Hey, my cat is getting put to sleep tomorrow and your noirpunk fic has been helping me process this and is very comforting so thank you a million times for it, I hope you have a fantastic week
fuck, dude, i’m so sorry. i lost my cat a while ago too. it’s awful and i still miss her.
i’m glad my writing could help a little. couldn’t finish this today, but here’s a sketch based on a fic idea i’ve been cooking for a bit. i hope it makes you smile. take care of yourself <3
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do y’all ever think about how cats are a gift? like this is just perfect love and perfect trust 🥲
i just found out i need two total knee replacements. and i’m just having trouble dealing. but dinah is my ride or die and she never lets me forget it 💜
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there is a cat purring on me and making biscuits on my arm. all is well and anxiety is just a figment of my imagination.
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My non lap cat on my lap
Sassy is not a lap cat. Unless I’m sick or depressed. Or having PTSD flashbacks. Or if I’m having any sort of problem. She is not a lap cat but will try when I need her haha
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My dad got himself a kitten for Christmas and I forgot how small kittens are. This thing is like the size of a russet potato. It is either sleeping or committing adorable acts of violence against furniture legs.
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Local Komaru falls asleep next to Viktor body pillow
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I’m having another moment crying because of how much I love my cat
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Sometimes I think there is only evil in the world but then my cat goes ‘mreiw :3’ and rubs her little face against mine and suddenly I’m like . Maybe life isn’t so bad. Maybe there is still love and maybe the purpose in life is to be kind.
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So this is controversial: for the record, I’m anti outdoor cat. That’s a hill I will die on. And I know I will regret posting this, but. I stand by it.
And that’s where things get tricky: so J and I already have a 100% indoor cat. She’s older, persnickety, and extremely opinionated (read: a hater.) And our neighborhood is absolutely full of stray, abandoned, and feral cats of varying types. It’s bad. As a biologist at heart, I weep, for both the wildlife they affect and the cats themselves.
There is a stray who has found our yard this spring, borderline emaciated but otherwise seeming healthy, who has suddenly and inexplicably glued herself to my side (and legs). She is dismal at being a cat and clearly misses the indoor lap of luxury, so I’m left to assume she was dumped at a young age. Which is just cruel. So now I’m left to figure out how to take care of her, with the end goal that she be an indoor cat somewhere….
I do wonder if she can find it in her heart to latch onto another person. She loves laps, head butts, scritches and being held. She doesn’t like it when you try to leave and she is LOUD, so a bit much for my sensitive self. So I’m gonna do some problem solving because she doesn’t deserve the streets.
She is making it all but impossible to attend to my garden. And Zelda does NOT approve of the competition.
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