I need to know how everyone feels about the photo.
Optimus: get that cat some wet food.
Elita: *on a chair with an electric fly swatter and a spray bottle* BAD KITTY, BAD KITTY-
Megatron: Jesus Christ, what did you do to piss him off so you could get such a picture?
Arcee: NO CATS. NONE OF THAT DEMON SHIT IN MY HOUSE.
Bumblebee: dear god that is nightmare fuel-
Breakdown: aha, just a spicy kitty. *also thinks it’s nightmare fuel*
Wheeljack: 1. how is it in my lab? 2. bad kitty? >:(
Tarantulas: no. thank you for the offer. but no.
Hashtag: Mmmnnnn… yeeeaaahhhh, nooooo, I’m gonna pass here.
Thrash: CHRIST IN A BUCKET, THE HELL IS THAT—
Jawbreaker: those teeth are really sharp… I think I’ll stay here for now.
Twitch: <:(
Twitch: The kitty we met before when we saw the cassettes is angry now, so we can’t pet it?
Nightshade: clearly very agitated. What could’ve possibly provoked this kind of reaction? And when it calms down can I pet it?
Thrash: THAT’S YOU TWO’S CONCERN?! IT’S GONNA BITE YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF!
Twitch: Cute kitty!
Nightshade: if not friend, why friend-shaped?
Thrash: I-
Thrash: *facepalm + sigh*
Thrash: why do I even try.
Bonus from it spreading around from the main cast:
Springer: That’s what we in the business call a ‘nope’, in it’s natural habitat known as ‘wherever the hell that is, I certainly ain’t goin’ nowhere near there.’, thanks for the offer though.
Magnus: I do believe I’ll keep the demon creature away from me. The only cat I want anywhere near me is Roller’s.
-from the background- “Same! Soundwave’s cat is freaky as fuck.”
Magnus: Thank you, Sixshot. (/s)
“No problem baby! ;)”
Mags: *optic roll*
Ratchet: keep it away from me, and out of my medbay, unless it’s dying.
Jetwave: [Oh, Ravage. He’s normally so calm, I wonder what got him so riled up and angry. Or why sire decided to sic him on someone.]
Silver: Ooh! Ravage! Heee~rre kitty kitty!~
Rhythmwing: Pspspspsps~
JW: […You two really have no sense of self preservation regarding sire’s cassettes, do you?]
RW: no lol
Motormaster: it’s one of Soundwave’s creatures.
Dead End: angry, don’t you think?
Wildrider: KITTY!
Dragstrip: KITTY CAT, KITTY CAT! :D
MM: *optic roll*
[…]
Maybe control him a little better. Or is that actually Ravage?
[It is.]
Oh, Rav! He get a little worked up?
Probably.
Can I pet Ravage?
[If he’s alright with it, then yes.]
*purr*
Ravage is a big cat.
[He’s based on our version of what humans would call a ‘mainecoon’.]
Hehe, beeg kitty. With beeg beans.
Mroww.
Rodimus: oh. Ravage. He seems a little worked up.
Drift: that jaw of his can fit so much spaghetti.
Rodimus: really letting those impulsive thoughts win today, huh?
Drift: yep.
. . .
Rodimus: …can pet? give scritches?
Drift:
Drift: damn Roddy you really did look at him and decide he was friend shaped.
Rodimus: Ravage doesn’t scare me. Fort Max doesn’t scare me, and you think a cat can?
Drift: oh the benefits of being raised the way you were.











