#cat code

[spiderfaang]

I know people bash on spottedleaf for telling leafpool to follow her heart and then getting mad at her later but what I find interesting about the follow your heart scene is how spottedleaf says it. Because she doesn't just say "follow your heart" she also says "Deep inside, you know what is right, and you must follow your heart" and then reiterates the you know what is right part again when leafpool thinks that she was getting spottedleafs blessing to run away. yeah you can still interpret that as spottedleaf telling her to run off with crowfeather but you could also say that spottedleaf didn't say that at all and told leafpool to do what was right

[meteor522]

Vanilla Mocha Spotted Tabby

[qrcatfinder]

[soramachaii]

[dreamed-cat]

[trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]

new cat

[caffstrink]

My 2 favorites

[cyromew-blog]

Scan

[mistercrowbar]

“Leaving a fang out is vampire blepping” lead to “astarion yawns like a cat”

[moch1rice]

Pomni is a cat in this essay i will-

[gemgdynamight0]

New Katsuki sketch drawn by horikoshi for TUM. LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS 😭❤️ HE IS SO PRECIOUS 🥹

[meteor522]

Lavender-shaded Cap and Sadle Sugar Lavender Marbled Tabby and White

[hinamie]

you should draw kuna more

guy shrugging emoji

[soramachaii]

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”