The Procyonidae (The “Before-Dogs”)

Procyonidae include the raccoons, coatis, cacomistles (ringtail “cats”), kinkajous and olingo/olinguitos. They’re native to North and South America, and likely split off from the canids around 25 million years ago.

Many members of this family have distinctive facial markings and ringed tails, though the olingos and kinkajous do not. The kinkajous have prehensile tails, which is a trait shared with only one other carnivoran, the binturong (“bearcat”) of South-East Asia.

These species are members of the superfamily Musteloidea, which includes red pandas, weasels, and skunks. Well, it might. Current phylogenetic studies seem to indicate that this might not be a truly-related group, but for now they’re still classified together.

Despite being members of the Caniforma (“dog-shaped”) suborder, which are members of the Carnivora, the Procyonidae don’t have any carnassal teeth - part of their more-omnivorous opportunistic diet, compared to the rest of their suborder. Carnassal teeth are needed for ripping and shredding flesh, and are essential in hunters like wolves and bears. While each species of the Procyonidae has preferred foods, they’re not obligate consumers of any one thing, allowing them to adapt and survive in an increasingly-urban world.


The Quadrupeds of North America. John James Audubon, 1851

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From 1947, T.S. Eliot reads “The Naming of Cats.” (via)

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"Their First Quarrel" by Charles Dana Gibson
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Can I just live here?
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Last Monday I was nominated by my lit professor to join the Honors English College.

Today my boyfriend and I were invited by our Honors English Composition professor to participate at a round table in a conference in Florida this October. I am shocked and ecstatic that he not only thinks we are the strongest writers in the class, but that we are good enough to take part in this conference with so many PhDs and smart people who have made it and who I want to be and ugh.

Good opportunities keep popping up, and I’m beginning to finally believe my hard work has been worth something!

I’m going to do my best to get funding for travel and registration! Go team!

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Typewriter Series #755 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I want this. I want that. I want photos of us. I want to be proud of us out loud. I want to kiss you. I want to smile and laugh. I want to make you giggle and I want to make you sigh and I want to take your breath away and I want to dance with you at people’s weddings and I want to pick you up and carry you when your feet are tired and I want to wait until you are Almost asleep and then kiss your nose and make you laugh so hard with some secret joke that your belly hurts and you smack me for waking you all the way up so we have to get out of bed and sit and watch the city lights while eating a bowl of cereal at 1:38 am. I want to smell you fresh from a shower and paint your toenails and take you to baseball games and teach you hidden things that are going on that most people don’t know. I want us. I want the smell of pancakes when it’s me that cooks them and the sun hasn’t yet woken.  I want the smell of dinner when it’s us that burned it because we fell to the floor and made love instead.  I want the handprints on car windows, steamed up from the inside.  I want long baths followed by short showers and the scent of your shampoo staining my hands for the entire day to follow.  I want ears that hear the words I spill instead of eyes that read them.  I want notebooks black with ink from all the details I noticed from all the times I sat and marveled at the way you spin through an hour.
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"The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

I don’t remember when the bear moved in. It just showed up one day—a cub, plushy and small with fat, padded paws like oversized ink stamps. We let her sleep in the dog’s kennel for a…


if i were a caterpillar i would probably emerge from my cocoon as another slightly fatter caterpillar

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