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rohan-defender · 4 months
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Cats are so amusing on one hand theyll look like this
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but on the other hand they ALSO look like THIS lmao
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kutekittenzz · 2 months
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Spend a Wee Bit of Time With Ur Self!!!...
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orofeaiel · 8 months
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Neighbor friend!
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glamboyl · 29 days
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Purritos requested by Katrina. Enjoy Sweetheart!
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taolucidity · 2 months
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Snow Cats for my GlamBoy!
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celinecozijn · 16 days
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thescentofrainonstone · 7 months
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It's almost a year since I started practicing as a Witch. I grew up amongst cartomancers and weird shit like people adding blood to others food as a love spell, and as a child I saw it as such a common thing that I thought it was a folklorist extension of Catholicism. The warts on my knee were made to disappear by going to a remote well, get fig's milk on them and then throwing the fig in the well without looking back. Next year I opened my knee on gravel to the bone but sure enough the warts disappeared. So that's why I never cared about Witchcraft before because the way I had been exposed to it was... shady at best.
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TW DEATH
Then my Cat died suddenly. He was in for a scan and needed to be sedated for it. His hearth did not survive the sedation. In my head the last thing he knew was that I left him with people who he did not know just like the family who abandoned him after having him 5 years, bringing him back to the shelter he was packed from when he was born.
Whiska was my family, as soon as I was living on my own in a flat I went to find a shelter because if o finslly had a safe roof over my head I felt the moral duty to share it with someone who needed it. And Whiska was my companion. I met him only a couple of months before I met my wife and he was absolutely, without question, an official part of my family.
When he passed I was thrown into an existential crisis that I don't think will ever actually pass. I wrote him a poem every day and they were all called "Bereavement #". I did it for 2 weeks and for 2 weeks I couldn't eat anything solid. For people to even remotely understand what o was going through I ad to start saying we had a death in the family.
Did you know that when working in an office, bereavement leave is one day? Just one. You either organise a funeral or you go to it, you can't do both. And we wonder why society is imploding...
Tomorrow at 4.15pm it will be a year that ove lived without him. Yet since I got his ashes back I had an artist commission a tiny portrait of him and every morning I say to it "Good Morning Whiska" and every night I say what I've said to him every night we lived together, and once again when, after rushing back to the vet, his eyes fixating the empty space and his consciousness already not there anymore despite his heartbeat, I held his paw and before letting him go I said once again "Good night Whiska, you're. Good kitty and I love you very much". And every night after that I still do.
I cried constantly for so many days that I lived with a constant headache and dehydrated. I was worried if that stopped and I got used to the pain without crying then I would have lost part of his memory. I don't cry every day anymore but I cannot think about him without ending up crying and in a way I'm glad, it's a reminder a proof of the hole he left that nothing in this life could ever fill, and I don't even want to. I honour the hole that's shaped like him and every tear is a show that he was there because that's why it's intolerable to love without him without crying.
In march I afopet 2 tuxedo cats who needed rehoming. I love them both but it has nothing to do with Whiska's loss, they have nothing to do with thbhole he left. Whiska was the excellent kitty. Every time I tell him I then turn to Stella and say "you're a pretty decent kitty" but only Whiska was excellent, that's his word, and it's necessary for me to hold on to what was His, not just something I say to my cats, but to Him.
I hold on to these rituals and they console me until I think that, without spirituality, without thinking that "if he was aware of anything he was aware of you holding his paw" all he knew before the end was that he was abandoned again. And with that I cannot live.
So that's why all the funerals, all he rituals are for those left behind: because we have to still live without them and if I think practically I feel no reason to.
So that's why my wife suggested spirituality, and officially then we've been witches ever since. Our first ritual was a spiritual funeral for Whiska and all I cared about after that was just spells that would protect myself and my wife: because after that loss nothing else matters but being with the creatures we love for as long as possible.
I'm still just as sad. And now I can't read what I wrote because of the tears so we end it here...
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ferngullyfairy · 2 months
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my sw333t boy
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melodicfix8 · 7 days
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Sleater + Me
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Ailurophilia
Oh, the way he smiles, a lopsided line of a mouth. His rough tongue grazes my hand, making it itch slightly, yet I don't mind in the least. After he showers, his soft white fur glistens, with a few hairs flying out when he shakes vigorously. His pointy canines pierce fiercely into the meat as he gobbles up his food, sighing in contentment. His stubborn reluctance when I hug him, inserting his clipped claws into my clothes. And oh, his fragrance, it's indescribable. It's better than the fragrance of flowers in a garden. Very unlike humans, but nevertheless, a fragrance of life.
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allofthehousethatstood · 10 months
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Neighborhood Cats | May 2023
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actualizedlatitude · 2 years
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My cute neighbor. I don’t yet know their name, but i love them none the less 🖤🤍🖤
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kutekittenzz · 2 months
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Kute Kittenz - by Trine - K
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furryservie77-blog · 8 months
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We just met these 2 feline friends at Catilandi. They're Derek and Candela. They were both felines that make good friends to each other, and they were bonding to be bound together.
Derek is a bobcat who is loyal and slightly independent. He likes to catch prey during wintertime, having fun in the tundra continent, becoming a most famous predator and being partners with Candela. He is voiced by Antonio Banderas.
Candela is a Tsushima leopard cat who is lovely and caring at being alone in the Japanese continent. She likes to echo her own voice that says, "hu-hu-hu" while getting lost, touching her tail, "paw" the water with her paws while touching it gently, speaking in Japan with her greetings, playing in the snow with her friends and lives in Japan. She is voiced by Michelle Ruff.
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glamboyl · 1 month
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Ginger & Cinnamon - LoveCats
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budgetpetcare · 9 months
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Cat Body Language and Vocalizations: What They Mean and How to Respond
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Do you want to understand what your cat is trying to tell you with their body language and vocalizations? In this article, you will discover how to decode your cat's signals and what they mean. You will also learn how to communicate better with your cat and avoid misunderstandings. Whether you are a new cat owner or a seasoned cat lover, this article will help you speak cat like a pro and bond with your feline friend.
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