Urgent! Sweet, shy, gentle Chonk-clone FIV+ senior kitty Chubby Cheeks needs your help to find a home in the DC/DMV area ASAP! He was adopted years ago via Pets Bring Joy, but his person has fallen on hard times & can’t keep him. 😿 Please foster/adopt or share! (Info below) 1/2
Please spread the word so we can reunite this found cat with its family! FOUND on July 6, 2026 in Santa Monica, CA 90405 near At Strand St
Message from Finder: "Gus shows up in our backyard, purring and wanting to be petted. He's very skinny and we are trying to find his family. He seems very hungry and needing attention. He's very sweet and just wants to be loved. We hope we can find his family. "
Description: Brown Tabby with left eye discoloration. Wearing a tag with Gus (Gussy) and a phone number that's no longer in service
Do you have information? Contact finder here: https://t.co/IjpKSKRtCY
🆘 EUTHANASIA DEADLINE SUNDAY 6/28 🆘 FIV+ ‼️ MISTY IS ONLY 4 YEARS OLD ‼️ RESCUE OR ADOPTION ‼️
This gorgeous girl with the unique yellow eyes need out ASAP!
Goal for licensed rescue $150
NAME: Misty
RESCUE ONLY: no
COMBO STATUS: FIV+
AGE: 4
FIXED: … https://t.co/dNKTfS3llv
My sister Maya and I were profoundly shaped by the influence of our mom, Ann Dunham. Giving Maya a preview of the Obama Presidential Center, including a new sculpture by Maya Lin dedicated to our mom’s memory, was truly special.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
Carol and Hubert are still here and are approaching 1 year old. at this point, I'm willing to let them go separately if that helps them find homes. They are getting 0 interest as a pair and they'll be fine separated. please share