#my cat looking into the toilet

[gummywyrmms]

h eloo tumbr.......

[catladychronicles]

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[sarah-kings]

You know what? Screw it

*buckets the narrator*

[magnetic-dogz]

Thinking about that post that's like "sometimes you have to be a little mentally ill to get mentally well" and how I've been using my cat Daphne as a motivator to keep up with my hygiene

[rubiesintherough]

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[merrilark]

it's cliche but having a good cry in the shower is really healthy, i think. 11/10, do recommend.

[eviefrve]

oh ya I can rant on here and my bf won't see it. dude quit his job to focus on uni which is whatever but this means I will very very rarely get any time completely alone in our flat and that. may drive me insane.

[imeminemp3]

im so annoyed that the reasons i have to take a day of are on TUESDAY if it was monday it'd be fine bc then by tuesdsy id probably feel atleast 90% for work but as it is i still feel blegh but i really need to go in tomorrow.... idek if ill make it thru the whole day....

[ditzydisko]

Tama: *sticking his head in the toilet after I peed*

Me: yep. That's piss Tama

[cassandraleeds]

I'm glad we didn't have to watch him deteriorate slowly and not know what to do, but Jesus I could have used a few days warning. I miss him so much.

[orcelito]

the funny thing is everyone's like "oh yea a fic studying the senses of an inhuman character, that's pretty cool" but Little Do They Know i happened upon this idea by accident. Sentido started as me just messing around with the idea of hearing Life And Death, which REALLY started as a "Vash can hear dead people" kinda au lksdjfld

decided to go with less of a literal Hearing Dead People and went more of Hearing Death being the acute hearing of death-related sounds. i think this idea's pretty good tbh, even with how accidental it was

[blissfali]

see when i was a kid i was so creative with names that every stuffed animal i got was just jeff. i have/had the memory of a fucking peanut so by naming every inanimate object i owned there was nothing to keep track of. for a brief moment when i was 14 i put a list of a bunch of different names of my stuffed animals on my wall and then i tore it down because i got embarrassed and i just changed all their names to jeff. one of my earliest memories is from when i was 4-8 and i won this galaxy chameleon at the fair. hes jeff. cant remember if this is from the same fair but i also won this zombie plush. he is zombie jeff. had a turquiose owl my dog ate he was also jeff. i have this little pink lamb that ive had for as long as i can remember. yeah thats right her name was lamby fuck you

[roskvawinther]

if i go to your house for a dinnerparty and I see your cat standing on the kitchen table and you don't immediately push it off and shoo it out of the kitchen, im not eating anything you fucking server

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I dont know why my dad prefers dogs over cats

A cat would really be a better pet for him

He never wants to do anything with his dogs. Which is a problem if you have a dog with medium to high energy

Like he's been getting so annoyed with chewby the past couple of days cuz its been hot and he doesnt wanna go out. I literally just had to take her for one short walk yesterday and she calmed right down. Like literally just take her for a walk and she'll chill on the couch with you most of the day

Like dude if you want an animal that doesn't require a lot from you and is cool to just hang out in the same space as you get a fucking cat. Dogs need exercise. And chewby doesn't even have that high of energy. We're just used to having a dog that liked sleeping on the couch all day and only going out to potty. Layla was a couch potato that could entertain herself if she got bored. Chewby needs enrichment. But she's a pretty chill dog. She's just very smart and likes to do things.

I've been alone with her most of the week while my dads been helping his friend move and I literally just take her on one walk a day and wrestle on the couch with her and she's chill to just nap or chew on her ball the rest of the day. My dad would take her out to visit with his friends a for a little bit everyday too but most of her day was spent napping or chewing on her ball. She has more energy than layla did but she's still not a super high energy dog.

[mrfoox]

Living alone with my cats is my anti social younger selfs biggest dream. Sorry I can't sleep over... No my cats need to be fed sorry.... I need to be home before 8pm...

[luveline]

hiiii not sure if your requests are open but if they aren’t just ignore this😭

imagine getting into an argument with james, sirius, and remus because you brought a stray kitten or something home and you really don’t have the room for a kitten

“but look at him🥺”

“no”

“🥺”

“… no” *less convincingly*

You hold the kitten in your hand. Remus strokes her head, her little damp ears. “It's not about that, Remus, I just couldn't leave her there, the box was falling apart and… I thought that only happened in movies.” 

Sirius leans forward on his knees to give the kitten a stroke of his own. “She's lovely,” he murmurs, scratching under her chin and grinning when she moves into it for more. “It's too bad the flat's so small. Otherwise we could keep her.” 

She's tortoise shell with a white half circle around her mouth, eyes squinted closed as she shivers. You've wrapped her in a tea towel like a blanket. She is, without a doubt, that cutest and saddest creature you've ever seen. “Where is she supposed to go, Siri?” you ask gently. 

“People love cats.” Sirius puts his hand on Remus' thigh casually, giving it a loving squeeze as he settles in. “Everybody wants a kitten.” 

But not everyone will be nice to a kitten. She feels like your responsibility now; how can you leave her? She's burrowed into you from the moment you picked her up, shushing and murmuring, your knees sodden in the puddle of rainwater beneath you both. 

“We have to keep her, please,” you say. 

There's a mutual surprise. “Dove, we can't,” Remus says. “The bathroom barely fits the toilet, shower, and sink, we'd never be able to have a litter box.” 

“It wouldn't be fair,” Sirius agrees, “on us or the kitten, she'd have no room once she turns into a cat.” 

You bring the kitten close to your chest and show them her helpless face. “But look at her,” you say softly, widening your eyes gently, your brows bunched together in the beginnings of heartbreak. 

“No,” Remus says, shaking his head sympathetically. 

You frown at him and Sirius in turn, your bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. 

“No,” he says again, sounding unsure. 

Sirius rubs his leg. “Stay strong, my love.” 

“There's just not enough room.” 

You fear you may be losing this battle, and if they really don't want a cat, maybe you shouldn't force them. But then your trump card comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, shirtless, grey joggers low on his hips, and you know you still have a chance. 

“Wow, Jamie,” you say, not having to act very much to give your voice a hoarse rasp, “you might need to shower again.” 

His smile is magnetic. “Yeah?” he asks, immediately delighted by such a brazen comment. “How's the little sweetheart? Reckon we can leave her alone?” 

“She's cold still,” you say.

James visibly melts at your sad tone, while Remus rolls his eyes. “She's just trying to get you on her side, James. I've said we can't keep the cat and she's–” 

“Taking advantage of her feminine wiles?” Sirius suggests. 

“Cheating,” Remus finishes. 

James leans over the back of the sofa between your head and Remus to kiss behind your ear, a brief press of the lips. “Why should I care? Doesn't she deserve her own way?” 

“It's not as though I'm lying,” you say guiltily. 

James laughs and kisses your jaw. You bring your shoulder up to your chin and flush with heat at such a simple thing, trying your hardest not to jostle the kitten in your hand as he wraps an arm around your front, resting his face against yours. The wet curls of his hair are cold on your skin, and the straight line of his jaw digs in. “I know,” he says. 

“Catch on, Jamie,” Remus says. 

“Shan't, won't.” Another kiss to your cheek. 

“Please, Remus, I promise if you don't want her then I won't make you, but if it's about room, of course there's enough. The four of us manage to squeeze in, don't we?” You lean into James’ embrace, eyes melty-soft. You're practically batting your eyelashes at him. 

Sirius flops into Remus’ lap with a resigned sigh. “If you don't say yes, I will anyway. Look at her.” 

You don't know if he means the kitten or you, but you choose to believe it's you he's complimenting, and you react accordingly, your little smile pushing Remus completely over the edge. 

He sighs. “Yes, alright. Fine.” 

You pass James the little warm parcel of fur and use your freshly emptied hands to grab Remus by both arms. “Thank you! Aw, thank you, Remus. Sirius. I'll be so absolutely clean and if it does seem too small I promise, I won't make anyone suffer.” 

“I never thought you would,” he says. “If you really want to keep her, I can't stop you. I'm your boyfriend, not a prison warden.” 

“Well, we share a home–” 

“I know,” he says warmly, “it's alright. Keep your kitten, dove. Looks like you've found her for a reason.” 

You laugh happily and gather him up for a hug. “Oh, I love you.” 

“What shall we name her?” Sirius asks around you. 

“I'm not fussed. What do you like?” James asks. 

Sirius meets your eyes as you and Remus pull apart. “You always get your way, hmm? Why don't you name her?” 

Oh, you could hug him to death too. He looks comfortable where he is, his face on Remus thigh, hair fanned out over his joggers, and you don't want to disturb him (he's not quite as tactile as the others), so you stroke a curl from his cheek and offer him a cheeky smile. “Don't you have any ideas?” you ask. 

“About you, or the cat?” 

You laugh at his teasing. “Which one do you think?” 

Remus nudges you in the ribs. “Don't start. If we're keeping your cat, we need to go out, don't we? You'll have to go get dressed again.”

You give them all a glowing smile and clamber off of the sofa to find your shoes.