The Daily Life of Guinevere

muffintop-less:

I don’t care what anybody thinks women “should” or “shouldn’t” look like. When I hear those words I immediately think “lame gender stereotype”. I think women can look any way we please! It’s unfair to put us in a box… To say “women are supposed to be this or that” limits us and thus takes away some of our power. I’m making my own rules! I love muscle on men AND women. I like feeling strong. I like feeling empowered. To me there’s nothing like the feeling of being able to say “no I don’t need help to my car thanks” at the grocery store. I love being able to pick up my own heavy ish and open my own darn peanut butter jar (although sometimes I wish I wasn’t so good at that last one because that can be a problem sometimes lol). But seriously. Society can keep their lame gender stereotypes to themselves. I’m happy with my little growing muscles and I’m not changing my body for anyone but me. :)

This girl is tough as nails!  Love her!

My Friend and I are celebrating 4 years of human-feline love today!

DON’T JUDGE US!

crookshanksmeow:

Hello Humans, let me tell you a little bit about meowself.

I was adopted by a veterinary school about a year or more ago to be a blood donor cat. You see, us Himalayans have a very special blood type, so if a cat needs a transfusion it can be hard to find. Like humans, you can’t just stock us full of any sort of blood all willy-nilly. It can kill us. So, they adopted me.

Shortly thereafter it was discovered I had hyperthyroidism. This is a common disease of older cats, so it was not an emergency. It can be fixed by pills (ain’t nobody got time for that), surgery or a special procedure involving iodine. Since iodine is safest, though costly, the school thought it’d be the best option. So I was sent to another school to be injected with a special type of Iodine that would kill the tissue in my thyroid glands that was making me hyperthyroid.

Fast forward to a few weeks later and I experienced one of the rarest side effects that only hits about 5% of cats undergoing this procedure - it killed too much. I was found nearly dead in my cage and had to undergo life saving measures. I was then diagnosed with hypothyroidism and my career as a blood donor cat was over before it began.

The vet school wasn’t done with me. They loved my sweet disposition and my pretty blue eyes, so they kept me in a kennel in the cat ward hoping to find me a suitable home. Not just any home - a home that could understand my unique needs and had time to bring me in once a month for blood tests, and give me pills every day. They also needed to understand that I get cold easy, gain weight easily, and would overall be a slow, special needs kitty.

A year later Human Slave came to my kennel. I let her pet me, then I bit her. With this bite I injected her with love for smoosh-faced kitties and a need to take me home. 

A month later, she was mine.

Yay!  I’m glad you found a happy home, Crookshanks!  Now let us dominate the humans here on tumblr <3

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