Misia. (mee-sha). 27. Ontario, Canada. Big dreamer in a small place. Trying to find out what I'm really after in this thing called life. Trying to do things differently, better than before, be better than before. Lover of adventure, travel, strong coffee, dark chocolate, green tea and kittehs.

My other blog: twotickets2paradise.wordpress.com
OOTD just wanted to document a good hair/skin/outfit day

OOTD just wanted to document a good hair/skin/outfit day

I may have just ingested a small shard of glass?

I heated up some leftover rice noodles in the science oven to go with my grilled chicken for my post-gym mini-meal. Lo and behold as I’m scooping up the last bite I see that my bowl (glass) is cracked all over and I have something crunchy in my mouth.

It was a fucking piece of glass. I rinsed my mouth out in case of others but what the fuck. 

If you have glass dinnerware like I do, watch out.

lifeaquatic:

Canada vacations hard on Good Friday, y’all. 

literally nothing is open besides, you guessed it, Wal-mart. And Tim Horton’s because Canucks love shitty coffee.

with the boyfriend out of town for work M-F for the next month of so I find the thought (and process) of cooking for one rather daunting. I found this article rather inspiring! Hope you all have a wonderful Thursday and Happy Easter! 

Catch-up

I haven’t been on here in close to two weeks, it was  good break. One of those two weeks was spent on a tiny Caribbean island in the Bahamas with no internet and plenty of beach, reading and lazing about my with love. Will post pics soon.

Bf had an additional week off so it was spent barbecuing, hanging out with family (his mom stayed with us last weekend, we see my family at least once a week), and enjoying each other’s company and the amazing weather.

Yesterday after our traditional Sunday meal of sushi we ventured next door to the pet store where they were having an adoptathon  and filled out an application for this girl:

I’m going to pick her up this afternoon! Her name is now Marzipan or Mars for short and she is super sweet and affectionate. I’ll enjoy her company since Bf is working 2 hours away for the next month (home on Sundays) and I’ll be by myself.

Still on the job hunt, now more open to taking something ‘for now’ until a job in what I really want to do becomes mine. Bff’s Scotland wedding is in 1.5 months and it’s going to be ridic expensive (also ridic fun). 

Spring is here friends, life is great and hope you all have a tolerable Monday.

Cat island Bahamas bound!

Cat island Bahamas bound!

lifeaquatic:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

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.

I adopted Ace as an adult. Give the adult and less adoptable cats some love too!

This warms and breaks my heart at the same time. Animals give more love than we could ever ask them for, if you have the room, time and resources to bring one home (that otherwise may never find a home and could be euthanized) please do it. Kittens are cute but they grow up and will always be adopted, older cats need love too.