The house is full of animals
The bad cat, having been chastised for trying to claw up a stack of books, is now rolling on her back and showing her belly. Her tail is thrashing, and she periodically glares at me in frustration because I’m not rubbing her belly and letting her tear the everloving shit out of my hand.
The good cat, who is hairball-prone and requires rather a lot of brushing and hairball-preventative treats to keep her from barfing everywhere at the most inconvenient of times, has taken to staring at me and aggressively making those little kitty “urp” noises like she’s going to barf every time she wants treats. This is a distressing way of begging for treats, but not quite as distressing as the way the bad cat started bolting into the room every time the good cat started making “I’m going to yak, you guys” noises because that had started signalling the distribution of treats.
The bad cat has now forgiven me after a thorough brushing, because she is a brushing enthusiast to the point of barging into the bathroom whenever she hears me brushing my own hair, under the impression that she somehow missed the fliers for a welcome-all-comers brush-a-thon and maybe if she headbutts my knees a lot, I will brush her too.
the fact that he tried so hard to estimate how far he’d need to jump to make it on the couch and then not making it omfg
my heart just exploded a little
he forgot to factor in how slick the table was
the same cat, years later….
The second gif made it a little hard to breathe, omfg.
oh my god the second gif
crying a little bit
I probably wouldn’t find this as funny if I hadn’t just spent five minutes trolling through Florida Man news to chronicle the tragical history of Florida Cat. That cat freshly waxed hind paws.
Why hello there Nova.
It’s worse when they walk on your boobs while you’re awake.
Double worse when the cat in question weighs nearly 20 pounds.
Oh, she does that too. And while her brother is the 20-pounder, she’s about 14 lb (at least as of last year), so she’s not too shabby there. XD
Every time I start to get all “Goddammit stop stomping on my tits, cat!”, I remember that the bad cat also has a penchant for headbutting me in them, and then it’s like “Okay I guess it could be worse, why are you so awful, cat?”.
(Source: whatisimaginary, via knitmeapony)
I love the good cat dearly.
She is so easy to please. And she sounds like a tiny sheep when she jumps. But. She has discovered the precise angle at which to press against the edge of my forearm with her cheek to successfully push through human bone. And she avails herself of this knowledge at least once a day. And I would really rather she stop, but she’s not going to.