#cocoa the cat

[butnobodycame627]

OC art dump :))

[sharpiecoffeedragon]

I need everyone to see the cutest clip of my cat ove ever recorded!

Her name is Cocoa, and she knows she is very beautiful, but lives compliments and I will tell her.

[isatwothree]

at home

[toastedstims]

A Siamese cat stimboard for @cutiepieautistic ‘s 1602 followers challenge!!

Day 1: favourite cat or dog breed!

☕️🐈‍⬛☕️|🐈‍⬛☕️🐈‍⬛|☕️🐈‍⬛☕️

[catfindr]

[webdiggerxxx]

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[thepiratearcinhamlet]

Y'all, I don't even have words - Cocoa ( @kuni-kuun ) was so sweet and let me commission her to do this Vash and Wolfwood (and Kuroneko!) piece, and IM IN LOOOOOOVE?!!?! HER ART IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS!!!!!

Trigun is my current hyperfixation, I'm gonna be screaming about this for years, and this art is feeding my brainrot HAHA! Wolfwood is absolutely DESTROYING Vash at cards, and I LOVE how confused the silly plant man is. No, Wolfwood's definitely not cheating, and the cat most certainly is not eating your cards, sweetie. I love that cat, there is no thought behind those eyes.... (psst, the cat is me...) I LOVE THIS ART SO MUCH?!? The Bride bottle (sobs,,, iykyk,,,), the buttons and folds and tabs on Vash's coat, their priceless expressions !!

Watch me hang this on my wall in a place of honor - THANK U, COCOA!!! 💙 My entire year is made!! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY!! LOVE AND PEACE, GUYS!!! 🍩🤞

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Sunday meeting the Creation while (unknowingly) ascending to Aeonhood !!

A lil' something for y'all after my longlonglonglonggggggg disappearance :3

If the sinners couldn't be rid of by Their divine hand, then he shall do it himself. But his— her God pertains the notion of sparing the evil and giving them a chance to seek solace in THEIR thousand voices, or the ones of the Primaxus Deus.

Sunday wishes to see her vision one last time, to see with his own eyes if these sinners could truly turn back to the right path. He's done this before countless times before— but he wants to put this belief of hers to yet another run. Was it to reminisce on lost time, or run from his own sacred beliefs?

And yet still, he doesn't see nor hear the sounds of the battle, neither could he speak in this newfound space; all he can see was this shining path, a separating rift from the boundless luminescent seas it tore through.

He takes a cautious step forward and all of the nearby stars were already flocking towards his shoes with reverence, whispering things of the comprehensable mortal plane to the maddening knowledge of the divine. Some know of his current predicament, while some predict how his future would be another footnote in history, success or otherwise.

Time seems to slow here, atleast that was how Sunday saw it. His path was solid yet it made ripples with each step he took but, it never splashed water. He had half a mind to keep walking.

The stars do not have eyes— as if it would ever, yet he still feels as if he was being stalked, being followed by a presence. He wants to ask, yell out who it was, but his mouth was sealed shut. With no other choice does he continue walking. Faint cackles, and the sound of distorted heavenly choir whispers could be heard in the distance.

At last he sees something in the distance other than endless starry seas: a large, disembodied arm. Well, it looks that way anyways. The rest of the body looks to be shrouded in darkness.

Sunday got closer and closer to this arm when a sun suddenly rose up just ahead of his path. He can't help but feel familiar with this sun. The ones beside his feet tell him it's the one in his solar system of origin. But... he's seen and looked at countless stars upon the starry skies, how can he remember something that glowed hot and bright on the days when he was trying to keep survival closer with his sister?

The smaller beads of light beneath his legs gently pushed him towards the right direction, humming familiar tunes along the way.

Yet again, it was another long walk to his new destination. Sunday doesn't feel tired, if at all from walking all this way when he'd usually need a break by now. The stars provided decent entertainment along the way, luckily enough.

He carefully approaches this large hand, now as big as one of the walls in the Dewlight Pavilion. Memories of his death resurfaces in his mind. A small curse is stifled under his breath. No matter, he'll get rid of the concept of death in his promised dreamscape soon enough.

And just as he begins to tentatively sit on the beckoning heat of the hand, exactly as the stars excitedly encouraged him so, the space shook harshly and he falls. Sunday looks around in a panicked apprehension, which the beads of stars expressed as much if not more.

The large hand brushes along his figure in an almost comforting way, till it disappears after a few swipes. The stars dissipate as well in fear, leaving him in the neverending darkness.

He clutched his chest, almost in agony, a baffled look on his face when he tried to search for the warmth of the hand. Sunday hadn't asked them his question yet.

"So... Why does life slumber?..." He asks to the dark, not expecting answers. Machine parts clammer along his movements.

"Because... someday..."

"We will wake up from our dreams!"

And so does he, too wake up from his own slumber. And along with his shattered will, the stage beneath him crumbled and fell.

Sunday lets himself drop untowards the Golden Hour, reaching out to the world where he promised an impossible pledge to countless souls, unable to fly back where he wished due to his clipped wings.

The night is still... too short...

Arms cradle his figure and bringing it to a tight hug. This action brought him out of his stupor, embracing his sister in reflex.

He dipped his head low, imminent defeat having already been accepted. Yet again do memories flash his mind, but they were only about his 'dream.' What did it all mean?

"Brother..."

"The dream... is over."

[14dayswithyou]

I'm ready to clock into work!! 👩‍🍳

Does Elanor play favorites with her cats be honest...

Who's the cutest, the friendliest, the grumpiest, the skrunkliest? Does Orange subscribe to r/oneorangebraincell??

⌞♥⌝ Coconut is Elanor's favourite because she's the most affectionate with people and doesn't mind being petted. She's also the pickiest when it comes to eating, and will only eat her food if it's on the counter closest to the fridge. Put her bowl on the floor and she'll refuse to acknowledge it.

Orange isn't the skrunliest (that's Cocoa), but she's definitely the soggiest — given how often she likes to stand in the shower while Elanor is in there. And because Orange is the only cat who's allowed trusted to go outside unsupervised, she also brings home the most random items and leaves them on Elanor's pillow as a surprise.

Cocoa breaks the sound barrier whenever she's within earshot of a bag opening and will quite literally jump anyone who isn't Elanor. She's since had her nails trimmed and put in the cone of shame after getting tangled up in Kiara's luggage and tearing up their clothes.

[butnobodycame627]

woa

[roqueforti]

ohhhhh bonbon time it's bonbon time will you have some bons of mine

[dreamingdormouse]

I am harboring a THIEF in my house

but she's adorable so she never gets consequences

[image description: a video of me following a strand of tan yarn through my house from my knitting bag to my bathroom, where the thief in question prefers that I keep my yarn. She is shown in the video, an outrageously fluffy black cat. End ID]

That's not even the only yarn that was in the bathroom this morning! Just the only one that was ATTACHED to something, and therefore left a trail!

[image description: two balls of yarn, one grey and one white, on the counter by the bathtub. End ID]

She specifically is interested in animal fibers, unsurprisingly for a carnivore. She completely ignores cotton and linen yarns, and also ignores synthetics like acrylic. The tan yarn and grey yarn are both wool, and the white is ANGORA.

At least my little helper has good taste, that angora is very soft. And, thankfully, she doesn't chew on or kick around the yarns that she steals, just stashes them in my bathroom.

[catsofyore]

Look at this handsome cocoa salesman! Photo from my collection, no further info. The crate seems to be breakfast cocoa from Walter Baker & Co.

[catfindr]

[tinykittygardencat]

coffee tea cocoa

[millydeerart]

Bob - Animal Crossing