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@rekimo100sai 👏✨👏✨👏✨👏✨

@udarei えっへん

店を推す❣️ﾃﾞｽ 思わず激写してしまいました🤭 素敵な陳列〜✨

@mizukichico ワォ🍻💕

…φ(．．)ﾒﾓﾒﾓ

東京藝大デザイン科とケルヒャージャパンのコラボ作品でした。企業と藝大のコラボ、いいですね！👍 x.com/i/status/20427…

@AKimono7 ヤバいっっ！！！ コレはぁぁぁぁ💘 お蚕様のお告げに気付ける貴女素敵よ✨

シフト変更になり、これは行けという🐛蚕のお告げか？と中山骨董市へ立ち寄り💨 絞りの羽織と根付などをお迎え 🐇と💀🐍って対照的なんだけど、なぜだか１つに絞れず😂 端切れは写真だけでAIに質問したら源氏物語の第十二帖だそう...何かすごい

えーーっっ

着物の描きかた（羽織の衿）

@nacococo75 ほぼスガキヤよ💕 行こうよ！また💪

@udarei パッケージとは随分違う出来上がりになったけど美味しかったよー。また食べに行きたいなぁ😃

今日のお昼はこちら！

@matatabikaeru 素敵😊✨

素敵☺️✨

She Dragged Herself Home With Two Broken Legs. She Was Already Dying. But She Had One Thing Left to Do. In November 2021, a tortoiseshell cat disappeared from a farmstead in a quiet valley in the Scottish Borders. Her owner, a 74-year-old retired shepherd living alone, had taken her in as a stray six years earlier. He called her Thistle. She had never left the property before. He searched for three days. Walked the fields. Checked the road. Asked neighbours. Nothing. On the fourth night, just before midnight, he heard scratching at the back door. Thistle was on the doorstep. She was dragging herself forward with her front legs only. Both hind legs were trailing behind her, limp and bent at wrong angles. A local veterinarian later confirmed both rear legs had been fractured — one at the femur, one just below the knee — injuries consistent with being struck by a vehicle at speed. She had been hit on a road. Somewhere. No one knows how far away. But that isn't the part of this story people remember. When the old man opened the door and knelt down, Thistle pulled herself across the threshold, dragged her broken body across the kitchen floor, and stopped at a basket beside the stove. Inside the basket were four kittens. Six days old. Hers. She had given birth the day before she disappeared. The old man had been feeding them by hand with a dropper since she went missing — every three hours, around the clock, barely sleeping. He was keeping them alive, but they were fading. Two of them had lost weight. One had stopped responding to the dropper entirely. Thistle pulled herself up and over the edge of the basket. The effort it took was visible — her front claws dug into the wicker, her broken legs dragged across the rim, and she let out a sound the old man later described as something he never wants to hear again. But she got in. Within minutes, all four kittens were nursing. The vet arrived the next morning. He said Thistle's injuries were at least three days old. The fractures had already begun to inflame. She had been dragging herself — somewhere, across unknown ground, for possibly the entire time she was missing — with two broken legs, no food, and a body that was still producing milk for kittens she couldn't reach. Her rear paws were shredded. The claws on both back feet were gone — ripped out from dragging across gravel and asphalt. The skin on her lower belly was raw and bleeding from friction against the ground. She had lost almost a third of her body weight. But she was producing milk. Her body was cannibalizing her own muscle mass to keep the milk supply going. She was, in the most literal sense, converting herself into food for her kittens. The vet stabilised her. One leg was set and splinted. The other required a pin. Recovery took eleven weeks. She never walked normally again — she carried a permanent limp in her left hind leg, a stiff, swinging gait that you could hear on a hard floor before you saw her. All four kittens survived. Every one. The old man kept them all. He told a neighbour months later that on the night she came back, after she climbed into that basket and the kittens latched on, he sat on the kitchen floor beside the stove and cried for the first time in twenty years. He said he didn't cry because it was sad. He cried because he had never in his life seen anything try that hard to get home. She didn't come back for warmth. She didn't come back for safety. She came back because four things that needed her were in a basket by the stove, and she would not die on a road when they were waiting in a kitchen. Thistle passed in the autumn of 2024 at roughly 9 years old. She died in that same basket. The kittens — fully grown by then — were asleep around her.

深淵を覗く時、 深淵もこちらを覗いているのだ

悪の秘密結社ネコ　その１９８ #悪の秘密結社ネコ

@mamekann おぉ✨ そうなんですね_φ(･_･ どうやら片方だけ筋肉量が減っているらしく 「膝体操」しなさいって📃頂きました。 朝起きたらベットの中で体操してから起きなさいと…セルフケア大事と再認識です

@udarei もし水が溜まったら皮膚科ですよ。 かつて足首に水が溜まった時に、 おじい医の整形外科⇒レントゲン撮っても原因不明 若い女医の皮膚科⇒一発で水が溜まっていると見抜きその場で抜く お大事に…

1週間前ぐらいから膝🦵痛くて… 推し活して（ピョンピョンして）留めを刺してしまった様で…💦 抜歯→整形外科行ったのですが… おじいちゃん先生が膝の水を抜くって💉を刺したのは良いけれど…途中…クシャミして針が震えてwww🤣 抜歯より怖かった 膝に水は溜まって無かったしw

@rekimo100sai @m3m_an_ko えっへん😁

@udarei @m3m_an_ko すごいですね。

人生初の親知らず抜歯🦷無事に終わった🙌 鼻の骨に癒着してて…とか色々心配がありましたが！ 今は全く痛く無い。改めて麻酔って凄い👏✨👏✨👏✨👏✨ 夕方には痛いってポストするのだろうか…🤔

@m3m_an_ko 有難う御座います はい🫡 先生にも、同じ事を言われました💊 他人（歯医者さん）任せの経験でしたが 何だかレベルアップした気持ちです🥴

@udarei お疲れ様でしたー🫡✨️ 痛み止めは痛くなる前に飲むのが 良いそうです💊 お大事にですです👼

@mamekann 今回も、あっという間でした☺️ キャイキャイしていたらあっという間なのに濃い時間でした そう！英泉さんはメロ男！

@udarei 楽しかったですねー✨✨ 背景に書いてある文字、読めるようにお互い頑張りましょうね！ そして英泉はぜったいメロい男に違いない…

まめさんにお誘い頂きまして 『葛飾北斎・渓斎英泉 艶くらべ ー歌舞伎町花盛りー』拝見して参りました ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ どれだけ絵の背景を読み取れるか！挑戦！！ みたいなw（ほぼ惨敗なのだけれど…👘とか持ち物とか髪型から…)楽しい時間でした からのビール会🍻最高な時間を🙏💕