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By far, Mia was one of the most amazing and challenging rescues in this life and I thank God, without false modesty, for the wise choice.
Mia came to the family at a time when it seemed that good and happy things had to happen because the loss of Bubu, Cutza, and Bob, and Chubby's lymphoma surgery had brought a mountain of sadness in just a few months.
I love and admire Mia with all my heart because she is the only being in the world that I have seen fight with joy to live. For almost three months, from the day she was lifted from a pool of blood on the asphalt, until the day the last thread of an operation was removed, Mia received every moment with joy and the desire to live, without hesitating, without whining, just purring with gratitude.
One evening in February, when Ada, my daughter, was returning home from the office, Mia was hit by the car driving in front of her and left in a pool of blood on the asphalt. She stopped, wrapped her in a towel, and quickly took her to the vet intending to put her to sleep, to end her suffering. And because the vet told her that Mia had already entered a coma, tired and in pain, Ada asked him to do everything necessary, and that she would return the next day to pay for the services and take Mia's ashes.
The following evening, just as she was getting ready to leave her practice, Ada received a phone call "Doctor, the cat came out of the coma a few minutes ago." It was amazing.
I remember that Ada called me that evening "Mom, please, I need your help. I know I'm asking a lot, but I don't have the time to take good care of her." She told me how she met Mia, how the vet told her that he felt he could save the little cat, and what operations she would have to have when she stabilizes better.
Three days later, Mia came home, and in the following week, her maxilla and mandible, both cracked in two, were sutured. The vets suggested that we can try to save the left eye and the treatment started for it as well. The wounds where the skin on the head and one leg had been torn off on impact had already begun to heal.
For the sutures to close correctly and completely, Mia had to be gently fed with a syringe, and the medication was also administered to her.
I cannot describe in words her determination to heal and live, the light she had in her eyes whenever I fed and cared for her.
After a month, when there was still a little time until the sutures could be removed from her mouth, Mia had started to gain weight and be very affectionate, only the eye showed weak signs that it would heal, although the treatment for it had been changed.
Then, one morning, I found her cot full of traces of blood and a clot.
I ran to the vet and discovered that she had actually aborted a kitten and had three more alive and apparently viable.
Who would have thought that a kitten of a few months, which suffered a terrible accident five weeks prior, could be (still) pregnant? Or maybe this is what gave her the will to live?!
I'm not a very smart person, I have no medical education, but suddenly it became obvious to me that either she would abort them all in a row, or, if they were born, the kittens would have a handicap due to the many anticoagulants, anti-inflammatories and antibiotics on which Mia had received. I questioned the vets.
Because it was clearly explained to me that neither the pregnancy nor the abortion put Mia's life and/or health in any danger, I decided to leave it up to God.
After one more week, a second kitten was aborted, but the others that remained alive had grown so beautifully, on the ultrasound I saw their hearts beating and how they held their paws near their noses.
They would have been named Hope and Chance, but they died in the womb less than a week before the date of the cesarean. It was the only day Mia was sad, that's how I knew. Then she was urgently operated on and sterilized.
Two weeks later, a veterinary ophthalmologist was invited to give consultations at an office in the city and we were lucky enough to be able to make an appointment for Mia as well. The diagnosis was clear that the eye not only could not be saved, but it would represent, in time, a source of possible medical troubles. It was surgically removed by our veterinarians, a few days later.
Mia grew up beautifully, and she's the most loving, talkative, and adorable cat in the house, every other cats and dogs love her, The Most Well Behaved In The World and Stella are her best friends.
Thank you for reading Mia's story.
Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue.
This headscarf not only conceals, but it drapes and trails appealingly over the shoulder and down the arm to the floor. It can be worn in two sizes to accommodate different styles beneath. The lower portion of the drape has three width options as well, to fit fuller skirts. The trim and main fabric are separate for mixing colors and fabrics on both the headwrap and the underscarf.
As usual, the Megapack boasts 40 textures of fabric for the scarf and the face veil, which is included in the big pack. The Silky and Linen Fatpacks do not come with the face veil and matching headband, though it can be purchased separately if you wish!
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It must be something about these sheltering-in-place times that creates the urge to cast off all constraints . . . and that goes for outerwear as well!
At least as much as good taste will permit! :-)
I photographed this beautiful marble statue last week, while visiting the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, in Glasgow.
Our Mexican Riviera cruise aboard Carnival's ship "The Pride"
At 17 feet, this statue of David wasn't to hard to miss while
dining at David's restaurant. He was the most photographed
object on the ship. Except people taking pictures of one another.
I used to look like him, but over the years I shrunk to 6' 2"
Paris is covered in naked Neo-classical statuary, at least the modesty of these statues in the Jardin des Tuileries is partly preserved by the hedges.........
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From Wikipedia : "The Tuileries Garden (French: Jardin des Tuileries) is a public garden located between the Louvre Museum and the Place de la Concorde in the 1st arrondissement of Paris. Created by Catherine de' Medici as the garden of the Tuileries Palace in 1564, it was eventually opened to the public in 1667 and became a public park after the French Revolution. In the 19th and 20th centuries, it was a place where Parisians celebrated, met, strolled, and relaxed."
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The pink skirted panties with pink lace camisole offer some modesty while being a bit sexy and VERY girly !
did a 'modesty' version of a recent photo (uncensored version can be found here: flux)
model: Helen Diaz
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A ghoonghat is a headcovering or headscarf, worn in the Indian subcontinent, by some married Hindu, Jain and Sikh women to cover their heads, and often their faces.
In ghoonghat practice, facial veiling observed by married women is known as Laaj (Sanskrit: लज्जा, Lajja - modesty, honor). In veiling practice, it literally means "To keep (one's) modesty, shame and honor".
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A Cham woman poses for the camera at a sand dune in Phan Rang, central Vietnam. The Chams are muslims and the women wear headscarves. This woman was a bit shy at first but after a few minutes and some encouragement she began to relax and open up in front of the camera. I like how her headscarf kept part of her face in the shade.
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"Modesty is invisibility...Never forget it. To be seen--to be seen--is to be...penetrated. What you must be girls, is impenetrable."
— Margaret Atwood
... and setting modesty aside, I sometimes can't believe that there is a man, me, behind these photos! What I mean is that regardless of beauty values, which is subjective, I don't find too many traces of the man I am, in Cristy's images.
This is the case for so many of us and it is admirable how proficient we can get in the art of feminine illusion; with the proper use of countless enhancers. Most of the enhancers are used by women but some are specific for men who want to look like women. Thank God for female vanity and present day technology!
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... y dejando la modestia por un lado, a veces no puedo creer que sea un hombre, yo, el que está detrás de estas fotos! Lo que quiero decir es que sin entrar en valores de belleza, que son subjetivos, me cuesta encontrar rasgos del hombre que soy, en las fotos de Cristy.
Este es el caso de la mayoría de nosotras y es admirable lo diestras que nos podemos volver en le arte de la ilusión femenina; con la ayuda de incontables artilugios. La mayoría de estos artilugios son utilizados por las mujeres pero algunos son específicos para hombres que pretendemos lucir como mujeres. ¡Hay que dar gracias a Dios por la vanidad femenina y por la tecnología actual!
.....another vignette on those fallen, stripped tree trunks, seen amidst the shreds of bark still hanging on, the algae and the fungal rhizoids ....
If you were beginning to form the opinion that I enjoy the soft sensual caress of satin on my skin, then you'd be correct