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autumncottageattic · 10 months
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thyming · 8 months
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All of my kitties, Salem, Soleil and Winter, being very helpful in the kitchen while making rose-water. ♡
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nyannyanhouse · 6 months
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lordyglor · 2 months
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Kinda unfinished Squilf! It could use some polish but this was really just experimentation
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lorifragolina · 24 days
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Pretzel
Steve Harrington runs an animal shelter with his friend and fellow veterinary Robin. 
They have a joke between them: they often have to take in poor unfortunate abandoned pets, and they used to name them after the last thing Steve ate. All started years ago, when Robin came in with a rescued parrot and asked Steve how they should name it, who distractedly answered “Montecristo,” pointing at the half sandwich on his desk. Montecristo has been the shelter mascot since then and Robin, after laughing out loud for a good minute, declared the tradition set up. 
He finds a carton box this day on the clinic door, and there are Pretzel, Brownie and Caesar (salad), Steve’s lunch he just ate in the cafeteria at the corner. They are so tiny they can easily rest in Steve’s hands, they have to be bottle fed every four hours for some day until they can eat alone, and the red Pretzel is the real incarnation of the very Satan.
This fluffy demon is able to eat the entire prescription book on Robin’s desk, he learned how to open his cage at night and he plots new pranks everyday, bribing his sibling with the delicious treats Steve hides in his drawers. 
The kitty is on a shelf, adjusting his bottom to the distance, and then…
“Robin! The demon jumped on my head! Come and catch him!”
Robin runs in the room, laughing out loud. She takes the furious, hissing kitty and returns him in the cage, locking it with the complicated system of chains, sticks and duct tape they invented to keep him in. 
“It’s funny, he seems to attack only you,” Robin laughed, checking the scratches on Steve’s neck. 
“He hated me. I bottle fed him and he hates me,” whimpers Steve.
“Welcome to parenting,” Robin laughed again, disinfecting him.
A few days later, Pretzel is missing.
“Where is the little demon? The cage is closed!” Rambled Robin, inspected the shelf.
The little demon has been secretly and patiently breaking the bottom of the cage, ripping the wood and the plastic until he can fit in the hole and disappear.
“He can be everywhere! We left the door open when we cleaned before!” Robin was worried and angry with herself, they need to have a thousand eyes with all these little rascals inside… 
They turn everything but the cat isn’t there. Steve walked a hundred times the street back and forth, calling him, but without success. He asked their neighboring shops if they saw a little ginger cat that probably would try to kill them if they tried to catch him.
The only one he can’t advise is  the mechanic shop three doors down at the other side of the street. 
Steve has already seen the blonde, handsome mechanic, most of the time covered in car grease and a stupid sexy overall he leaves open on his chest, but he has neves spoken to him. He just stared at him most of the time, and at this moment the shop seems closed.
Steve and Robin wait and search all day for little Pretzel, but at a certain moment Robin has to clock out and go home, Steve stays for some paperworks.
An instant before, the bells on the door ring and Steve snorts. 
“Robin, what did you forget this time?”
“I’m not Robin and maybe I have something you want back”.
Steve raises his eyes and remains mouth wide open for a while.
The blonde, hot mechanic he likes to stare at is here in front of him, only this time he is perfectly cleaned and combed and his hair isn't covered in dark oil. Steve can smell the colony from his desk. 
The mechanic opens his jacket and shows a little ball of red fur, sleeping and purring against his chest. Steve has never seen Pretzel sleeping so peacefully and surely he has never heard him purring. 
The blonde man raises the cat to his face and rubs his face to the content kitty (when Steve tried to do it, he almost lost an eye), and the kitty seems to really smile at the blonde while mocking Steve with the corner of his eye.
“Hey princess!” Call the mechanic again. “Is he the kitty you were searching for? Mary from the cafe said something”.
Steve blinks and shakes, then nods.
“Yes, of course, he is! Thank you!”
“What’s his name?”
“Well, he is Pretzel…”
“Oh, really? I really, really love pretzels…” answered the mechanic, rubbing the cat more to him. “Is the little Pretzel available for adoption?”
Steve is fascinated by the hot man playing with the kitty, but he has to shake his head.
“Not now, Pretzel has a condition we need to treat. But when he will be ok, we can consider your offer”, he says, raising his hands to take the animal. He has to get near the mechanic, inside his personal space, and blushes and shivers when they touch each other. 
“Well, can I contribute to his treatments?” Insists the blonde.
“Well, it’s all covered really…”
“At least can I buy you a drink? I’m Billy, by the way”.
Steve puts Pretzel down in another cage, really hoping he could stay there for at least a night. He turns his back to Billy so he can’t see him blushing furiously.
“Well, okay…” he whispered, shivering a little and excited.
The drink rapidly becomes a sandwich and an ice cream, and a ride on Billy's vintage Camaro.
“Do you like it?” Says Billy. “I can take you for a ride, if you want”.
The next morning, Robin finds Steve already at his desk in the early morning. 
“Steve? Are you here so early? You look tired! Did you find Pretzel?”
Steve nodded.
“Steve? Are you wearing the same clothes of yesterday?”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Robin!”
The doorbell rings and Robin goes to speak with a man with a carton box. She returned putting the box with a mallard duck on the desk. 
“Look what people throw away nowadays… Well, Steve, did you have breakfast?”
Steve blushes and shakes his head slowly, lowering his eyes.
Robin is puzzled. “Well, we have to name that little one, what is the last thing you ate?”
Steve blushed even more, sinking in his chair.
“Billy. Her name is Billy”.
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daily-mc-block · 8 months
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Red Cat
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catacamacat · 3 months
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Such a perfect, fluffy, purring circle ^^ ✨💞
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fdokuro · 4 months
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Irina Clockworker 🐈
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swtea · 5 months
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In the language of flowers:
Red poppies - peace, sleep, death.
Pear flowers - strong friendship, inseparable.
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silly-gifs-inc · 1 month
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Cat lore:
Spook (black cat) = fall boi
Banana (Orange cat) = Flower boi
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kiwisorbet · 2 months
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jokey05 · 2 months
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Headcanon that Irey makes her dad listen Olivia Rodrigo and Wally side eyes Roy so hard.
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b-a-o · 3 months
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Кот паук❤🧡💛🤍💙
Spider cat❤🧡💛🤍💙
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netenersin · 4 months
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When I met this kitten on the street, he turned out to be quite photogenic.
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secondgenerationnerd · 10 months
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Some headcannons about lian's childhood please if you have time
Of course!! Sorry about the radio silence lately, lol been a crazy few months
When she’s younger, she attends public school. Then about middle/high school, she transfers to a private school with a kick ass music program (Ollie pays the tuition). Her only issue with it is the uniforms.
Since Jade’s specializes in poisons, and she used them throughout her pregnancy, Lian has a natural immunity to some poisons. Nothing like cyanide or arsenic, but enough to freak people out 😂
She’s the oldest of the Menaces, as she, Mar’i, and the twins are lovingly referred to as. She is very protective of them, especially Mar’i when she first starts coming around.
Every time Jade comes home, she and Lian spend all day together. Lian tells her everything that’s been going on and Jade just…she listens to her daughter.
Lian will fake being asleep so Dad, Mom, Uncle Jason, or Aunt Donna have to carry her to bed. (They always know she’s faking but one day won’t ask anymore)
She couldn’t say “Aunt Donna” as a toddler, so she called her “Nonna”
Has never been a morning person. Roy used to joke that getting her up was more dangerous than hostage negotiations.
Always steals her dads baseball caps…and tells him he’s lame for wearing them 😂
When she found out Jai was being beaten up by some older boys (they’re about 8-9, older boys 12), she waited for them with him. Helped fight them off, called two of them pussies and told another he was a dickface. The second the older boys’ parents showed up, she started crying and going on about how they were hurting her friend and she was just scared for Jai and wanted to help him. It was an Oscar worthy performance and it worked
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omanatascha · 2 months
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