#cat dog au

[ladyddanger]

Cat girl or Dog girl???

C!Quackity: cat boy the kind that pushes things off desks and makes eye contact the whole time.

C!Wilbur: cat boy the kind that’s skinny and looks sad but when you try to pick him up and give him a good home he bites you.

C!Sam: Dog boy. A Great Dane.

aimsey: cat girl the kind that chases cars

Mcchil: Cat boy the kind that sits on your feet no matter what you’re doing

Micheal the piglin: kitten

Shroud the spider: puppy

Foolish Jr and Finley: both puppies

Dream XD: Dog boy: collie who always seems to know more then he should

C!Foolish: dog boy: golden retriever.

C!Philza: cat boy the kind that acts sweet but becomes a billion pounds when you try to pick him up.

C!Eryn: cat boy: the kind of cat vanishes and comes back with five new scars.

C!Connor: the kind of cat who seems sweet and lays in the sun all day but attacks anyone who says the word vet

C!Technoblade: Cat boy. The big fluffy kind that could bite you but doesn’t want to.

C!Tommy: dog boy (duh) chocolate lab.

C!Tubbo: cat boy: the kind that hisses at you from under the couch.

C!Ranboo: cat boy: the kind that can open doors by himself but also runs into walls.

C!Badboy: cat boy the kind who acts like he’s dying when you don’t pay attention to him for five seconds.

C!Skeppy: dog boy: spaniel.

C!Dream: dog boy: grey hound.

C!George: cat boy: the kind that falls asleep on your labtop to be annoying.

C!Sapnap: Dog boy: husky mixed with wolf looks scary but trips over his own feet.

C!Eret: cat boy the kind that sits next to to you and meows but runs away when you try to pet her.

C!Niki: cat girl the kind that Gives love bites that draw blood.

C!Schlatt: catboy the kind cat who sits and hisses at anyone who enters his home.

C!Ponk: Cat that thinks she’s a dog and chases her own tail.

C!Tina: cat duh: the really sweet kind that sleeps next to you.

C!Hannah: Dog girl. A mix who follows around little kids to make sure they are safe.

C!Puffy: A German Shepard.

C!Punz: cat girl the kind of cat that leaves dead mice on your pillow and is really proud of it.

C!Purpled: Cat girl the kid of cat who hisses at you no matter what.

C!Slime: dog boy: Labrador retriever.

C!Karl: bunny boy: the kind that chews cords and then looks at you like he doesn’t know what he did wrong.

[loomontoia]

My family

[charliemwrites]

As promised some time ago: Gaz!

The new house is… well, you don’t dislike it. It’s beautiful, already renovated while you were busy selling the old house. Just new, unfamiliar. You’re unaccustomed to the noises it makes, the shadows it casts, the echoes off the walls.

You’re not too proud to admit (to yourself and your dogs) that you’re a bit of a chicken the first couple weeks. Too many nights watching spooky media about people living in walls or stalking new tenants — despite Skipper’s best efforts. So you keep one or more of the dogs with you at all times, fingers in their fur and lights on as you go. Ghost has been especially tolerant, leaning against your leg when the sun goes down and the house feels too strange.

You’ve always been grateful for the peace of mind that four huge wolf-dogs brings, but never more than now. With several sets of teeth surrounding your bed and guarding your locked doors, they’ve made the transition so much easier on your nerves.

The new forest behind the house is also some cause for concern. The first day you brought them home, you went out by yourself for quick inspection of the yard and immediate area. Sharp-eyed looking for glass, metal, or anything else dubious.

You came back to four extremely grumpy pups and were basically bullied out of leaving them alone again. Skipper was especially huffy that night.

But things feel like they’re beginning to settle. You’ve gotten a bigger couch, bigger floor cushions. There’s a second story to this new house — or more of a half-floor really. A loft? It consists of the master bedroom, master bathroom, and a sort of open-spaced landing that you’re using as a satellite collection zone for toys.

Sometimes, when you’re on the couch, you’ll catch a bit of movement and get spooked by one of the boys staring from the railing that overlooks the den. Have fussed at wagging Johnny twice now for it.

Still, the transition to your new home has been as smooth as you could ask for with four giant, protective dogs. You miss the old place a bit; have the irrational fear that you’re going to miss another displaced dog in need of a home, but you try not to think about it.

Maybe you should have thought about it a little more.

One evening, you let the boys out for their pre-bed potty. There’s a cup of chamomile tea in your hand, a blanket wrapped tight around your shoulders. Winter will be setting in soon. It’s already cold enough to set your teeth on edge. Never mind that it’s been raining all day, only just letting up to light patter at sunset.

Commotion at the edge of the (much larger) yard catches your attention. All of your boys seem to be gathered around something. They’re not barking or growling, and from the dim porch light, you don’t see hackles raised but still. Anything that catches their attention is worth investigating.

Cursing under your breath, you set your mug aside, slip into some shoes, and snatch up your phone for the flashlight. It’s only when you’re halfway there that you remember to pray that it’s not something dead. Or dying. Or creepy.

“Please don’t let this be a spooky doll or something,” you whisper to yourself.

Skipper must hear you, because his head pops up. He doesn’t… look concerned. But he’s a dog, how would he know that something in the yard is of human concern?

He trots away from their little congregation to meet you, almost like he’s escorting you to whatever they’re gathered around. You realize why when the flashlight illuminates a ball of soaked fur.

“Oh,” you breathe, “oh no…”

You gently nudge Konig aside to kneel down, a dry sob bubbling up in the back of your throat when you hear a quiet, miserable mew. A pair of brilliant green eyes squint and shy from the light, wide and sad.

“Oh, baby,” you coo. “Please come here. C’mon.”

You slowly, carefully extend a hand. Palm up, just a couple fingers. You’re not as familiar with cats anymore, but you remember enough to know that there‘ll be no scooping it up, even if it needs help. It’ll have to come to you of its own accord.

Relief floods you when you get the briefest cursory sniffle, and then the kitty is bumping its head against your hand for a scritch. You take a moment to pet what you can, heart breaking a bit with each shiver in the cold.

You keep coaxing it closer, gentle words and patient petting, getting bolder with your touch. When it’s finally close enough, the faintest purr rattling in its chest, you decide to try.

Apart from a nervous glance, the cat remarkably tolerant about letting you wrap your now-wet blanket around it, then scooping it up.

“Oof, you’re a big kid, huh?” You mutter, pausing to get a better hold. The darkness and hunkering down to preserve body heat was deceptive. This cat feels huge. “That’s alright, I’m used to it.”

You breathe a huge sigh when you enter the house again. It’s toasty inside — or at least it feels that way after sitting in the cold rain for fifteen minutes.

The boys files in after you, politely shaking off at the door before stepping into the mudroom. (Another upgrade you’ve been extremely grateful for.

You pause, try to get your bearings. You’ve got four soaked dogs, one possibly hypothermic cat, and you.

Christ, sometimes you wish you had an extra pair of hands.

“Okay. Let’s get the heater first.”

It’s already going, so you just turn it up a bit more, warm enough to start drying everyone. Then you go to the cupboard, sparing an arm from your oversized bundle to extract a towel.

You cross back to the heater and sit down, gently nestling your cat-burrito into the well of your legs.

The same big green eyes blink up at you, another mewl comes from it.

“Hi,” you croon, “isn’t that better already? Much warmer in here.”

You present the towel for inspection, let it sniff and decide it’s non-threatening before gently wiping it along the clumped fur. The dogs, to your surprise, don’t crowd to investigate. Skipper stops by to give the cat a sniff, before ultimately flopping down against your hip. But the other three arrange themselves around you, watching, but giving you and the kitty some space.

Remarkably thoughtful of them, and you tell them as much, praising their good behavior. The kitty, in the meantime, just… stares. It’s been a long time since you interacted with one, but you don’t remember your grandma’s tabby being so…

“Can I help you, little one?” You ask, grinning when it blinks at you slowly. You brush a finger under its chin, grinning when its eyes go half-lidded and nearly cross. “You’re worse than my Johnny boy with the staring.”

You receive a huff for that and laugh softly, making kissy noises at him until his tail thumps against the absorbent floor mat.

The cat is back to staring, though, ears up. You hum and keep up the half-scratching, half-drying technique until its fur starts to fluff up and you can take proper stock of the animal you’ve just rescued.

You weren’t kidding about it being big. Biggest cat you’ve ever seen — you’d almost think it was wild if not for the sweet face. You’re sure you might have seen the breed somewhere before…

Maine coon, maybe? Or… Siberian something or other? It’s fluffy, that’s for sure. But even without all the fluff that’s beginning to poof out like a dirty cotton ball, it’s a big cat. Big enough to be an average dog.

You huff in amusement that more it dries out.

“You look like a little storm cloud,” you giggle. “Well, little being relative.”

You receive a more normal-sounding meow for that. It thrills you that it’s already sounding better. Less sad, for sure.

The purring even start up again, developing into a deep hum like a running motor. It’s instantly soothing, the same way listening to the dogs’ breathing is. It lulls you until you’re nearly dozing sitting up. Only the wet nose of Skipper against your cheek rousing you.

“Jesus, right,” you say, jolting. Take a drowsy look around. All the boys seem dry or mostly dry. The only damp spot left on your new feline friend seems to be the feet, which won’t take much longer. “Let’s get inside proper.”

You lock up the mudroom and turn the heater low again, then urge everyone into the den. The cat doesn’t even hesitate, threading cleverly between your moving legs as you shuffle to the kitchen.

You prep an extra bowl of food and leave it up for the cat where the dogs can’t get it. Give it one last stroke from head to tail before trudging for the bathroom.

Normally, you’d be more concerned about leaving a cat in a house full of dogs. But the boys proved already that they have no interest in hurting the cat, despite the earlier crowding. Figure there are plenty of places to hide if they do make the kitty uncomfortable regardless.

The hot shower only serves to thicken the drowsiness blanketing you, leaving you heavy-lidded and sluggish. You pull the curtain aside to the usual audience of huge eyes, a new pair among them — the cat perched on the bathroom sink.

When you lean to grab your towel, they stick their face close for a sniff and you pause, always patient for curious creatures. When the little nose gets too close to your mouth, you twist and drop a quick peck to its snout before leaning back. The flabbergasted look makes you laugh as you begin toweling off.

“What a funny little thing you are,” you coo. “Would you like to be mind.”

“Mrrrow!”

“Yeah, I made a good first showing, huh?”

You have absolutely zero supplies for a cat, but that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now, you just want to climb into bed and conk out. Home-making and animal-saving takes a lot out of you.

As always, the furry procession to your room leaves you warm and happy. Johnny always the first to hop into bed, licking your shoulder when you climb in beside him. Konig takes your other side, much more willing to snuggle now that you have the California King mattress to accommodate your pack. Ghost licks at Skipper’s chin in the doorway, then jumps up to lie by your hip, cuddling Johnny.

Skipper comes up last, padding over to receive one last kiss from you before lying by your feet, on the side closest to the door. You’re less concerned about kicking him now with the extra room, and enjoy the heat for your toes.

You almost startle at the soft thump next to your head. Turn and blink to see big green eyes blinking down at you, a purr nearly rattling your brain.

“Oh, hi,” you murmur, “make yourself at home.”

The cat does just that, curling himself onto a pillow and pressing his forehead into your neck. You nearly melt as you flick off the light. It’s warm and quiet and dark, just the breathing of warm bodies and soft tap of rain.

“I love you all so much,” you whisper, fingers threading into Konig’s coat. “My loves.”

The house’s new echoes are still unfamiliar, so it’s just a product of being half-asleep that makes you think you hear voices in the middle of the night.

[jkooktray]

Catzai

YouTube vers.

[baskeigh-ball]

MUD DOGS MUD DOGS MUD DOGS MU

so yeah raph was with the mud dogs for the earlier years of his life! they raised him the best that a ragtag group of criminals could manage, and he became a sort of team mascot

I imagine their dynamic summed up by that one scene from Megamind’s backstory (y’know. the one where they teach him police=bad and robber=good? yeah uhhh they really screwed up his perception of crime and legality with that one, oops)

As for how he went from living with them to working for Big Mama? That’s for me to know and you guys to eventually find out

[sourbatzz]

Hii gang

Frowning Critters AU by @/eggritos 💥

[sweeneydino]

Baby dragons... they unlocked it way too early-

Bro, I could've sworn I saw a specific ask asking for this, but I checked, and it wasn't there. I am bamboozled.

Could've just been my dreams fucking with me again idk-

Might get back to spikeangelo later this week, gonna do the ones that are collecting dust first cause I feel bad lol.

Plus, Spikeangelo needs to stretch his legs cause I'm tying him to the trauma train.

[mothzan]

Ignored

[demonic0angel]

Danny would fail the wall test 😔 (click for clarity)

[strangersatellites]

AU where steve and eddie are neighbors and pet parents to furry friends who are near replicas of themselves.

eddie is a dog dad to a massive doberman named zeus who wears a chain for a collar and has a permanently angry face. despite his appearance and general demeanor, zeus is a scaredy cat when it comes to other animals. eddie is always worried leaving him behind with his friends. scared that their own pets are going to make zeus nervous the whole time he’s gone and that he’s going to get even more shy as a result.

steve is the proud owner of a beautiful white persian cat with the prettiest blue eyes named charlotte. she’s picky with her food and very selective with who she decides she likes. so far, steve and robin are her favorites and every pet sitter steve has ever chosen was quickly on her shit list. every other animal she’s even met is too. even down to robin’s fish. that lives in a tank. and can’t bother her.

one day steve asks eddie if he could pet sit while steve’s gone back home for the weekend. tells him he has a cat who is too prissy for her own good and will probably be so dramatic if she doesn’t like something that he does. eddie laughs and he agrees but warns him he has a dog that’s kind of shy, but says he can keep them separated for a couple of days. steve drops charlotte off with her pink floor pillow and her food and his fingers crossed that he doesn’t get a call that she’s not eating within the hour.

when steve returns, having heard nothing from eddie all weekend, he’s beyond surprised when eddie answers the door with a smile and a “you’re not gonna believe this.”

he walks into eddie’s apartment and finds zeus curled up in his bed asleep and charlotte curled against his side peeking at steve and eddie with her head tilted.

against all odds, zeus and charlotte quickly become inseparable and steve and eddie do too.

au august day 5: pet sitters

[mushimadness]

The Amazing Digital Menagerie (1/3)

Jumping on the tadc au train. The idea was that the game they entered was an animal circus management game thing but instead of entering the player role, they instead entered the animal roles.

[zu-is-here]

[ out of contest ]

DTIYS by @help-im-a-gay-fish ✧ Congrats on 2000+! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[rayix]

Pets :>

[esmiara]

No thoughts, head empty, only catzai.

[fruifruit]

me, trying to take a nap: warrior cats au where they are wolves and rusty is a shiba

[pigeonwithapen]

I did not mean to put this much thought into this, other companions coming soon. Probably.

[ID in Alt]