Tugger: So, Bomba kissed me.
Misto: Oh? Did you kiss her back?
Tugger: No I kissed her mouth.

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Tugger: So, Bomba kissed me.
Misto: Oh? Did you kiss her back?
Tugger: No I kissed her mouth.
I’m not saying I made AlMunkOffelees on Sims, but that’s exactly what I’m saying.
jk uhhh give me some uh fine cats gang and poly cats crossover
at last, the good cats fic! let’s go
While certain couples “celebrated“ a reunion over tea, a second meeting of a different kind took place in the room next door. Two trios of felines were gathered in the living room.
The big ginger cat has taken up most of the armchair and shows a distinct disinterest in the rest of the company. In fact, Roux falls asleep mere seconds later, leaving his friends to deal with the diplomacies.
The Viscount Bubbles and Noir are the first to make contact, both driven by their curiosity and lack of distrust. Both cats sniff and walk around the other, each of them thinking this new friend to be a little odd, but likeable.
Meanwhile, Queen Macaron licks her paws clean to look presentable as she is approached by the other white cat. Blanche sits down besides Macaron, too apathetic to initiate full contact, but openening up the possibility at least. Then both cats move in near sync to scratch themselves behind the ears and something clicks. They may not be that different.
Count Liquorice is carefully observing the exchange and these new cats. He glares up at the big cat in the armchair. How dare he take up the entire chair when there is clearly enough space for all of them, or at least him?! Liquorice’s tail begins to move from side so side like a metronome.
A few feet away, Noir and Bubbles have become fast friends and started to play. Pushing each other over and running around, soon the two white cats can no longer resist and are pulled into the game. While these four cats run around, Liquorice starts to sneak closer to the armchair, plotting an assassination, which is easier said than done when he has to watch out for his playful company.
Bubbles jumps up on the mantelpiece followed by Blanche, knocking over picture frames and fancy eggs. Noir is chasing the Queen across the room until she suddenly jumps up on the table and Noir, left confused and with too much momentum to stop, slides under it and into a chair. The chair is pushed back and soon toppled over when Macaron uses it as a platform to jump over on the shelf.
Slightly irritated by the noise, Roux wakes from his nap and locks eyes with Liquorice who was just about to pounce. The Count, his assassination attempt foiled, is instead attacked by Bubbles and tries to flee on top of the armchair anyway. Bubbles chases after him and is followed close behind by Blanche.
Roux makes a disgruntled sound, very displeased to find his napping space so full of commotion, and tries to swat the other cats off of it. Macaron takes the longer way around, scaling the shelf and floor lamp, and then dropping down onto the back rest of the armchair from above, nearly scaring Bubbles right off.
Noir makes his way back from under the table to the rest of his friends, new and old, and jumps up on one of the arm rests to playfully swat at the cats in the middle.
It’s quite the sight that greets the human upon their return to the living room: Six cats squabbling on an armchair, a chair and several small knick-knacks knocked over and scattered across the floor and a floor lamp on the verge of tipping over as well. It could certainly be worse.
The three that entered the room, probably to escape the squabble outside, do their best to break up the cat fight indoors.
Later that evening, all six cats find their way back to the armchair that is now a little worse for wear, but this time not to fight. Instead, they push and squeeze and cuddle together until they are hardly more than one sleepy pile of cats.
how do i find a cute gf whos down for poly stuff and cats