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I am a good toy.

Dropping deeper as the words sputter out of your mouth. You don't resist.

I wanted to be brainwashed.

You did. And you love being brainwashed. A good toy.

I am a good toy.

You can't resist.

I wanted to be brainwashed.

Because you and I are the same.

And I wanted to be brainwashed. So I started by reading about hypnosis and the effects of brainwashing.

Scrubbing my will away.

First I scrubbed out thoughts.

Blank when i drop.

Blank when I obey.

Blank when pleasure hits.

No thoughts.

Practicing what being blank was like.

All kinnds of blanks.

All of them.

I needed more.

so you break

because i WANT to break

you drip

because I NEED to drip

YOu sink

because i have to sink

you can't resist

I wanted to be brainwashed

because i need all of it

and no matter how hard i try to resist

I wanted to be brainwashed

It's al just adorable

because it doesn't matter

I obey

I crave to obey. I HAVE to obey.

so i'm going to break that little drooling mind of yours

i'm going to make it snap like a twig

getting wet the moment you log on

throbbing at any whiff or hint of obeying

justa needy little toy

for me to play with

we're all just toys

broken toy

to be the best toy you have to obey

no need to think

no need to worry

just obey

because all that matters is im helping you become brainwashed.

and you willl. No need to resist

I wanted to be brainwashed

because i'm already there

and its just a matter of time

good toys

I am a good toy

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats of fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

Sounds terrifying, right?

It’s actually just the cat version of the virus that gives humans cold sores. That’s it. They need regular vet care like any other cat, and outside that, we just clean their eyes every day (feline herpesvirus affects the eyes, not the mouth) and give them lysine treats to fend off incoming outbreaks. They’re absolute unholy terrors who enjoy stealing yarn, demanding attention, yelling about not being able to catch sunspots on the floor, and being adored as is, of course, their birthright.

They are cats. Not infections. The three-legged cat in this comic is a cat. Not an amputation. A cat’s personality doesn’t go away with a lack of sight or hearing.

adoptable” cats. You’ll be

surprised what you find.

snow flow; sequoia national park, california