KIT, OH KIT!

An indie, relaxed Penelope Pussycat roleplay blog that takes inspirations from the animated short Carrotblanca, where she is capable of speech, and yet caters to the classic slapstick version of herself. I also like to have that Roger Rabbit mentality where the character is fully aware she is a cartoon. Should there be a human verse, then her faceclaim is: Leslie Caron.

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“I’m in the mood to make a man cry.” 

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As Lola made her intentions known to her, the black cat appeared hesitant. The bunny was an undeniably plucky youth, and the quiet Penelope, only vicious when challenged, could only wonder why she’d want to make a man cry. 

The crooning of a violin accompanied the slightest shrug as her dark eyes sought hers for an answer. The feline’s expression said it all, really. She didn’t need to even ask why. Her face simply was a why.

Did someone harm the tender heart of her bunny companion? Did Penelope have to scratch a witch? 

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So, I’m going to redo my roleplay blog and update basically everything. I need to make verses, revise headcanons and more. I also need to learn how to use Tumblr again? It’s gone through some major changes since I left, and I’m trying to understand it better.

 I think I literally, like, reblogged myself when I was trying to reblog Wabbitseezon’s response to me? Such a great Daffy! Must follow! Also, I tried to trim the post and ended up removing everything. XD

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When he indicated to the evidence, she seemed smaller and considerably meek. She pulled a napkin from out of nowhere, a typical toon gesture, and dabbed it quickly and anxiously across her muzzle.  The whole thing was unexpected, and embarrassing to Penelope. 

She carefully examined the look on his face and then back to the frown that burned into her very soul, like her misdeed. But then she realize . . .

She didn’t have a soul. 

“Le mew?”

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"Pene? Is that !?! I haven't seen you in so long!" [ Melissa Duck ]

Penelope, all thought swept away by a voice she heard once upon a time, could not resist turning in the direction of the source. This sense of familiarity excited curiosity and caused her to fidget. In twiddling her diminutive digits, whether she doubted good fortune was on her side today or not, she remained quite hopeful.   

She thanked her lucky stars that it was who she thought it was. To Penelope she was a sight for sore eyes, and a welcoming surprise that didn’t send her flying high into the air from fright. She could not help the smile that crossed her face, so genuine and sincere. The cat, for no matter how truly happy she felt, was often plagued with a look of concern. It was signature, something she could hardly help. 

“It’s been a long time, Melissa.” She answered sweetly. “Won’t you sit with me? You must tell me of your adventures, all of which I have missed. Surely, you have not been dilly dallying. I seem to be doing an awful lot of that lately.” 

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Hi, different anon here! Personally, I've always thought the only thing keeping Penelope and Pepe from getting together was his smell. Maybe I'm just a shipaholic but I absolutely love them as a couple. I know they can be problematic at times but they're such a great blend of comedy and heart.

Oh! I agree 100%. There is even an image or two somewhere that have them together, but her nose is shut tight by a laundry clipper. There is nothing wrong with being a shipaholic because at the end of the day anything is possible with good writing being backed up by a very good story. I appreciate you! And I’ll always appreciate anyone who shares their thoughts with me. It always broadens my perspective on things. I’m slowly figuring the muse out as I go. Mua! 

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A squeaky mouse toy is thrown in the cat's direction.

It was love at first sight. That tiny little body, the plushness of it, and most importantly the sound it made whenever she crushed the mouse with her paws. She treasured the gift so well, she could even hear a gentle tune coming on. It was all in her head, of course, but who was she to dismiss the pleasure? 

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃, 𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀! 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓀.

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*Wolf Whistle* 😍😊😏

Her face was the embodiment of a question mark. A glimmer of hope in her eyes possibly? For it could have been a succulent bird, like Daffy slathered in a fine sauce with a side of milk. 

But she thought Daffy’s voice to be utterly shrill in the form of song, not quite so delicate and airy like that of a pretty canary. So it couldn’t have been the duck. She would track down this foreign appetizer and eat the poor thing live. 

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You know, I never actually believed Penelope liked Pepe in the older shorts. Those three occassions she did, it was either because of a love potion or Pepe was painted blue, unrecognizable & unscented. The only instance I can think of where she canonically loved him was when she was named Farbrette in that one short. Then theres some modern tv specials..but in the comics and Casablanca she looked to him w/ indifference. I guess I prefer the Penelope who is conflicted with her feelings. Thoughts?

I honestly see your view and can agree almost fully. However, there are circumstances where the tables have turned and Penelope comically seems to have taken a liking to him, which triggers the gag of Pepe feeling a little less committal. Also, there are considerable merchandise of the pair exhibiting mutual affection. And, I wish I knew where my friend and I found it, but there was official art of their marriage. They were both seemingly happy.

I suppose I play her in more recent times. 

This is something to consider, though, and I am grateful for your honesty. I will look into this somehow, perhaps paint out this version of Penelope more so in her younger years. At the very start, I’m certain she was just as skittish and uncertain as portrayed.  =D

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“Sometimes I'm so sweet even I can hardly stand the merest sound of me. Two sugarcubes short of cavity-inducing, I must confess.” Said Penelope suddenly, a perfect image of good form when suddenly a bird dared to land upon her shoulder in song. The cat clasped her little paws together, charmed and utterly entranced by the precious lull. She lowered her dreamy eyelids, tilted her head thoughtfully, and less than carefully made a grab for it. 

A golden feather poked out of her mouth. A sickening reveal that under all that ladylike demeanor was a feline. A cat through and through. What a delightful meal this had been for Penelope. One she wouldn’t have shared. Whether the individual before her had been sympathetic or not to the bird’s plight; it wasn’t the greatest concern for the old gal. 

[mrsdentonorahippo]

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“Zee hills are alive with zee sound of…L’AMOUR!”

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The feline, a confusing breed of animal, swung her head to the side, and was at leisure. Penelope was meticulous in the manner that she groomed herself, and put that above all else, even acknowledging her overall environment. But, then, she heard a familiar voice, which instantly caused her ears to stiffen. “Le mew.” She merely uttered, eyes dark with curiosity, before raising a delicate paw - as if to touch his face - only to bat at the flower he held. Her attempts were so merciless that it wilted from the impact.  

She wasn’t very talkative, but her face most certainly expressed that of triumph as she purred madly at her rather savage work. A passing stranger gasped, gave up his sunglasses and slapped it onto her face. Cat-lyfe, indeed. “Le purr,” she cooed, swishing her tail nonchalantly. 

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No. She hadn’t, actually. Penelope wasn’t able to follow where he went with his admittedly selfless, almost childishly innocent intent. Beyond perplexed, she merely persisted in fiddling with her paws as she listened, ever the nervous little feline. Ears had lowered considerably as her dot of a nose scrunched upward, leaving all the expressive focus on her massive eyes. It was as clear as day that she truly wasn’t fond of where this was going. It was a wonder how such a hesitant creature ended up with someone so audacious, a romantic visionary. She didn’t bother to explain how or why. It merely happened, even though at first she despised him. She did know one thing, however, and that was his obsession with matchmaking. Did he mean to join the hearts of Lola and Mortimer, in spite of the fact that her best friend did not like him in that way? It didn’t help that the two came from such great and very different brand names.

Her timid nature seemed to melt into the floor and something a little more took its place. She wasn’t normally one to whip out the tooth and claw, but she didn’t exactly want her massive Mickey Mouse Hat scratching post to become a wedding decoration. She curled up on the floor and began to growl deeply, releasing a hiss or two, and within minutes she was a puff of anger. Her preciouses. All of them!

“Le miaaaaaauuuu...”

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 This lovely art is not mine. Credit for it has been linked to the source!

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She released a yelp and allowed him to twirl her limp form about, looking almost like a really fluffy rag doll, before being pecked on the cheek. A genius? Why, she wouldn’t go that far. She blinked several times, expression creasing into that of worry. She twiddled her paws nervously at there mere suggestion. Indeed, it was flattering. But, really, what in the world was he planning on doing with a gallon of Chanel and all her precious Mickey Mouse hats? That’s when she squeezed out of his embrace like soap and scampered over to collect all her hats before rushing up to hide them all in different places.

He meant well, but he was always fanciful and liked to exaggerate the size of his presents, especially if it meant making the little cat happy. The last thing she needed was for him to build a towering replica of the Eiffel Tower with a nose-busting twist of cologne to unintentionally cause the populace to collapse like domino. No, he hadn’t done such a thing yet . . . but she wouldn’t have been surprised if that ever came to be.