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#help me name this cat!!!!
deathontheworld · 6 months
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vieramars · 1 month
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I love this wet bedraggled cat of a man with all my heart
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tangential-hooligan · 7 months
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They’re names are Nyabori and Katdari 💖
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skywalker42 · 7 months
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What people think ADHD is:
So I went to my room to grab sticky notes to leave my roommate a reminder on the dryer but then I saw my week old mug on my nightstand so I went to put it away and then when I was in the kitchen I realized there's no room for it in the cabinet and now I'm measuring the wall for shelving units.
Which, yeah, it is that. It's definitely that. But it's also this series of texts I sent to my friend this morning:
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cephalonheadquarters · 6 months
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redrew that one dribble & spitz game thing because .they remind me of my ocs😃
other versions & og under cut
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If youre wondering how chamelo can use the trizooka . its modified it does not shoot ink Lolllll
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cometcomett · 3 months
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Qsmp but make them cats
Is this a warrior cats AU ? Maybe , and of course I'm starting with the french
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postthiscat · 4 months
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Hi
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heres whats going on in the images :3
1) gregory taking tonys pickles out of his burger because tony doesnt like them
2) tony won gregory a jumbo sonic plush at the carnival
3) beckory ringpop proposal...
4) movie night where gregory and tony watched a horror movie and tony does Not like it and gregory finds it funny
5) tony ellis and gregory polyamorous.....
6) tony and gregory sleeping
7/8) beckory hugs/comfort
9) tony complimented gregory and he Died
10) beckory under mistletoe + beckory reading & drawing
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layraket · 5 months
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the quality was brutally murdered by tumblr cool
Farm Wolf -
Link was a cub when Ruls found him in the fountain of ordon. Since then, he was raised as another of the animals in the village, helping with the goats and protecting them from other predators.
Hyrule isn't in good conditions with wolves, and even if Ruls know that Link wasn't a completly wolf, he knew that he was too similar to one.
Yet he decides to bring the wolf with him in the trip to give the gifts to the royal family. He knows that Hyrule can learn better.
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a-very-honoured-moose · 6 months
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4 more foster kittens, we have to name them so hmu with any suggestions
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kiruvry · 1 year
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H.ello ljttle gay people in my phone........................................................................................................................................................................ + extra doodles :]
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THIS IS SCREAMING: LESTAPPEN
I don’t know why. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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Yeah I follow a fucking cat account, I’m a cat lover. 🐈🐈‍⬛
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dovewingkinnie · 1 year
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one time i had an idea about an askblog where you ask williams pet stray cat about its life with william and it answers it and the twist is that its terrified of william because it senses that something is off with him but doesn’t know what LMAOOO thats the whole idea... thats literally the whole idea there is nothing else
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billys-mullet · 5 months
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To say Steve's life was a little strange would be an understatement.
Completing tests and juggling the trials and tribulations of high school was one thing. To do all of that while also fighting off inter-dimensional creatures reminiscent of dogs was another.
It's a good thing he's a cat-person.
"You sure do eat a lot."
The dim glow of the light overhead sent a grungy yellow over the concrete of his front porch. It was a little after six and the sun was in the midst of setting. Steve was crouched, weight leaned back on his calves, while tired eyes took in the furious chowing of the stray before him. It was a mangy thing; fur matted and eyes wild, more plump than it had been when they first met. It was cute despite its ragged appearance: fluffy and feline, whiskers curled at the ends, coat the color of sunshine with eyes like the ocean. Kind of unusual for a cat. He hadn't seen anything like it before.
They'd been playing this little game for weeks now. Steve had found it rummaging through his trash can during the last bit of this month's cold snap and had called animal control at his mother's urging. The poor worker had been flushed with exertion after an hour of attempting to get it trapped and handled.
He's smart, the man had panted, cheeks ruddy and sweat beading beneath the brim of his cap. He had wiped over his forehead before continuing, but not smarter than us. I'll set up a trap, give it a few days, and then I'll be back. He's sure to slip in there if you make sure to bait it right.
And Steve had. Diligently — to not get any part of himself stuck in the metal cage — he had placed some treats in there, had even gone out to buy a couple of cans of wet stuff that smelled metallic and meaty. Each morning, without fail, he would come back to see the trap undisturbed… and the food missing. He had even made eye contact with the stray once while he had been setting everything up. It seemed to be taunting him from its perch high on the one of the barren oak trees in his backyard. Its eyes had been too wise and too knowing, like the Cheshire Cat leering over Alice.
A week went by without trapping him. Steve didn't have the heart to tell the animal control worker that their efforts had been useless, so he made up some lie: yeah, I came out the other day and the door had snapped shut on its neck. It was gross so I put it in a bag and threw it away. The man had shrugged, gave him a it happens and then had collected his trap without any other questions. Fast forward a few weeks and Steve seemed to have built up some trust with the thing.
Had even given him a cute nickname despite his feral appearance: Billy the Kid, after a character in the Westerns he sometimes saw his dad watching on the rare occasion that he was home. Mother had never been a fan of animals, much less cats. They smell, she complained in her heavy accent, and the hair, Stephano! The hair will get everywhere in my home! Do not bring them here, I will not like it. Steve hadn't ever questioned her rules because he had felt the same. Growing up without pets did that to a person. But something about this cat…
Leaning his cheek against a hand, Steve continued with his fruitless efforts to befriend the stray, "it's supposed to get cold again, you know. That's probably why you're eating so much, huh? I think I heard somewhere that animals have a sixth sense for that kind of thing. Nancy said that birds will leave their nests and travel far away if they sense a storm coming. Can cats do that?" God, he probably looked so lame sitting here, trying to strike up a conversation with an animal that wanted nothing to do with him if it didn't involve food. The cat licked its lips, easing away from the mostly-empty bowl. Steve sighed, a long and low sound, before pushing himself up to his feet.
"Are you done?"
Ocean eyes stared up at him wordlessly. He reached down to collect the bowl, only to snap back when it hissed at him, revealing its delicate and needle-like teeth. Both of Steve's hands came up in surrender.
"Fine, I'll leave it."
The cat grumbled a displeased noise before sitting back on its hind legs. One of his front paws came up, pink tongue lolling out to lick over it, and then he used it to wipe his face. Well, at least he was attempting to clean himself. Kind of a pointless effort when it rummaged around in his trash can every other evening. Steve leaned against his front door, arms crossed over his chest as he took in the darkening evening. Billy peered one ocean eye at him. Always watching. Waiting. Probably thought he was trying to trap him again. The smart thing would be to do that, but…
Steve was lonely. And, as pathetic as it sounded, this was one of the few things he looked forward to every evening.
"It's nice and warm inside," he said offhandedly, nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. A move like that usually worked with the ladies, and they could be finicky like a cat, so why not give it a shot? "And there's a lot more food inside. Water, too. Milk? Can cats have milk? I think Nancy also said--"
Fuck, was he really talking to himself like a loser? This was so lame. Had Steve Harrington really fallen so far from grace that he found solace in a cat of all things?
"Whatever," he sighed before turning the knob and pushing open the door he'd been leaned against, "What I'm trying to say is that you can come inside if you want. As long as you don't pee on anything. Mom'll kill us both."
Billy watched him silently, tail twitching side-to-side behind him in an interested jerk. There was an obvious language barrier but the light spilling out from the interior of the Harrington home looked inviting against the twilight of the evening. The promise of shelter and food was universally understood, and the cat took a tentative step forward. And then another. And then he was pausing to stare up at Steve. Apprehension was written all over its face, but Steve jerked his head and shrugged with a well, what are you waiting for?
That seemed to seal the deal; Billy stepped inside and the door was shut behind him.
To say Steve's life was a little strange would be an understatement.
And it was only about to get stranger.
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bellaxgiornata · 8 months
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For those who would like a visual of what I personally picture cat to look like, I included a photo below the cut. Their kitty isn't quite a kitten.
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valerian-riverheart · 10 months
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My disdain with the british dogs grows exponentially for each world they're in
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emptymilk-bottle · 1 year
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a martin to go with jon, there will be more of the boys and cat eventually
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