He's fine, just got some cat grass stuck in his throat and needed a vet.
He's not a very happy camper right now but at least he can eat again.
Sleepy, fluffy cat
You think he likes the belly rubs?
Bird!!!
Chrimmis!
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Sunflower 🌻
[id: a warm toned gouache painting of a gray tabby cat with big green eyes, sitting with his hind legs up. he's wearing a yellow sweater. the background is green with sunflowers on it. /end id]
you absolutely can! 😊
Ori has been too cute this week, so here's an Ori spam.
Well, now this is awkward [cough]. I did in fact not scratch at the couch. I'm just saying hi to my fans.
Outside adventures. Today we learned that we're a cat and can in fact climb (poorly)
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god the way people talk to their pets
like i’m calling myself out here but i just uttered the words “you did the stretch and now the rare and powerful double pets” (two hands at once!!) to my cat without a trace of irony
like i do not believe my cat understands a word of what i am saying but he absolutely knows my voice and i think also my tone? but also all day i’m just randomly looking over at him like “good boy!” or “are you fluffy?” or singing little songs about his current fluff levels. to an animal. a wonderful animal but a creature who absolutely does not speak english and probably only vaguely is like “this creature is communicating with me” when the strange noises come from the person’s mouth
like i just think about this sometimes
i never wanted to baby talk this cat, i dislike the whole “i am a cat mom and this is my baby” thing, he is a cat, i am a person, and yet i just spend all day talking at him. while typing this he rolled over to show off his tummy and i had to restrain myself from saying “you got a tummy?” aloud. and then i did it anyway
(he is indeed in possession of a tummy)
I petsit for my sister sometimes. I once expressed my pleasure at being there for four days because that was four days of Not Having To Talk.
She said, looking shocked, ‘but you do have to talk to them!’
So I explained that it’s not like talking to people, which is tiring and you have to listen to them too and that’s even worse. Burbling ‘who fluffy you fluffy’ and ‘who’s my kissy boy’ and ‘walky time, walky time’ requires no concentration or emotional energy and they don’t care how stupid I sound.
Cats don’t care that you’re just stream-of-consciousness-ing at them, they just appreciate that you’re trying. And it’s so nice sometimes to be able to just say what you’re thinking without having to filter AT ALL.