These are a few of our favorite things. Various heavily-tatted bikers and rot rod enthusiasts have banded together over their mutual love of animals to create “Rescue Ink.” Bikers, you see, love pussy:

The group became a little larger over the course of about 15 years, with various animal-loving, tattooed bikers in the New York area joining the conversation. One member, Angel Nieves, a 47-year-old retired city police detective, grew up in the projects on West 125th Street and remembered taking in strays from the streets as a boy, as did many of his cohorts. He owns a tiny, white bichon frisé named Cris.

Of course he does. God, we love a man who looks like he could tear the face off a puppy turning around and actually cuddling a litter of little doggies. The men participate in stuff like saving abused or abandoned animals, educating schoolchildren on how to treat pets and saving fancy dogs from crackheads:

One case: On Columbus Avenue on the Upper West Side, a woman left her pedigreed Maltese, Mao, in her car as she stepped away to get something to eat. When she returned, the window was smashed and the dog was gone. Rescue Ink put up fliers and checked the street’s video cameras.

“It was a crackhead,” Angel said, “sold the dog for a few hundred dollars, drug money to a woman walking down the street. We got a tip. Someone said they had bought the dog on 129th Street, I think it was. We picked the dog up from somebody else, on First Avenue.”

And they know all sorts of things!:

Like a gust of authority, Biagi, who uses only his last name for security reasons, strode over. “This is no good,” he announced. “You see that? You see the saggy teats? She’s a breeder. It puts a big strain on the dog.”

Yo, totally. And, now. The reason you’re actually reading this. Pictures of bikers with various baby animals:

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