He looks scared. All the more reason to snuggle him with hugs and scritches!
He looks scared. All the more reason to snuggle him with hugs and scritches!
His shadow is very happy to meet you!
God cats have the best life. They wake up when they want. No annoying alarm clock to tell them they’re late to a place they don’t want to be. Performing work they don’t want to do, for an organization they don’t like. Just to come back where they started at the start of their day…too tired to enjoy the 3-4 hours before bedtime ready to do it all over again.
Nope. Cats just get to take 19 naps a day, be cute, and get free love and attention from the people providing this free lifestyle for them.
And then sometimes…just sometimes…they stare into the void. It could be a blank white wall, but they see something we don’t. Something frightning. Something terrifying!!! Whatever it is, it cannot be percieved by our simple human brains, but they can see it. They can see it clearly. So they take off running like a bat out of hell, racing up the stairs and under your bed, only to enter the cat dimension! No greebles can get to them in there! But what about the humans??? Can the humans survive the greebles attacks??? There is no way to find out until it happens. If the humans were smart, they’d have ran under this bed too when the greebles approached. All we can do now is wait, and prey that the macebre of death and destruction is at a minimal this time. For as a cat, they have seen this before, and know how it ends! It ends when the chosen son of goul is reserected into the body of…wait, is the human using the CAN OPENER!!! CHICKEN! CHICKEN! CHICKDN! GIMMIE GIMMIE GIMMIE!!!
You are the one Neo…to get these head scritches!!!
YEAH!!! I WAS THE FIRST TO MAKE A MATRIX REFERENCE!!!
I assume I’m now given a medal? And a plaque? And a statue in my image place in downtown public square for all to admire?
Yesssssss, bask in my glory! For I was the one…who made a MATRIX REFERENCE FIRST!!!
MWA HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Well hello, Ted.
I’ve decided his name is Ted. He looks and acts like a Ted.
“Paint me like one of your french girls!”
Is this whole thing FOSS, and using ActivityPub?
…there’s no website I can go to? It’s app only?
It is. I know a Felix. He’s a guy.
“Hello, Jon. This is my belly. If you touch it, I WILL murder you. Right in front of your stupid little kid that always pulls my tail. Until then, I’m just gonna give a reeeeaaaaalllll big stretch!”
Uhhhhhh…she ok? She seems to have barfed out a piece of brain…
Weird. Usually its the dog thats overly energetic to meet you and say hi.
This time, the cat politely says hi, and the dog says “LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”
Take her to the vet. You don’t know what she got into. Also, comb her fur with a flea comb, just to check.
I have MANY questions…
SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE MY MOMS PET CAT “AUTUMN” THAT SHE HAD IN THE 90S!!!
…I miss that cat. She was abused at some point before my mom found her on the side of the road. She was scared of everyone and everything. But once she trusted you, she was the sweetest sweetheart to ever sweetheart!
You either never saw her, because she was shivering in fear under a bed, or she was lovingly curled in your lap. There was no inbetween.
You couldn’t even pet her any way you wanted. It was slow pets. No sudden movements. No rough pets.
If you sneezed, or even scratched yourself in a way that spooked her, she’d dart out like a bat out hell, hide under a couch, or in a cabnet, and 5 minutes later she came back with a look on her face like “I’m sorry I ran. Can I come back into your lap?”
And you’d assure her it was ok, and she would very slowly, very carefully make her way into the chair, and then slowly cufl into a ball so the petting can commence.
Oddly enough, she never minded belly touches. As long as it was slow just like head pets, or back pets.
She was a BIG FAT CAT. But then you pick her up, and realize that yes, she has some belly, but even still 70% of her size was that color fur…but like 12 pounds of fur. I’m exaggerating a little bit, but not by much.
I miss Autumn so so much. So much personality in that cat.
As long as it’s not a casket.
Weewooweewooweewoo!!! Mouse police!!! You’re under arrest for not petting meeeee!!!