Skunk Bear is nickname for the wolverine, so it is only right that we keep you up to date with wolverine news from round the globe!
- This article outlines the triumphant return of wolverines to Washington State, and the new threat they face as their snowy habitat melts away.
- Scientists from the Rocky Mountain Research Station looked at DNA from century-old wolverines preserved in museums and discovered that ALL the wolverines who were native to the United States were killed by humans. The wolverines we see in the states now are descended from Canadian immigrants.
- Back in the skunk bear glory days before their population was decimated by hunting, wolverines in Sweden and Norway had a pretty sweet relationship with another big predator - the lynx. Scientists from Stockholm University believe that scavenging lynx kills helped wolverines avoid hunting (which takes a lot more energy).
ICYMI: In Wolverine News: Issue #1
Just found out April 4th was World Rat Day so here are 10 rats from around the world enjoy
1. Long Tailed Giant Rat
2. Painted Tree Rat
3. Madagascan Jumping Rat
4. Northern Luzon Giant Cloud Rat
5. Bosavi Woolly Rat
6. Red Crested Tree Rat
7. Giant Bushy Tailed Cloud Rat
8. Norway Rat
9. Gambian Pouched Rat
10. Hoary Bamboo Rat
Yay world rat day!I work with Madagascar jumping rats at the zoo. They aren’t the nicest animals but they are super cute and snuggle together and make their little nests and yay rats!
this elephant is a better artist than I am
this is better then the mirror for the self awareness test.
Holy shit elephants
Guys, I need to know if this is real. Like, my heart is honestly racing at the possibility of this.
It’s trained behavior, they only know how to paint one thing, and they do it to avoid pain inflicted by their handlers.
This is a very abusive practice.
yep, was about to say the same thing, but someone beat me to it. thanks for spreading awareness.
Three breeder male Banana Ball Pythons showing some of the different variation that can be found in the morph. Like I’ve said before, there really isn’t a high or low quality Banana, each one is an absolutely stunning animal in its own right.
Truly the Holy Grail of the BP world.
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.
IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK
I adopted my cat when he was still in recovery from a massive injury caused by abuse. Though the injury left him with permanent physical scars, he is the most loving, affectionate cat I have ever met. Not to mention my dachshund with a clouded eye and my formerly-paralyzed Jindo mix who was considered so unadoptable she was literally about to be put down!
Ocelot, 1888, Ottomar Anschütz