Horus. I posted a pic of Horus a few months ago when he came to live under our back porch. Not really sure how long he was there. He stayed for the food i was leaving out for him. Time prevailed and he trusts now. I leave the porch door open for him to come in from the elements and eat in peace without the other ferals bothering him. I feed the rest of the cat community in the front and Horus has an open door reservation on the back porch. He will occasionally disappear a day or two but always returns. He was accumulating a fair share of beat downs...no doubt from larger or more dominate male cats. One morning several weeks back, he returned with a huge abscess on one side of his face. I took him to the vet who had to drain the sore of alot of nasty infection and blood. I had Horus fixed up with antibiotics, rabies shot and flea prevention. Now Horus is resting in the porch with his dinner and a fan blowing cool air on him. I have been wanting to neuter him but funds are short seeing as i still owe $250 for his previous vet bill. However. ... .funds for him to be "fixed" were just donated (lol on loan with no interest!)
Thank you anonymous donor! Aka Mom....you rock! Horus is worth every penny!
Evie from the @rspca_qld needs our help. She is a victim to cruelty, including cranial fractures, fractured teeth, fractured ribs, both of her distal femurs fractured, and fractured hips. It absolutely breaks my heart to see this. 😭 I've placed the link to donate in my bio. Every dollar raised is going to her surgeries and care. Please help. ❤️
Hello my name is Malcolm, and this is my story. I am a survivor. I am barely a year old, but have survived and I am so very blessed. My mom found me on July 23rd,2017 in the twilight of a Sunday's evening.(pic #2 ) We found each other in a sense. I had wondered in to her apartment complex parking area, and there was something about her that immediately felt like home when we locked eyes. I ran to her for help! She realized I wasn't wearing a collar but a zip-tie.(pic #3 ) With 2 desperate attempts, mom cut the zip-tie off. It had been around my neck for so long she could barely squeeze a pinky under it! Not to mention the bald spots it wore around my neck and collar bones. Finally free of the horrendous plastic cuff. Mom noticed the extent of my injuries. A very broken tail that I'm missing half of, and a cigarette burn on my forehead.(pic #4 )
I don't know what would have become of me if mom wouldn't have found me that fateful night. Despite the obstacles I have had to overcome. I am one of the most loving and friendly kitties you will ever meet. And I have been given a great life.(pic #5 )
Thank you mom for the unconditional love you have given me💙😽💙😻💙
And thank you readers for taking the time to read my story💙😸💙
I unfortunately came across this while doing the polite thing and reliking a like on ig. This is horrible. Not only are these creatures forced to live a horrific existence and ultimately a just as terrorizing death. But to think before consumption their brutality does not end....their bodies are then ridiculed. SHAME ON THE PERSON WHO DID THIS!!!
This is a home. I'm not vocal about it often, but if the person you're with is hurting you and home is a place of hurt, it's time to leave. If it feels like it's all your fault, even more so. If you don't have the money, your friends and family and even charities can help. If you can't talk to people in person, there are helplines and charities and forums. Because being afraid of how to act and what to wear is wrong. Living in fear and being controlled is wrong. Having dorky hobbies and wanting to decorate your room and spending your own money and needing time to feel loved by others - or whatever the hell is good for your health - those are all things you should feel free to do. If you don't, then leave. I promise it'll be okay. #endtheabuse#domesticabuse#emotionalabuse#tilithappenstoyou
On August 8, one of the worst captures happened in Whidbey Island's Penn Cove, where three pods of orca were trapped in pens, the most recent in 1970. "They used steel bombs, planes and boats to get them into Penn Cove," said Susan Berta, programme director for the Orca Network.
The long buried bones of a handful of orca whales that died in one of the ugliest chapters of Whidbey Island's history may be unearthed, giving scientists information that could help save the local pods. In the 1960s and '70s, as many as 100 orcas were involved and 45 orcas were separated from their pods.
At least 13 died during the captures, according to historical accounts. Their bellies were slit and they were weighed down with steel chains. A few of these whales washed ashore and cause public outcry against whale captures in Washington's waters.
"They were entrapped in a small area, they were flailing in the air. You could hear a high-pitched squeal and they were communicating with many, many more that were outside the net in Penn Cove.” said Wallie Funk.
Young orcas were separated from their mothers in nearby pens, Berta said. They could be heard calling to each other for hours. "When they let the others go, they stayed right there until the last whale was taken away in a truck," she said. "All of them did."
Berta said four to five of those that died during the catch were buried on the central part of Whidbey Island near Coupeville. They say they could provide clues to save a species listed as endangered in 2005. Berta used witnesses' accounts to locate three spots where orca likely are buried. One paved-over location is inaccessible - not so at the other two locations.
Only one orca captured during that era remains alive: Lolita who lives in the Miami Seaquarium, Florida.
"I entered high school with no friends, and I met a guy at the back to school dance. It felt like a Cinderella moment, and he asked me out. I was so happy I finally got my first boyfriend. Soon after we got together, he started asking me to only hang out with him and his friends. He said my friends caused too much drama, and I agreed. Then one day he said I was too clingy, and that's when the physical abuse began.
When it first started I didn't recognize it as abuse, because it was a push here and a slap there, and it never left marks so I thought it wasn't that bad. Then once I started having sex with him, he would threaten to cheat on me and make comments about other girls. He said it was normal for a guy to want it, so I dismissed it. That went on for two and a half years until my old friends started noticing the way he treated me and talking to me about it.
Once I finally got the courage to call him out on the abuse, he said he couldn't believe that I didn't love him enough to accept him for who he was, and he dumped me. At first I wanted to get back together with him. I thought that maybe I had overreacted, also it was my junior year of high school and homecoming was soon.
Then one night I remembered all the bad things. I thought about the time he broke my tablet because I wouldn't let him have it, and how he broke my flute because band was taking up too much of my time. So I chose not to go back to him, and now I am finally free. I still have PTSD because of the sexual & physical abuse, but I consider myself a victor, not a victim." #DomesticAbuse#TeenDatingViolence#NahB#FollowUs#TakeAStand#StandUp#SpeakOut#DomesticViolence#EndTheAbuse