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eranhill:

The Sobbing Woodsman

eranhill:

The Sobbing Woodsman

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liremir:

This is a skeleton of an African Rock Python, that I took today at the Colorado Gators Reptile Park today in Mosca, Colorado. I had some mixed feelings about the place. I talked to many of the employees and they are all super passionate about the animals, but I find a lot of their husbandry practices disappointing. They primarily work with alligators, and while I don’t know a whole bunch about them (I am a snake person) they all seemed pretty healthy and well cared for. I was very disappointed in most of the snakes enclosures, however. I’m not going to go into that now, but I did think that this picture was worth sharing tonight. What did make me happy was seeing how many people today change their minds about reptiles. Almost all of the snakes they had were rescues.

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… I don’t think there’s any way I’d be able to bring myself to stuff my own cats, or even keep their bones. 

For one, you get to know them, and hanging on to somebody’s corpse isn’t the best way for a sane-presenting person to say, "Yeah, we’re buddies."

And second, I’d consider my relationship with my cats to be as solid as the ones with my family, and I don’t want to have to feel obligated to stuff them too. 

bjornsblog:

Hey Sailor! (Painted)

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tendingtoyourmonster:

The problem with having all these cats is that I can’t just up and walk away from this life. I’ve got these cats. These cats are the only responsibility I can’t bring myself to walk away from. 

I also don’t have any friends who could take my cats if I wanted to travel for just a bit. Basement cat man forever.

Well. Until they die, anyway, but that could be another fifteen years. I’ll be forty. Free at forty.

Free at forty…

When I confided in Richard that I sometimes worry about what to do with their little cat bodies when they die, he looked me dead in the eye and stressed, “You do NOT stuff them. Do not say stuffed.”

"… But-"

"No."

And the conversation ended.

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I did it I bought D&D 5e 

Time to write a campaign