I'm stuck between interpreting Kalecgos as all knowing and all powerful Aspect, giant building-destroying lizard, awkward gangly lizard, and very small female ginger cat.
IDFK he just seems like a little ball of pure rage sometimes. Like, ya man found out that his ex created a woman who he then fell in love with and his response was to attempt to murder said ex, despite the fact that killing that ex would result in the wrath of that ex's current partner, who could set him on fire.
It's like how my tiny ginger kitty tries to fight our large black cat despite the fact that the black cat's human (not me, lmao, Grace only loves him) will get angry at her.
This makes Khadgar my high anxiety keeshond with no chill who is the real owner of the smol floofball
EDIT: RIP Grace (large black cat), we miss you :(
Ugh, super overdid it yesterday and was rewarded with a night of very little sleep and lots of pain. But! Khaleesi went to the vet for her skin issues and her personality change situation since she went “missing.” The skin issues were as I suspected a vicious cycle of her over grooming causing sores causing her to over groom. So, we got some antibiotics to tackle that. She is also now on anti anxiety meds to try to tackle the weird behavior (mostly her fixation on my dining room table) she has been displaying since The Incident and her poor kitty brain needing some help coping with the trauma. Hopefully it will get her back to her normal, happy self. Vet wants to try it for 3 months and then see if we can ween her off of it.
[ID: fist image: a digital drawing of a black fur ball with tiny triangular legs, triangle kitty ears, one cat eye in the middle of it’s face and a small tail.
second image: the same creature as described before drawn with pencil, there are five of them, in the upper left corner it is yawning, showing off the sharp cat teeth it has, in the upper right corner it is looking up, looking interested, in the middle it has a “smiling” eye, lower left corner it’s playing with a yarn ball, pupil dilated, lower right corner it is sleeping, curled up, eye closed. end of ID]
Yesterday, my cat (the tiny one with the bushy tail, Cinnamon (I understand that means nothing to you, but you need to understand that Marshmellow would never)) attempted to remove my leg from the upper thigh down. In total, I have seven puncture wounds.
"Why did she do that?" You may be asking, and the answer, dear reader, is that she did it for absolutely no fucking reason. There was no moth. No startling noise. No other cats. Not even a slight breeze.
She did it simply because she wanted to.
Now, this would be normal cat behavior, but earlier that day, I had let her lick a lays potato chip (Her absolute most favorite thing in the world, the mere mention of one has her screaming for it. We almost never give her any. It was special.) I do something nice for her, and she tries to steal my leg