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Those people obviously don’t realize the extremely high kill rate for cats at shelters, not to mention that people literally dump indoor cats outside when they don’t want them anymore, and indoor cats often die due to starvation/predators (duh they have no survival skills).
Also - I might also be crying.
Jackson Galaxy is awesome. His story is is that he used to be a drug addict, and that while he was in the beginning of his recovery he saved a stray cat and nursed it back to life, and in return the cat essentially did the same for him, and ever since then, he’s taught himself everything there is to know about cats and their behavior. Cats saved his life, so he’s saving cats lives. He’s awesome.
His show has taught me more about how to take care of a cat than I learned from growing up with one.
Jackson Galaxy is the patron fucking saint of cats and I swear to god I will fight anybody coming for him.
You will catch these hands.
I don;t like when people make fun of Jackson Galaxy when he gets emotional.
Because a.) I get really fucking emotional over cats too, fuck you
and b.) it’s mostly because he’s a man and a patriarchal belief that men can’t cry or have feelings.
PLUS! He actually gives GREAT behavior advice, unlike another TV personality who works with canines and shall not be named because my blood pressure can’t handle his ass rn
This is my friend TJ, wearing a costume she made for Halloween, 1977. She was 16 at the time.
Now, keep in mind: there was no internet to search for images. She could not have rented and paused the movie, because it wasn’t released on video until 1982. No, TJ just went to the movie a bunch of times, took notes with a flashlight, drew a bunch of sketches, and put this together.
In 19-fucking-77. So let’s bury this bullshit about how women didn’t grow up on Star Wars.
