All Cats Are Beautiful - Tumblr Posts
Stop saying they are not cute or beautiful. They are! They absolutely are! 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Why do i only post pictures of them sleeping? That’s the only time they stay still!
Haha, look at this loser in the zoo
Sylvia Rivera during the filming of "The Transexual Menace" (1996)
photo by Mariette Pathy Allen [website] [instagram]
If you look at the picture closely, turn down all the sounds in your room….. just really focus
You can almost hear the ‘mrrow?’
I was sitting in a chair, drinking coffee and typing on my phone. She comes into our house, does the mandatory circuit run and finds me tucked away in a new corner. You can see her search for a space right next to me to climb onto and i made some, moved my things away and created enough of a gap for her to sit in. And she immediately got in there. (SOBS LOUDLY)
Mom says while i was in the loo, she went to the kitchen, to dad’s room, searched in the hall before realising i might be in the loo and settling right outside the door there. She searched for me.
Why is being searched for, being loved by an animal so special? I could cry. I love her so much.
He waits, immobile, eyes fixed in the direction of the unseen mouth of the burrow.
He waits. Minutes pass. He continues to wait, utterly mo-tionless, listening.
And finally, after a few more minutes, he gives up on this burrow and trots off to a farther pasture. There he locates another burrow ("an interest in locus" in science-speak) and waits a few feet away from it in the tall grass, staring from yellow eyes, the black pupils large in the gathering dusk. He listens to the high-pitched voices of mice and presently he hears the scratching of small feet in the dirt. Every cell of his body seems focused on the mouth of the burrow. The sound of the tiny feet changes as they go from dirt to grass. Cat springs, pounces, and seeing now the furry juncture of head and body, he clamps down, eye-teeth sinking in, severing the mouse's vertebral column at the neck. The mouse instantaneously goes limp, dead.
Cat is suddenly afflicted by a sense of confusion. What should he do with the mouse? He bats it with a front paw and it flops over. Cat is not hungry. He has no urge to eat the mouse.
But there it is. Caught.
He picks it up by the scruff of its broken neck and begins to trot back to the house through the tall grass and into the unmowed yard to the back door. He pays no attention to the alarm chirts of the house finches. He pushes through the dog door into the house, and sets the mouse down on the tiled floor near the clothes dryer. The urge to hunt has been fulsomely assuaged. Cat pads into the living room where he rubs himself against Susanne's ankle, purring, at ease.
Excerpt from Do cats hear with their feet?, Jake page
He walks in sweetly meowing to announce himself. I put him in the armchair, on my clothes and coo at him. He’s looking at me with his big, baby eyes and I’m melting.
All of a sudden he goes 🤢 and 🤮. I had no time to do anything else but hold my palms out in front of him.
First time successfully catching Cat puke in my hands and *almost* saving my armchair.
P.S. we got puke on the sofa that we need to clean
