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Hello! @/poprockpanda and I can’t stop making edits of Wilbur as a catboy, and then i was given the idea of making a fic, and I couldn’t help myself <3 idk if this counts exactly as g/t? But it’s my account and I do what I want<3 so here!
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Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do @poprockpanda (SORRY FOR SECOND TAG) @da3dm
Feline Fine
Chap. 1 - Cat Out of the Bag!
There was something nice about taking a walk down the street without a real reason. Not needing to go to the store, not needing to meet someone, just enjoying the bustle of the city and getting some fresh air. Tommy could go wherever he wanted, having the whole day free to do so.
He walked past buildings slowly, no particular aim as he crossed the street. Traffic was light that day, the birds were out and about flying through the air, and even people’s faces seemed friendlier. Tommy was happy to take it all in, not a care in the world. Until, he passed by an alleyway, to hear a small and distant cry.
Instantly he thought he might’ve just run into a dumpster baby, and his heart panged. He imagined those movies where a child had been abandoned and then adopted by a passerby. Tommy was not at all intending to adopt this baby-
Why was he even going so far with this random, and probably inaccurate, thought??
He’d just check out the noise. Quickly. Then back to his walk.
He peered into the dark strip between the two shops, brick walls on either side. Tommy would be lying to say he didn’t feel a bit anxious looking down there. You normally avoided dark scary spaces, ‘cause there might be wronguns down there. But curiosity killed the cat, he supposed.
He crept slowly through the alleyway, minding the trash and dirt as he went. He cranked his ears to catch sound of the foreign cries again. He waited, waited… maybe he imagined them?
And then- a meow.
Oh! So his “abandoned baby” thought was wrong after all. Still, he had been somewhat on the right track.
Tommy spotted a box, scribbled in marker over top of it “please take care”. He cocked an eyebrow, wondering why the hell someone would not only dump a cat by the dumpster, but tape the box shut as well.
The blonde glanced around, and he found a shard of a broken beer bottle. He picked it up with a mildly disgusted expression, worried of disease, and then cut into the tape, careful not to slice too deep for fear of the cat inside.
The meows started up again, louder. And as soon as Tommy had cut through the slip of tape, they paused again. Hesitantly, he lifted the flaps of the cardboard box, and peaked inside.
Staring back with dilated pupils was a matted long-furred black cat with twisted whiskers and bright brown eyes. Something clicked as they met eyes, and Tommy was taken aback.
All in an instant, the cat was out of the bag- er, box- and it darted through the alley. Tommy panicked, and took chase, worried like hell.
The blonde raced across sidewalks, keeping the black cat within eyesight at all times. It seemed smart enough to try to shake him of its trail, but Tommy was fast too, and turned this way and that to stay just a foot behind.
The cat took a sharp turn, and ended up backing itself into a corner. Tommy pumped his arms, drenched in sweat, as he came up to the cat. He slowed his pace, the adrenaline running out as he panted heavily, and entered a mock staredown with the feline. They both had a steady rise and fall of their chests as wide eyes glared nervously. Neither made any sudden move, too afraid how the other’d react.
“W-wait,” Tommy heaved, then questioned why he was talking to an animal, “I- I don’t want to hurt you,” he hoped it would understand anyway. Hands came out softly, gently. He positioned down to his knees, remaining consistent eye contact.
Tommy outstretched a welcoming hand, “Come here… pspsps,” he called quietly.
The cat stared, blankly for a moment, before it took the chance and shifted its paws slowly, one in front of the other. Gradually making its way closer. A second or two and the eyes would glance back to Tommy’s expression, watching intently for a change, for a frown, for any aggression before it would move again.
The feline was right before Tommy, and it closer detail and view, the blonde could see how dirty it was. The fur was clumped and shedding. It looked rough and fine, like a brush would tear it all out. There was a chip out of its left ear, and old wounds that trailed through its skin, only slightly covered by the mess of loose pelt. The poor thing looked quite skinny too, starved, if Tommy had to guess.
It sniffed the blonde's hand with great interest. Tommy didn’t dare take a breath as he stilled his body. The cat judged him, stared through him, sniffing like it could tell Tommy’s true intent through a whiff.
The furball decided it trusted Tommy, rubbing a cheek against his fingers. He smiled, scratching underneath its chin.
“Let’s get you home, poor thing, would you like that?”
The cat purred deeply, leaning into Tommy’s touches.
“Alright, let’s go then,” he smiled.
And like that, a simple meaningless walk turned into adopting a cat. Tommy wrapped an arm underneath its belly, and scooped it up so he was holding its rear in one hand, the cats body supported by his shoulder, with its head facing behind the blonde. He sighed as he turned out of the alleyway, and made his way, noting the street signs to head back home.
im not sure if it was just a glitch or something but this post filled my ENTIRE home page- like as I was scrolling, all the other posts turned into this one. I aint complainin tho.
So, a friend showed me the main photo from THIS POST, and I ended up spending like 3 and a half hours getting their heights based off of standard door frame height, and my own height relative to a door frame.
So, here y'all go :) (In order of the original post, height of open mouths subtracted from those with open mouths)
Gramble Gigglefunny - 120.32 cm / 3'11'
Beffica Winklesnoot - 122.88 cm / 4'
Chandlo Funkbun - 125.34 cm / 4'1"
C. Clumby Clumbernut - 135.68 / 4'5"
Cromdo Face - 126.62 cm / 4'3.5"
Floofty Fizzlebean - 145.92 cm / 4'9"
Filbo Fiddlepie / Eggabell Batternugget - 156.16 cm / 5'1"
The Journalist (Player) - 161.28 cm / 5'3"
Snorpy Fizzlebean - 171.6 cm / 5'6"
Triffany Lottablog - 169 cm / 5'7"
Shellsy "Shelda" Woolbag / Elizabert "Lizbert" Megafig - 179.2 cm / 5'10"
Wiggle Wigglebottom - 207.36 cm / 6'9"
Wambus Troubleham - 204.8 cm / 6'8"
