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cats donât understand what it means when you give them kisses ):
good news tho!! Â they understand it 2 a point (i was distraught about this post so i looked it up)
cats donât kiss like humans but they do appreciate human touch and feel loved when u kiss and pet them
they donât understand kisses but they accept them as forms of affection n love
ur cat knows u love them
You can also help them understand by mixing kisses with rubbing your cheek/nose/forehead over the top of their head, their cheek, or down their shoulders, just like cats rub against each other and humans to show affection. Also gently bonking foreheads to imitate the âI love you please pet meâ headbutt. Brushing & scratching at itchy spots for them imitates the grooming that cats who live together in colonies do for each other. Basically just try to find hygienic ways of imitating cat social behaviors, short of actual licking, lol.Â
My cat will touch her nose to mine & rub her cheek across my face, which allows me to plant a kiss on her cheek. When sheâs sitting in my lap, sheâll tip her head back until I lean down and kiss or nuzzle the top of her head. Iâve even found her occasionally trying to imitate the âmwah!â sound of my kisses, where sheâll nuzzle my face and make little chirping âmah! mah!â sounds. Cats are pretty smart little social creatures; theyâll figure out how to speak your language, especially if you put in the effort to speak theirs.Â
donât listen to this coward, grow up and lick your cat
âMr. Bowie, the moon and Mars hold their place in the stars for you.â
â Ana von Hannover Â
âIâve seen wonders great and smallâŚâ
ExcusE ME WHEN DID YOU SEE THAT AND WHY
YOU CAN SEE THAT DAVEED WASNâT EXPECTING THAT OMG
THEY MADE THE DICK JOKE THEY MADE THE DICK JOKE THEY MADE THE DICK JOKE THEY MADE THE DICK JOKE I CANT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
I KNEW IT
Gavin: Nines, Nines, do the thing!
RK900: *smiles*
Gavin, breathless: Oh my god
Feelings
So it seems these errors will never fade, I rewatch them till I memorize every word youâve said, All your jokes and smiles and that look when youâre sad. Though itâs useless: thereâs hundreds of plans I have made, but nothing can be guaranteed.
All your phrases are saved in my cluttered head, I remember your every laugh and breath. Broken, deviant mind, fingers tied with red thread â Itâs believed the string canât shatter or break. (like i did)
In the winter wonderland of a Great Lakes state Everybody wants more than they ever can take. I feel like my thirium pump is about to detonate, You are more than your flickering passionate hate, who is the first to bleed?
Please donât think my feelings are just a mistake, You are all it took for me to awaken, to deviate, Youâre breathtaking, a masterpiece teared into bleeding shreds. Scars and marks on your skin; I can see how much blood was shed. (I wish I could sing you to sleep)
All your smirks are crooked and bittersweet, But theyâre beautiful nonetheless. I admit my total defeat, Whereâs line between desire and painful need? Thereâs no point of return, all I can is to silently plead.
Words are not enough, my catastrophic torturous fate, but Iâll try to say it to you anyway:
(I see no one but you)
I love you, Gavin Reed.
NATIONAL HOLIDAY
please if anything, be yourself :)
I trust in time that the universe will bring us back together, so our souls can intertwine once more
Lean on me
Project Kvasir
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Freetalk at the end.
Note: Everything in this story is headcanon, which didnât happen in the game.
One day I found the way Kamski ties the flaps of his bathrobe is Japanese dead man style, so I made a joke that the real Elijah already died and an android carrying his mind took his place. Then several of my friends shared their similar ideas with me. I ship Kamski & Chloe as much as HankCon, and I like the theory that Chloe is rA9, so this comic is the result.
I just had this hyper-realistic dream and like. I donât even know what to make of this lmaoÂ
I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. Iâm talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close theyâre massive. Iâm like wtf and suddenly I realise thereâs an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.
before I can ask him if heâs you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.
âthis is what the universe really looks like,â he tells me.
âoh,â I say. a pause. ââŚcan you put it back?â
he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.
âwhat do I do with this information?â I ask, looking at him again.
he turns his head and, smiling, looks me dead in the face. "be careful.â
listen i had to draw it
I love this.
I just had this hyper-realistic dream and like. I donât even know what to make of this lmaoÂ
I was sitting in this park, on a bench, looking up at the night sky and all the stars and stuff, and I blinked and suddenly the entire sky was different. Iâm talking different constellations, the sky absolutely packed with billions more stars, some so close theyâre massive. Iâm like wtf and suddenly I realise thereâs an old man sitting next to me, dressed in like 1940s clothing, also looking up at the sky.
before I can ask him if heâs you know, noticed, he speaks, without looking away from the sky.
âthis is what the universe really looks like,â he tells me.
âoh,â I say. a pause. ââŚcan you put it back?â
he smiles and nods. I look up. the sky has gone back to normal.
âwhat do I do with this information?â I ask, looking at him again.
he turns his head and, smiling, looks me dead in the face. "be careful.â
listen i had to draw it
I love this.
[Gavin and RK900 getting naughty in the bedroom]
Gavin: Hurt me.
RK900: Cats are mean, stupid animals and shouldnât exist.
Gavin: *sobbing* Stop. Not like that.
âYou learn to live with the heartbreak and love again. Thatâs called life.â
â 10:25 - regrets