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More from Meadowlark!
In the wetlands section, we saw this cypress and some of it’s wonky…. Roots? Protrusions! Offshoots? Whatever they are called, I thought they were charming. We found a lil frog guy hanging out on one of them. Also a water snake! Not venomous, just a common one. What was it called again guys?
I, of course, also found some lichen to obsess over.

They’re called Cypress Knees. They help the tree roots breath when submerged in anoxic water or mud :)

Oh and that looks like a Brown Water Snake (Nerodia taxispilota)!
Probably. ibetshefakessit found out what it was at the centre, but google images agrees. I think ours was getting ready to shed! It was sad, we saw a rat snake cut in half on one of the paths /: don’t kill your snakes, guys! They’re helpful lil guys! Unless it’s dangerous to you and your family, let them eat all the rodents and insects that you don’t want in your house! Also, do you /google/ these things? I barely knew the scientific names when I worked at pet stores and the garden centre. Like. Dude.

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On our first hike/walk, Matt and I came across this little tree that had the most fragrant leaves! Neither of us knew what it was, and it looked exactly like a common tree or bush, with no distinguishing characteristics- at least to our eyes.
Yesterday was an exciting day, because not only did we locate it, but it came with a plaque!!! So now we know. It’s a spicebush. High five, Matty.

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More from Meadowlark!
In the wetlands section, we saw this cypress and some of it’s wonky…. Roots? Protrusions! Offshoots? Whatever they are called, I thought they were charming. We found a lil frog guy hanging out on one of them. Also a water snake! Not venomous, just a common one. What was it called again guys?
I, of course, also found some lichen to obsess over.

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DC Metro-isms.

-perfecting the thousand-mile stare while wearing headphones so you don’t have to make eye contact with anyone, and can act like you don’t notice anyone but can still be aware of what’s going on around you.
-attractive, well dressed people on the metro when you go through DC when everyone gets off work.
-people (old men) who stare and smile creepily.
-making sure you have your phone handy when you get off a train or bus onto a deserted stop, and one guy gets off with you.
-standing at the right spot on the platform so the doors open right in front of you.
-during rush-hour, the people who keep walking behind you even though you’ve stopped and just try to push you along.
-making sure you do get into an air conditioned car, and don’t get into an empty car.
-tourists.

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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.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

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 or 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.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

THIS POST MAKES ME SO SAD, I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL THE KITTIES ;-;

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