Kitten Incredibly Small Compared to Her Littermates Has the Heart of Big Cat and Won't Let Anything Stop Her
by Love Meow
Love Meow— A kitten who is incredible small compared to her littermates has the heart of a big cat and won't let anything stop her. LucyJamieWhen Lucy, a 5-week-old kitten, arrived in foster care with her two brothers, she weighed only 128 grams. "For scale, some newborns to one-week-olds weigh this much, so needless to say, she was very underdeveloped," Jamie, a foster volunteer for Baby Kitten Rescue, shared.Lucy immediately started treatment for aspiration pneumonia to ease her breathing. The kind...
Daily Kos—Democrats might stop the House speaker’s ouster—and they won’t let him forget it. House Democratic leadership announced Tuesday that they’ll allow members to block any effort from Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene and her tiny team of nihilists to oust Speaker Mike Johnson, a reminder of where the power sits in the House. “We will vote to table Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene’s Motion to Vacate the Chair. If she invokes the motion, it will not succeed,” House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, Minority Whip Katherine Clark, and Democratic Caucus Chair Pete Aguilar said in a statement. ...
Love Meow—Man Has Never Been Cat Guy But Has His Heart Stolen by 'Grumpy Looking' Cat with Big Cheeks and Droopy Eyes. A man never considered himself a cat guy but had his heart stolen by a "grumpy looking" cat with big cheeks and droopy eyes. Bob and El JefeJo-AnneBob never pictured himself as a "cat guy" or having a feline companion due to his allergies. That was the case, at least, until two months ago.When Bob and his wife, Jo-Anne, arrived home from their travel, they learned about a cat who had been rescued from the bitter cold, covered in snow."Our friends told us about this incredible grumpy looking cat...
The Guardian—We all want to cut out the bad parts of ourselves. It won’t work, and it won’t make us happier. Trauma, vulnerability, dependency like it or not, we can’t just wish them awayWhen I was a little girl, I cried a lot. I used to wish ferociously that I was not such a crybaby. I remember the shame so well. Sitting on my bed on a Sunday evening, hot-cheeked and furious with my tears, holding on to the thought that when I was a grownup, I would never cry. I would be a strong, confident and capable woman, and I would never again feel like a sobbing little girl who doesn’t want to go to school...