#strange cats

[randominteresting]

Eating vicariously!

[littleghostie]

223/365

[lifewithdedee]

[mrm-pachypoda]

Y’all mind if I..

Turn this into a series?

[randomlonelytorment]

MY CAT JUST STARTED SLEEP TALKING!!!!

HE WAS FAST ASLEEP THEN JUST STARTED FUCKING SCREAMING!

HE WAS 110% ASLEEP!

IT WAS SO LOUD!

MY CAT WAS JUST SLEEP TALKING!!!!!!

[dropped-thepaint]

I feel like Oikawa would make a pretty cat. It's not much but I did have to chase my cats around so I could see how they freaking move (why are their legs shaped like that?!)

[astralike32]

Typical girlfriends

[thatbigwitchbitch]

I don’t know why, but I always end up with like. Aloof guardian cats.

I’ve picked out two cats for myself in my life. One of them was my childhood cat, Otto, now passed on. The other is my current boy, Pringle, he’s 2 years right now.

And both of them?

Always near me, but almost never touching. Always watching. Sleeping at the foot of the bed when I’m asleep, but never actually on me. Watching me through a cracked eye while they’re sleeping on a nearby surface when I’m in the living room or kitchen. Loving getting petted, but never wanting to sit on my lap. He’ll get up and move if I try to set him on me, but he’ll never leave the room. And both SO talkative when I try to leave, like, to use the bathroom. If I shut them out of the bedroom. Leaving the house entirely? I get an earful when I return. Pringle also licks me, which Otto never did. But Otto sat on me sometimes, but not often, where Pringle never does.

They also both have RBF really bad, if you don’t believe me I can prove it. And both are grumpy old man stereotypes (even though Pringle is literally still a teenager), who tolerate other people but just seem to have a strange obsession with me. This made sense for Otto, because I was the only person in my childhood home who cared about him and wanted him to not be dead, but makes no sense for Pringle, because my husband loves him and Pringle… tolerates him.

It’s even weirder because about half a year ago we brought home a kitten to keep Pringle company. His name is Daz, and holy shit, that little spitfire LOVES my husband. Sleeps right on top of this large man who frequently tosses and turns in his sleep. He clutches the dang kitten like a teddy bear and the darn thing is THE CAT DOES NOT CARE. HE LOVES IT. He’ll be purring up a storm. But the weirdest thing is that he doesn’t… follow my husband. Like, he does to some extent, but it’s not religiously like Pringle is, or Otto was, with me. Daz kinda is known to fuck off and do his own thing for a while. He’s a lovebug, but not a clingy one. He’s not concerned about my husband or I the way Pringle is with me.

I have a theory, Daz we got from a friend who had just like. House cats. But Pringle and Otto both have farm cat ancestry. Maybe because they have working cat ancestors, they’re more… I dunno, obsessive? Particular? Strange, as a rule?

Pringle used to leave my side once a day every day, and only that once. When we go get in bed and shut off the lights at night, he’d chill in the bed while we got comfy; and then, right as we’re about to sleep, he’d get up and kind of… survey… the apartment. He’d like, walk around, and look at all the entrance points. Sometimes he’d do like, this weird noise, too. But then after like, 15-20 mins of that, he’d come right back and watch me sleep for pretty much the entire night. He stopped doing it after we got Daz, or at least, they started taking turns leaving the bedroom. And I’m left here with the absurd reality that A: I have a freaking guard cat, and B: somehow that guard cat may have conveyed to the kitten that there’s two tasks to be done, surveying the house, and watching the humans, and someone needs to do each. And C: the kitten UNDERSTOOD THAT, AND AGREED, EVEN THOUGH HE IS A CLUELESS HAPPY-GO-LUCKY IDIOT BABY.

I don’t know why I’m making this post. Mostly just for my own records, I guess. I love all my boys.