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4 Gatos , 4 Cats - Julia Santa Olalla , 2020.
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4 Gatos , 4 Cats - Julia Santa Olalla , 2020.
Spanish, b. 1985 -
Oil and spray on linen , 150 x 130 cm.
Notre Clan, my though process was basically, 'what if warrior cats built a church?'
Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 24 Group 117
Propaganda and further pictures under the cut
The Titans (DC) vs Four Cats, a Chimpanzee and a Baby Seagull (The Story of a Seagull and the Cat Who Taught Her to Fly)
Titans
Four Cats, a Chimpanzee and a Baby Seagull
Titans: Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Wally West/The Flash, Donna Troy, Garfield Logan/Beast Boy, Victor Stone/Cyborg, Raven, Koriand'r/Starfire
Four Cats, a Chimpanzee and a Baby Seagull: Lucky, Zorba, Einstein, The Colonel, Segretarion, Matthew
Submissions are still open!
Dave: rose has been one of my best mates for years now
Dave: im over at her place regularly and i have mad hangs with her kitty who is truly the furriest cuddliest fuck youll ever meet
Dave: midway through a nightmare on elm street marathon i say this to her and she goes 'well yeah theyre all pretty cute'
Dave: and i just have to go 'what'
Dave: at this point i know shes laughing at me because she says 'well all four of them are pretty identical. wait did you think i only had one cat?'
Dave: this girl has FOUR WHOLE CATS BUT THEYVE NEVER BEEN IN THE SAME ROOM WHILE IVE BEEN THERE FOR *FIVE YEARS*
Dave: NOT EVEN JUST TWO OF THEM
Dave: ALL FOUR
Dave: she just kept grabbing cat after cat and putting them in the lounge for me to fucking gawk at
Dave: this is what it feels like to get your whole mindhole fucked
The prompt I used for this one was ‘four cats’ from @drarrymicrofic
You can see this little fic as a sequel to this post. I definitely recommend reading it if you want to know more about what happened before. It was one of the first posts I posted and I thought writing a short sequel would be perfect for this prompt :))
Word count: 646
Drarry microfic: four cats instead of one
Cw: suggestive content
“Bloody fucking… oh Merlin… You… aaarrrggghhh!! Harryyy!!”
Harry came running from the bathroom, only a towel around his still wet body. “Draco? What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
“It’s that bloody cat again!”
Frowning, Harry walked further into the room. Small droplets of water fell on the wooden floor where he stepped. “What’s wrong with Minnie?”
Draco scoffed. “Apparently your lovely Minnie decided that only one cat wasn’t enough.” He nodded his head in the direction of a pile of fur nestled into the corner of the sofa.
Harry squinted as he walked closer to the sofa only for his eyes to widen again and for his mouth to form a silent ‘oh’.
Instead of one cat, there were now four. Minnie was cleaning her three kittens, their soft meows filling the living room.
Harry crouched down and gently extended a hand to the cat. Minnie sniffed his hand warily but eventually leaned into Harry’s touch, her purrs mixing with the kittens’ soft meows.
“Aren’t they adorable?” Harry cooed as Minnie let him take one of the kittens in his hand, though she was still keeping a close eye on it.
Harry brought the kitten closer to his face, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Adorable?” Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “They ruined the pillow I got from Mother for my birthday. Again!”
“But Draco,” Harry turned around, holding up the meowing kitten to Draco, “look how cute they are.”
“They’re not cute. They ruined my pillow.”
“I think we should keep them.” Harry put the kitten back down and watched as Minnie picked it up and put it back with the other two kittens.
“Keep them?!” Draco spluttered, waving his hands around wildly. “Why would we keep them? Isn’t one evil cat enough?”
“But Dracooo…” Harry was pouting now, his green eyes wide and innocent.
“No, we’re not keeping them.”
“Please?”
“Nope.”
“Look at how cute they are.”
“Nuh-uh. They can be cute now but you just wait until they learn all the evil things from their mother.”
Shaking his head, Harry sighed and stood up, readjusting the towel around his hips as he did so. Draco deliberately didn’t think of what was underneath, thank you very much.
“Minnie’s not evil, Draco”, Harry said softly, his arms wrapping around Draco’s waist and pulling him closer. “And she doesn’t hate you either”, he added quickly when Draco opened his mouth to protest.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, of course not. That’s why she only drinks my tea, only rips apart my books, and only sleeps on my part of the bed. Oh! And not to forget she just gave birth to three kittens on my favourite pillow.”
“I’ll get you a new pillow if it’s so important to you.”
“But it won’t be the same… I got it from Mother –“
“For your birthday. Yes, I know Draco and I’m sorry the pillow is ruined. But how can you be angry at Minnie and her kittens when they look so adorable?” Harry was pouting again, his emerald eyes pleading. “Please, love?”
“Oh Merlin…” Draco ran a hand over his face. He glanced at Minnie, who was still lying in the corner of the couch on Draco’s pillow. If cats could grin evilly, Draco was certain Minnie was doing it right then and there.
“You know,” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, his breath tickling his skin, “why don’t you join me in the shower, hmm? Maybe I can convince you that way.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco snorted loudly, rolling his eyes. “Please, don’t ever do that again. You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me either way.”
“And Merlin knows why.”
As the two men left the living room, a pleased-looking black cat, surrounded by three newly born kittens, stretched itself on the expensive pillow, needle-like claws sinking into the plush wool.
Prompt from 2nd of July 2021
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Four Isn’t a Crowd
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt, four cats. Not exactly micro, but there you have it.
Four is the loneliest number, he often thinks.
They could be two pairs, but they aren’t. Three heads bent together; black, brown, red. One head set aside, blond. It’s always like this.
There are many things they could be, at a glance. Childhood friends (because, right), a band of misfits (rugged teenage rebels actually fits the bill for once), a glaring of stray cats (feral, perpetually hungry). Black, brown, red, blond, a careless onlooker could mistake them for a team.
They aren’t a team, they’re not even a group. There’s just four of them. Which has to make four the loneliest number.
He knows, he knows; it’s his own damn fault they can’t trust him. His transition seems too quick, his change of heart too abrupt, his penance too forced. They don’t believe him, and he doesn’t blame them for it. It’s no more than he deserves, anyway. When he dreams, it’s of a different order: black and blond, red and brown. And, not or. Perhaps even a whirl of colors, fiercely bright. Four, not three-and-one, not – not this, not alone, not forever.
But it can’t be any other way. He knows; they only keep him for whatever obscure information they still think he has. He hears parts of broken whispers when they bend their heads together, black, brown, red. Horcrux, they say. Find a way, they say. Running out of time, they say. But he doesn’t ask, and they don’t tell him. This is how it works. It’s always like this; three heads bent together, making four the loneliest number of all.
The Weather Forecast
by The Weather Fourcats
Ok. 3/4 cat face ... ugh
Taken from kittisaurus
https://youtu.be/5evy-kEIJgk