Nov 24, 2019
Alanna and I have differing tastes in our favorite cultivators. (@onemuseleft , this is all your fault.)
seen from El Salvador
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Alanna and I have differing tastes in our favorite cultivators. (@onemuseleft , this is all your fault.)
A short announcement: beans.
I am cat pillow for spoiled cat. No human. Just pillow.
Cat has moved to my knees, where she can still watch The Untamed with great suspicion while also judging my booty.
Civic duty cat is back to urge Americans to go vote today.
So on mornings when I shower, Alanna sneaks into the bathroom when she hears the shower stop in order to demand pets. While I am still naked, she wraps around my legs and mews pitifully until I lean down to give her proper neck skritches. This morning, I was skritching her with my right hand and leaning my left on my thigh when she turned, looked up at me, and went up on two legs to wrap her paws around my left hand and drag it down to her face for double-handed skritches. I melted guys. I just melted. It was the cutest damn thing.
I think she does this because she doesn’t like it when I don’t smell like her. I mean, she clearly enjoys the skritches, but the way she presses her face all over every inch of skin she can reach tells me that she is making sure other cats know just who I belong to.
Alanna would like me to know that she is starving and that I am cruel and that her dinner time is now and definitely NOT twenty minutes from now.
Fat beast would like me to know she is dying because her food bowl is empty.