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For the sake of a good relationship, one must never demean their familiar by asking them to do household tasks such as making hot drinks.

For, as we all know, familiar tea breeds contempt.

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familiar deal

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familiar deal

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YOU

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catgirl

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[transgender elf princess is cradling my limp body after I gave my life to save her from an evil sorcerer] ELF PRINCESS:[tearing up] to think a roguish scoundrel like you would give your life for me… you kindhearted fool… you can't leave me… [delirious from Soul Decay] can you call me a good girl while I touch yuor ears

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HELL YEAH

Congratulations to Izutsumi by herself on winning the title of Seaworthiest Ship in the Dungeon!

kbity

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motivational catgirl

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the humble catgirl is an endangered species nowadays, in the age of doggirls, bunnygirls and deergirls. but i'm still here. meow

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Well, after not being allowed to donate plasma, we've finally run out of options.

I haven't talked about it too much here but my savings ran dry a lot sooner than expected due in part to the 20k that went towards medical expenses relating to my adrenal insufficiency (yay mystery illnesses without insurance!)

I've got one interview after at least 20 applications which I hope goes very well, but to get to that point and keep our apartment and the cats, my roomie put together a Gofundme to pay the bills for one month to keep our heads above water.

Lexi also runs paid DnD and Pathfinder games which are currently our only source of income, so if that sounds up your alley, you can find them here on Start Playing.

They're very passionate about tabletop, a brilliant writer and DM and nonbinary and very much LGBTQIA+ positive.

Either option would help us out majorly. If we can make it through this month and I can get employed again, we can hold out for a while longer.

Finally, have a picture of our eternal kitten, Kaya Amanojaku von Katzenbaby, also known as Baby Kitty. (She's five years old.)

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Have this crude ear rub rub animation

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★ 【ノビル】 「 ネコ耳 」 ✔ republished w/permission ☆ follow me on twitter // bsky

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Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I won’t let her in from the screen porch.

Page 1 

Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, “Mama! Mama, help! I’m in the screen porch!” 

Panel 2: She scratches at the door. “Mama! Mama I’m trapped! I’m trapped in the screen porch! Mama!” she cries. 

Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. “I see you, Mama! Can’t you hear me? Why won’t you let me in? What have I done, Mama!”

Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.

She says, “Was I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!”

Page 2

Panel 1: While she’s perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen. 

“But I couldn’t touch it, Mama!” she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, “I could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!”

Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.

 “I could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!”

Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen. 

“Tormented by what I could never reach!” 

Page 3

Panel 1 : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage. 

“And yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?” 

Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.

“Is this what you call justice, Mama?” She says. “Is this what you call love?” 

Panel 3: From Bunny’s perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, “Answer me, Mama! Mama!”

Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. “Mama!” she yells. 

Page 4

Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunny’s sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.

 I say, “ Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.”

Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams “MAMA!!”

End ID.

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future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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more cat than maid at this point

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