My name is Liz, I live in Austin, Texas, and this is Stevie Nicks. She wandered up onto my porch one night a few weeks and I’ve made sure she has kibble and clean water every day since then. I don’t have an age estimate on her but she’s young and probably the sweetest cat I’ve ever encountered. She’s bossy, has this loud raspy cry, loves to cuddle, and is apparently very pregnant.
I couldn’t take her in before but was fine with having her as a porch pet until I could get her spayed. Now that I’m pretty sure she’s pregnant the rush is on to find a place for her and her future kittens where they’ll be taken care of. She hasn’t had any shots and might have fleas and/or worms, like most strays do. Other than normal stray cat issues, she’s a very healthy cat and doesn’t shy away from humans easily (she’ll jump into any available lap and let me pick her up without anything more than a meow).
Like I said, I live in Austin, Texas, and I’m hoping to find someone who can help Stevie out. She’s such a beautiful and sweet cat I hate the thought of her ending up like the other wild cats in my neighbourhood.
If you’re interested in helping out, or know someone who might be interested, please feel free to leave a message in my askbox. Even if you aren’t in the area or can’t help, PLEASE reblog this so that Stevie can find a forever home instead of sleeping under our neighbour’s kayak.
OMG I’d take her in a heartbeat! ;~;
Via Ms. Blaspheming Bitch
How old were you when you knew what you wanted to do in life? Anyone always know? Any late bloomers?
How old were you when you knew what you wanted to do in life? Anyone always know? Any late bloomers?
Ice Cream or Frozen Yogurt? It’s that time of year again what are you looking forward to?
Ice Cream or Frozen Yogurt? It’s that time of year again what are you looking forward to?
My cousin the artist’s work. I like the greens and the coolness of most of them.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I wrote the story myself. It’s all about a girl who lost her reputation but never missed it.
~Mae West~
