and knelt down, Thistle pulled herself across the threshold, dragged her broken body across the kitchen floor, and stopped at a basket beside the stove.
Inside the basket were four kittens. Six days old. Hers.
She had given birth the day before she disappeared. The old man had been feeding them by hand with a dropper since she went missing — every three hours, around the clock, barely sleeping. He was keeping them alive, but they were fading. Two of them had lost weight. One had stopped responding to the dropper entirely.
Thistle pulled herself up and over the edge of the basket. The effort it took was visible — her front claws dug into the wicker, her broken legs dragged across the rim, and she let out a sound the old man later described as something he never wants to hear again. But she got in.
Within minutes, all four kittens were nursing.
The vet arrived the next morning. He said Thistle's injuries were at least three days old. The fractures had already begun to inflame. She had been dragging herself — somewhere, across unknown ground, for possibly the entire time she was missing — with two broken legs, no food, and a body that was still producing milk for kittens she couldn't reach.
Her rear paws were shredded. The claws on both back feet were gone — ripped out from dragging across gravel and asphalt. The skin on her lower belly was raw and bleeding from friction against the ground. She had lost almost a third of her body weight.
But she was producing milk. Her body was cannibalizing her own muscle mass to keep the milk supply going. She was, in the most literal sense, converting herself into food for her kittens.
The vet stabilised her. One leg was set and splinted. The other required a pin. Recovery took eleven weeks. She never walked normally again — she carried a permanent limp in her left hind leg, a stiff, swinging gait that you could hear on a hard floor before you saw her.
All four kittens survived. Every one.
The old man kept them all. He told a neighbour months later that on the night she came back, after she climbed into that basket and the kittens latched on, he sat on the kitchen floor beside the stove and cried for the first time in twenty years.
He said he didn't cry because it was sad. He cried because he had never in his life seen anything try that hard to get home.
She didn't come back for warmth. She didn't come back for safety. She came back because four things that needed her were in a basket by the stove, and she would not die on a road when they were waiting in a kitchen.
Thistle passed in the autumn of 2024 at roughly 9 years old. She died in that same basket. The kittens — fully grown by then — were asleep around her.
🇺🇦 Bravo! Zelensky just dropped a cold warning straight to the American people:
“I want American people to understand: we are your allies in Europe.
World has no distance anymore — when drones already strike thousands of kilometers.
One, two, three years — drones will strike ten, twenty thousand kilometers. With reactive engines, they will be very cheap. There will be swarms of these drones.
You can’t defend that by yourself. The world has to help countries defend themselves and push the aggressor back.
That’s why, i think, Americans need us, and we need the United States.”
Who’s listening?
The two days that JD Vance spent in Hungary desperately trying to shore up support for Putin’s lapdog Viktor Orbán reminded me of what a pathetic, loathsome, lying, traitorous scumbag he is.
They left her behind when they moved, saying she was “just a farm cat.” For a week, she waited at the empty house. Then she disappeared.
Forty-one days later, in the middle of winter, she was found 42 miles away at their new home — starving, घायल, and walking on a fractured leg. She had crossed freezing moorland and valleys, step by painful step, just to find them.
When the rescue called, the family said they didn’t want her anymore.
She made it all that way… and the door still said no.
They named her Dales. She healed, slowly, in the care of someone who chose her without conditions. Now she sleeps warm, safe, and loved — no longer trying to prove she belongs.
Because sometimes, the longest journey isn’t the distance you travel… it’s finding the right door that finally opens.
“Everyone is confused. Nobody can understand what America actually is today. It seems governed by some kind of mad emperor who keeps saying whatever comes to his mind, something we haven’t witnessed since Caligula or Nero.
The one thing the Europeans have understood is that we are dealing with a bully. You can give him everything he wants, you can pretend you don’t hear his insults, but he will keep trying to bully us, and so at a certain point we must stop him.”
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