Hi it’s me, BUB! November 6th, 2012 is a big day for the USA. As a tiny amazing cat I’m not allowed to vote, but I encourage all of you to go out tomorrow and cast your ballot. If you love me you’ll do it. Love me. Do it.
I’ve been asked a lot about which dude I “endorse” as the leader of your country. Since I am just a cat, and not even from your planet, I have mostly refrained from speaking up. But today I realized that I am a woman cat, and as a woman I feel I have a responsibility to encourage my friends to vote for that one guy that actually seems to care about women and our choices. This is not an endorsement; it’s an attempt to make sure the wrong guy doesn’t win.
As an underdog and a woman, I encourage anyone that roots for the underdog, anyone that cares about women’s choices and anyone that cares about the future of this entire planet to get off their butts and use their opposable thumbs to vote for the person who has been outspoken about supporting our views and helping us keep the rights we deserve.
I hope that I, BUB, at very least can convince those of you that weren’t planning on it to go out and vote. If anything, do it for me. It would be the best gift ever!
Also I should take this opportunity to point out that writing in “Lil Bub” on your ballot is seriously the WORST IDEA EVER. No one will ever know how clever it was that you did it, and it’s a wasted vote. And yes, people have been seriously talking about this. If you love me, please don’t do this. Thank you.
my ecce homo pumpkin!
like her sweater!
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Five years ago, Redditor Mantees found a tiny kitten. But it wasn’t your average kitten:While I was on holiday in the south of Italy (was living in the north) I found a tiny kitten desperately crying with the power of a thousands suns. I decided to take care of her during my holiday, so that she would be stronger and more capable to survive when I would leave back home. At the time she was obviously too young to survive alone under a 43 degrees Celsius (109 F) sun.
Her legs were clearly not okay, the mouth was also asymmetrical and impossible to close, probably because of a trauma, but the worst news still had to come. The following day I brought her to the vet who said that her eyes were closed not only because she was still too young but also because an infection ate both eyeballs. The vet also said that she was too weak, and that he thought that she could not survive.
In the following days my brother and I started to take care of her eyes infection, ears infection, intestine worms and fever, while keeping her warm, feeding her with warm powder milk every 4 hours and teaching her to follow the noise of our steps and clapping hands. After 15 days Skunky was still weak but alive, but I had to leave. So I changed my plane reservation to include a pet, and long story short, Skunky is now sleeping in my bed, with the body under my covers and her head on my pillow.
…what Skunky gives to me everyday is worth 10 times more what I might do for her.
Puddle of tears.