Anyone who knows me personally knows that in February of this year I was kicked out by my parents. This extremely nice family (the parents of an ex I dated almost 8 years ago who I’m still friends with. Go figure!) Took me in and I’ve been living with them ever since.
They have three dogs, which I’ve known for years. I only learned that they had a cat when I came to live with them.
“When did you get a cat?” I asked them.
“Oh, we’ve always had her. She’s just not very social.”
This is Snuggles (ironically named bc she was assumed to be the most un-snuggly cat).
I’ve never owned a cat. My mother was allergic so we always had dogs in the house. So, having a cat in the house was foreign and exciting for me. Whenever I would see her, I would try so very hard to interact with her. For the first few months I lived here, she avoided me.
The vacant bedroom that soon became mine used to be a storage room where she would prowl and sleep. So when I started to inhabit her space, she was kinda pissed. She would enter the room and find a place to chill, and just stare at me with these ‘this bitch’ eyes.
The family said she was just like that, so I tried not to let it get to me. The dogs liked me just fine.
Things slowly started to change. I first noticed it when I would come home from work, usually around 11 or 12 at night (I worked night shift at a fast food joint). Snuggles is an indoor/outdoor cat because she doesn’t like litter boxes and she knows how to use the dog door. She spends the day outside and comes in at night.
She began greeting me at my car when I would come home from work. She would come outside and sit halfway between the front door and the mailbox, and meow at me until I greeted her back. She wouldn’t let me pet her, but she would go inside the house with me.
Then, I would be cooking in the kitchen, and she would hop up on the counter and watch me. This is when she finally started to let me pet her. She has a jar of cat treats so I started to give her treats. She would meow and meow until I gave her treats.
After this, when she would greet me at my car, she would flop onto the cement and let me pet her outside. Only a little, though, because then she’d use her claws or nip at me.
Then, she began investigating me in my room.
She would hop up on the bed and wander around, smell my things, stick her head in my drinking glasses on the bedside table. I would come home from work and find her curled up in my blankets on my bed if I left my door even slightly open.
When I would close my door, she would meow or push herself against the door until I let her in. Then she’d jump up on my bed and make herself comfortable at the foot of my bed.
She didn’t start to actually snuggle with me until a month ago when I lost my job and my depression got really bad.
Every night she comes to my room and demands entrance so she can sleep with me. During the day or night she wants to be cuddled up with me in my room. She makes herself comfortable in my lap while I use my laptop or play with my 3DS. She’ll curl up behind my knees if she can’t get in my lap.
But just last week, she started doing something new.
When I sleep, I sleep on my side. I tuck a thin pillow between my legs for hip support, and I have a large, squishy, fluffy pillow I hug to my chest. I cannot sleep if I don’t have both of these things.
I was sound asleep one night, Snuggles curled up behind my knees, when I felt her climb up on top of me. She moved to the side of my belly, where it met my hugging-pillow, and she kneaded my side until she was content, and she curled up on top of me like I was a large cushion to sleep on.
Now, every night, she sleeps on top of me like so.
I’ve never owned a cat. I’m awkward with cats. This cat was previously unfriendly and aloof, but she knew that I needed her companionship. Knew that I needed a friend and love that I wasn’t getting elsewhere. This cat adopted me. This cat loves me. You can’t convince me otherwise.
like yeah my dude, maybe? or maybe fifteen snakes in bodysuit who knows
It’s even WORSE because she somehow manages to fit the standard 7 ½ heads measurement. Center of the breasts is two heads down, navel is three heads down, and her torso is 3 ¾ heads in length. And yet she still manages to be A COMPLETE ABOMINATION!
IT’S SO GROSS MAKE IT GO AWAY!
@eschergirls I think this is prime material for your blog. PLEASE IDENTIFY THIS MONSTROSITY!
MAJOR EDIT!
So I decided to Redline and redraw this disaster.
The Redline: She almost seems to be made of putty. She contains no adequate anatomy or bone structure. Her breasts seem to have a 90 degree angle from her rib cage, combined with her spine jutting forward, they almost seem to be tacked on. Speaking of the rib cage, it’s completely displaced from above her chest. Her waist is frighteningly thin compared to her hips, which one hip seems to be trying to slip away. Her legs are just strange, as it looks like the artist tried to give her thick upper thighs to match her wide hips, but quickly slimmed them down to tiny knees, giving her some noodly legs. Her shoulders are pointy and curve in strange ways. Quite honestly, cropping this image just below the shoulders, it looks fine. Everything below is a mess.
My resketch:
I removed the 90 degree boob angle,putting her breasts in a more appropriate location. As the artist intended, but toned down, I left her with some curvature instead of deflated melons. I also gave her room for her organs cuz those are nice to have. I changed the leg position to look more like she was stepping towards the door instead of gawking there knee-knocking.
Final result:
Apparently this is from porn, and I wasn’t going to post it when it went viral, but this post is pretty good because it has a really nice redraw and analysis. (:
Also, since I was asked to analyze it, um…marshmallow zombie ghost covered in seran wrap and melting in Australian heat?
Because of my disabilities, which include hyperacusis, I’m not eligible for the marketplace. Because of the lack of an expansion, I’m not eligible for medicaid.
“"Based on your application, you’re not eligible to buy a Marketplace
plan. You also don’t qualify for Virginia Medicaid or Family Access to
Medical Insurance Security (FAMIS) (CHIP).““
P.S. As I’d discussed earlier:
Because
of the registration requirements, if we can’t use phones, we have to be
able to use phones, and prove we can’t use phones for certain specified
reasons, in order to use tty as an accessible alternative to phones.
So really, they’re not an accessible alternative.
I’m chronically ill, trans, and multiply disabled. So losing health care again could fuck me over again. If you’ve got any idea how to keep access to health care… well, help would help.
I’ve contacted an assistance service to see if they can help. But it’s a long shot.
I’m considering an appeal. But since the government discriminates all the fucking time, and “we hurt them because they were disabled and we could hurt them” is considered a rational basis, it’s a really long shot.
So I fixed the glitch in skyrim where one of my mods was making my bard strip out of all her clothes except her boots and fur collar and gloves–like a poor man’s medieval burlesque show–every time she tried to play the lute, and was getting along fairly well playing the game purely for the bard mod, singing my way around Skyrim and avoiding my responsibilities as the dragonborn as much as possible.
And it was nice, I was earning good coin, I had a place to sleep on my travels (everyone loves a bard at the inn), my two adopted children were happy to see me come home and listen to me play, my followers were falling in love with me for my skill with the flute (*eyebrow waggle*) and I was just basically getting on with my medieval bard simulator game, living a quiet life.
And then I got asked to play for the Jarl of Solitude, the city I had set out to buy a house in, skimping and saving every septim I could earn through my skill and killing dragons when the main quest line refused to let me ignore it any longer. And I was ready man, this was it, I got the summons from the Blue Palace to play before the Jarl and her entire court. I had Arrived.
Now I dunno if you guys are familiar with how the bard mod works, but you have a whole host of songs to choose from, ranging from purely instrumental, to bawdy tavern dances, all the way up to some beautiful in-world-theme vocals. But you gotta be careful because if you play an Imperial ballad in a Stormcloak tavern, well let’s just say things can get ugly pretty quick. So of course I was careful, going through my songbook and painstakingly removing anything to do with rebellion, and being an Imperial myself, hamming it up to the loyalist crowd. I was ready, man, so ready to play and make my family proud and go down in history as the Bard of Solitude.
Except, did I mention, that you also equip the ability to play your instrument, by pressing the same key that lets you shout through brick walls and stun dragons out of the sky and need to be careful about having the bard skill selected in the magic menu?
…so anyway, to cut a long story short I can’t go back to Solitude and me and the kids are off to Windhelm…
I wonder if Ulfric makes requests.
For those asking for more skyrim adventures, this was probably one of my favorite moments to date.
Also I’ve been making actual permanent pages that list my skyrim mods for people to go through. So you’ll be able to see sll the sketchy shut I get up to in Tamriel lol.
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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