#on cats

[lforlimbo]

“The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.”

[paradoxarchive]

i feel his absence in everything;

a web weave about pet loss

terry pratchett | katya minkina | vita sackville-west | will wood | ryuko azume | hot mulligan | jamie anderson | unknown | lemony snicket | chloe frayne

[llovelymoonn]

on cats

@dawningcrow \\ @wexleresque​ ​

buy me a chai latte

[thisdogdoesdesire]

I go to the kitchen to eat,

And the cat follows me

I go to my room to rest,

And the cat follows me

I go the living room to hang,

And the cat follows me

I got to the window to gaze,

And the cat the follows me

I got the bathroom to bathe,

And the cat follows me

I know I am loved,

Because love follows you,

And I have a cat,

Who loves me

[amoresperros2000]

Cats should be completely black except for the belly, which should be very white.

— Sei Shōnagon, from Pillow Book 

[etrangersvoyageant]

What I’ve realized is this: dogs are like pizza; cats are like sushi. What I mean by this? All pizza is pretty good, even bad pizza you’re kinda like ‘that’s pretty good’, right? That’s a dog. All dogs are pretty good, even the shitty ones. Cats are like sushi. Exceptional cats are exceptional, but gas station sushi can be really bad for your health. But some people still enter into that relationship with gas station sushi. They know the risks and they still buy it and eat it. Why? Because they are gas station sushi people. Will Neff

[emmajadepaige]

bones - em

to wenny, for i have not known a deeper loss than the one of you.

he says he thinks they found your bones under the house.

and even though you’ve been gone for years,

and i’ve not cried over anything in months,

after he leaves, tears trickle out of my eyes at the thought of you down there,

wondering when someone will come get you.

i saw a video today,

two cats surrendered because their owner was going to a retirement home,

she left a note to describe them,

“i’m the only mother they’ve ever known.”

and you and your sister,

twins with black fluffy fur and big green eyes,

only ever discernible to me,

your little face more triangular,

your fur softer,

a face i’ll never see again,

and fur my fingers will never cascade through again,

the only children i’ve ever known.

i loved you like you were my own,

my kin,

my kitten,

and though you were 5 or so years old,

i can’t help but think of you down there

crying for your mother the way you would cry for milk.

and i realise i can’t remember how you sound.

your bones stay down there,

with the earth,

perhaps the wind helps

roll them into the grass,

like you did over and over.

i want to recognise the work done,

the sun stretches every morning,

and the moon shines every night.

i try hard to believe you’re waiting

on that fated rainbow bridge,

but it should not have been your turn yet,

and for that, i cannot thank the gods

for uncovering your fate.

i did not expect the world

to stop turning,

but i would not have minded

if the clock had.