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George doesn’t realize he can’t scratch his ear while lying down 

Aries: That minor injury you recently took was karma. 

Taurus: The stars say you will soon meat staunch resistance. Though you are staunchier.

Gemini: Your destiny lies under the rug. Its fast and sneaky so bring a net or something.

Cancer: You will get so angry you will sprout wings. Anger wings.

Leo: Fear the red dawn. Bring something bigger than a spatula. You should be prepared.

Virgo: Jealousy is only as good as what it motivates you to do. Murder is not entirely out of the question.

Libra: The stars say you look a little bitcrushed today. Have you check your native resolution?

Scorpio: There has to be a part of you in there somewhere. If its all artificial whats the fun?

Ophiuchus: Threaten to give them a back rub.

Sagittarius: They arent bird feathers.

Capricorn: The weather may be a bit hectic this week. Get yourself waxed and shined.

Aquarius: Booze! But not your booze! A good time still.

“Attention everyone, this is Captain Xy’lar speaking. I have a very important message from the Earth president for all human crew members which I will now play.”

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna…

The whole (human) crew erupted into loud groans, a few started singing along but most people looked annoyed.

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.

but heres the thing ... yes i am. and even if i wasn’t (which i am), i still put out so much writing n playlists n Content for free so the least you could do is ... u know ... Dollars ... but that doesn’t matter because I’m Black So Gimme Money

paypal.me/marsinaries

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