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justcatposts · 2 years
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A video analysis of the difference between Joule joining Kelvin and Kelvin joining Joule. 
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isabel-charlotte7 · 2 years
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lotus-pear · 6 months
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when drawing soft skk it's important to get good references *googles pics of kitty cats cuddling*
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sailor-moon-rei · 13 days
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helping stray animals
PLEASE, REBLOG
Hey!
Firstly, thank you for your support and help. I remind you that I live in Ukraine and help stray animals. They have no home and family, and live in basements, attics, garages, etc. Now we need your help!
There is almost no food for animals. We also found dogs that we feed until they find a family. I remind you that I feed about 20 cats, and now 5 dogs. I can't do it without you. Please donate if you can:
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pp [email protected] (for animals)
Or just reblog! Thank you again!
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canisalbus · 3 months
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I found your art like right before you started featuring Vasco more prominently in the lore, and seeing the focus shift from "This sad wet cat of a dog man priest is doomed by the narrative" to "this sad wet cat of a dog man priest has a sunshiny gay lover who is his world" has been a fun trip lol
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relaxwithaaron · 5 months
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Dog Petting Kitten
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Happiness is sharing love without any reason 🐕 🦜🐈
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Altair and Callisto get along soooooo well
Picture made directly before a disaster
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goldenhour-s · 7 months
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cuddle time 🐱
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monacodarling · 4 months
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Lestappen giving orange Siberian cat and Australian shepherd dog vibes
Max has that quiet indoor likes to be alone at a distance not too clingy but affections, batshit crazy during random moments
Charles has that lives outdoor energetic sports run around the sun people pleasing loyal dog vibe occasionally a little shit
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techtow · 1 month
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Beautiful and proud dog 💕🐾
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live-laugh-lenney · 2 months
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Hehehehe for George and Arthur what if their missus has a pet, and their pet never ever like them hahaha
oh my god, this makes me howl-
G E O R G E
it's a cat.
a fluffy, white ragdoll cat with the most beautiful eyes and the most softest fur and it's her life and soul.
when they first met and first got to know one another, it was a topic of conversation they never really dwelled upon and she figured it just wasn't something he needed to know until he was a frequent visitor to her home; it wasn't that it would confuse the cat but it was simply because she was a little timid around new people, would hide and shy herself away when she had guests over, and she wanted her to be sure of him.
"so, i have a cat. probably asleep on the back of my sofa so just be a bit quiet when you come in."
"a cat? this is brand new information."
and she could tell, as soon as the cat took one look at him, that she didn't take an instant liking to him. she hissed in his direction when he slowly walked towards her, swiped at him with her paw when he went to stroke her, growled at him when he tried to scratch her head.
"i suppose you're not really used to women denying your love, are you?"
"it's a cat."
he says it so defensively and it humours yn as to how he pretended how unhurt he was, on the outside, over her cat not liking him. on the inside, she could only imagine him panicking over it being somewhat of a deal breaker for her - if the cat says no, he's got to go.
all yn tells him is that she'll make herself known to him when she feels more comfortable around him.
"it won't happen straight away. but, the more you come over, the more she'll get to know you," she says and george just frowns at her, every single time she reminds him, "trust me. it's a slow process."
she was the cutest ragdoll cat he'd ever seen and he was drawn to her as soon as he walked through yn's front door, wanting to give the cat a stroke over her fur or just a few pets and scratches between her ears every time he saw her... except, she just wouldn't allow it.
scratch after scratch, bite after bite, growl after growl. and yn always felt bad when he asked for a piece of tissue or a plaster because the cat had scratched at his arm and caused a cut to form on his skin.
it's a long process.
almost half a year.
there's moments where it looks like she's getting more comfortable around him. she'll sit a little closer to him, having started in a whole different room when he first started coming over, and she'll walk passed him without hissing. she'll allow a little head scratch before she gets up and walks away, to find another place to curl up into a ball, and she won't swipe at him now that he's a bit more frequent in the flat.
and it stuns yn, one day, when she comes home from work and sees her cat loafing on george's chest as he lays on her sofa.
"please don't do anything loud," he whispers at her, shaking his head softly, as the cat purrs in pleasure from the scratches he's giving behind her ears, "she's been sat on me for about an hour now."
"i'm simply amazed," yn says, carefully placing her keys down on the side and there's a moment, where her cat's eyes widen and her purrs stop and george thinks the moment has been ruined, until she slowly closes her eyes again and gets a little more comfortable, "how did this happen?"
"i don't know. i let myself in and she just, she just came and sat on me."
and from that moment on, her go-to place is george. whether it be his chest or his lap or simply just beside him. she follows him when he goes into the kitchen, she meows for his attention, she always tries to take food from his plate and he just can't ever be mad at her... not after their progress.
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A R T H U R
it's a dog.
a miniature, longhaired, dapple-coloured dachshund that she adores.
arthur hears him before he sees him; when he knocks on her door to announce his arrival, there's non-stop yapping from her puppy that he felt a little bad to have caused. unsure of what he was about to be hit with when the door opens. he knows she owns a pet - she's been no stranger to posting about him online and he was an avid follower of hers online and always reacted to her instagram stories when she posted herself and her pup on a walk through london's parks.
he's expecting an ankle biter. snuffling his face into the side of his trainers, scratching at the legs of his cargo trousers, softly yapping up at him for attention, sniffing around him to get a scent of him.
except, arthur is met with something ironic; her dachshund trying to stand guard, acting tough and standing in between herself and him, growling whenever he tried to step around him and make his way to yn as she watches the scene unfold before her.
"he's just not used to you yet."
"well, you best get used to me. i'm going to be here a lot more often," and he speaks down to the dog as he crouches down to it's level and lets him take a look at him, reaching forward to scratch his head in between his ears... except her puppy scuffles away and hides behind her legs, "so much for looking tough, big guy."
most of the time, her puppy will either sleep in his bed or entertain himself with the many toys he has on her living room floor. he'll shake them, bite them, wrestle with them, kick them around... and yn, so often, would chuck them for him to show off to arthur how agile and excitable he gets when someone plays with him - but when arthur gets the chance to throw him a toy, to try and play with him, he just ignores the attempt and scurries on over to yn's feet where he sits and waits for her to throw something so he can play fetch with her.
and it's quite comical.
arthur looks dejected. unhappy. sad, almost.
"do i give off bad energy or something?"
"he's only just met you. give it time."
"but-"
"next time i take him on a walk, you can come with me. you can walk him, if you want?"
and he tries to.
he's dressed for the cold weather; hat over his head, layers of clothes on his body, trainers on his feet, gloves on his hands. and he has hold of the lead... except yn's puppy barely moves. he tugs on the lead to try and get him to walk but he stays put. and people who are passing find it amusing. they laugh, they joke, and arthur can't help but laugh nervously.
"help me."
yn takes over and he just feels so frustrated.
and he knows he shouldn't because... well... it's a dog.
but all it takes is for him to buy him a new toy for his 'birthday' and give him a couple of intensely flavoured treats (and sneak some food from his plate and into his bowl) and they slowly form a special bond that yn loves to watch. to the point where he whines at the door once arthur leaves to go home, to the point where he's excited to see him at the door, to the point where arthur can take him out on his own and he behaves like an angel. xx
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inamoment · 2 months
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Cats And Dogs Lovers!😺🐈🐕🐶
Here on Tumblr, I see many domestic photos and videos of cats and dogs wearing flea collars. The collar is soaked in pesticide, which is slowly killing your cat or dog. Your pet inhales pesticide 24 hours a day, and because pets have a very strong sense of smell, they don't like them either. Signs and symptoms of flea collar poisoning in cats and dogs include vomiting, drooling, breathing difficulties, weakness, muscle twitching, paralysis, chemical burns, seizures, excessive scratching, and potential death if left untreated. Pesticides are the number one killer of cats and dogs.
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Photo: Maria Romanova
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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“Oh,” Izuku coos, pointing ahead at a little french bulldog walking towards you, “look how cute. Can we stop and say hi?”
Despite the grumbling of your stomach and the chill overtaking the apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose, you can’t bring yourself to say no to Izuku — you never can. He has your hand clasped in his own, beaming at you with this cute eager expression, an infectious sparkle in his pretty green eyes. “Of course we can!”
He leads you up the sidewalk in an instant, dragging you along behind him, but refusing to let go of your hand. He’s charming as he greets the older woman, and after a moment of friendly conversation, the question you know has been on the tip of his tongue finally breaks free. “Do you mind if we say hi?”
“Oh, go ahead dearie! He’s friendly.”
Izuku squats down immediately, gingerly holding his hand in the little gray bundle’s direction. The puppy sniffs him for half of a second before he’s hopping onto his legs, attacking his fingers with little kisses and snuffles. You learn that his name is Munchkin and that his favorite food is peanut butter.
“Munchkin,” Izuku’s voice pitches up into what you can only describe as baby talk as he rubs and scratches behind his ears and along the white patch of fur on his belly. “The cutest little man in the world.”
Your heart skips a beat when Izuku looks up at you from his spot on the sidewalk, a grin plastered on his face and an adorable little chortle coming from his mouth when Munchkin licks his cheek. “Come say hi, sweetheart. Isn’t he so cute?”
You squat beside him and start to pet the puppy’s head. He slobbers onto your hands and wiggles his whole butt with all of the attention he’s getting. Izuku was right — he is so cute. A few more minutes pass and you make small talk with Munchkin’s owner, Izuku babbling to the puppy in the background. Finally, reluctantly, you drag yourself to stand.
“We’ll let you go,” you say, offering her a friendly smile. “Thank you for letting us say hello!”
“Have a nice morning, you two.”
“Thank you!” Izuku offers the duo big wave before taking your hand again. As you walk, he pulls you close to plant a wet smooch against your temple. “Sorry, baby. I know you’re hungry.”
You shrug, heart feeling warm as you think about Izuku’s laugh and the bright way he smiled up at you, the puppy in his arms. “’s okay. I like seeing the cute dogs, too.”
Walking around the city with Izuku always turns into an adventure with how he takes detours through the park and follows mindless paths down the street just to see as many dogs as he can. A simple walk to the store or home from dinner can sometimes take twice as long, but with each dog you encounter, you see a brighter, sweeter version of Izuku (if that was even possible). And as you sit at a table outside, Izuku waving at another dog resting under the seat behind you, you make a mental note to see if your schedules would allow for a dog of your own.
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