#A clowder of cats.

[theoreocat]

Caturday meeting in in order. ⚙️

[exocynraku]

[rainbowbeanart]

I saw a challenge to turn your OC into a pokemon, so after a whirlwind of inspiration, I turned my OC Jingle into the 2 stage fairy/fighting pokemon Jingle and Jangle. It is inspired by my OC Jingle (of course), a jack-in-the-box toy, and kick boxing.

Jingle starts as a single fairy type pokemon. The noise the bells on its ears and tail make as it walks around attracts nearby pokemon, so it quickly learns how to fight. It uses its feet and tail as weapons. After gaining enough experience, it evolves into Jangle, gaining the fighting type. This pokemon can balance on its tail, winding it up like a spring to deliver devistating kicks!

This pokemon's main ability is cute charm, and its hidden ability is scrappy.

And, of course, it only makes sense to make the shiny variation classic Jingle colors❤️💛💙

[your-therian-parent-says]

mrrow… any words for a kitty ? i like your affirmation posts :3

Little kitty, you have so much to explore and discover in this world. So much that you'll be finding new things every day! Don't forget to prepare yourself to live your dreams. When the day comes that you see your future and you're ready to chase after it, don't hesitate! But watch where you're going as some beings out there just want to stop others from their own hard-earned happiness. You have your teeth and claws, yes, but how strong is your heart? Take care of it, because it always hurts more than any other wound. Remember who loves you and who you can run to. A kitty like you can do well on their own, but you're stronger with your clowder. Find a good balance of sticking close to your support, caring for your heart, and holding up your own freedom and you'll do just fine.

-Your Therian Parent

[theanoninyourinbox]

BEHOLD

With music from this mashup -

[hanooshlikewoosh]

Steb meets cat

Chilling with my cat and had a thought - I wonder if Steb likes cats and vice versa?

Knowing my furry child and her love of fish she would VERY much enjoy giving him a few licks 😂 so I guess he’d be wary of them

Imaging our poor fish boy being followed around by a clowder of cats 😂

also I think I can’t draw cats very well 😂 will need to practice

Ref: Gigi watching arcane with me in her Christmas collar

[prettyinpwn]

Shoutout to the Pines family for being a multigenerational cat servant person family.

[coquelicoq]

[ID adapted from alt: Two panels (the first is on the left) from the Natsume's Book of Friends manga in which Natori uses the phrase "clowder of cats". The first is from chapter 101 and he's saying to Matoba, Natsume, and Nyanko-sensei, "So Ban is aware of the clowder of cats that Natsume saw." The second is from chapter 102 and he, Natsume, and sensei are looking at a dozen or so ceramic lucky cats surrounding a man passed out on the floor. Natori says, "Wow, this is a real 'clowder' of cats..." /end ID]

ugh gretchen stop trying to make clowder happen, it's not going to happen 🙄

[nevesmose]

Fic ideas: Sevatar's first week as First Captain, where he realizes how many cats he has to herd as part of his new position? Konrad and Mortarion being awful bffs together? Horus and his scrungly new goth brother? Kyroptera joint venting session?

Last Chance on 8th Street

So in a perhaps too literal interpretation I combined "Sevatar's first week herding cats" with "Horus and his scrungly goth brother" and this was where things ended up. Trying to go for a kind of The Iron Giant "stereotypical 1950s USA that never really existed" vibe I think?

Somewhere in the idealised American past, a no-good street punk is sentenced to community service.

He's just so bald, Sevatar thought unkindly as he looked at the back of Police Chief Horus Lupercal's head. So goddamn bald.

It definitely wasn't the first time he had been in the back of a police car, but it was the first time he'd done it without his hands cuffed behind his back.

"You should consider yourself very fortunate to get away with community service after what you did," Horus said, staring daggers at him in the rear-view mirror. "But my father the mayor has decided to try out a new rehabilitation policy on you instead."

That explained the personal chauffeur treatment, Sevatar supposed, grimacing at yet another mention of my father the mayor. If they ever made a talking Horus Lupercal doll, that's what it would say every time you pulled its string.

"Gee whiz, Chief," Sevatar said insincerely. "All this fuss over a little jaywalking?"

"Jaywalking," Horus repeated flatly.

"Yeah, jaywalking. I jaywalked all the way across town at three in the morning to a nice suburban house and then I jaydrove off in their Cadillac. I pulled some jaydonuts in it and then I jayburned it." He shrugged expressively. "But it started with jaywalking."

Horus didn't reply as they halted next to a low, nondescript building with a sign saying 8th STREET MUNICIPAL CAT SHELTER.

"Here we are," he announced. "Your community service. Get out. It's time you met my brother."

"Oh yeah?" Sevatar left the car, scowling, and adjusted his leather jacket with an air of immense self-importance. "And which brother would that be exactly? Because it feels like there's about a hundred of you. Which reminds me," he added nastily, "give my sympathies to Mrs Mayor."

"A real comedian, aren't you?" Horus replied. "Let me put it this way. He's not one of the ones my father the mayor allows to be seen in public."

"Oh shit, is it the crazy one? The one the Army did all those psychic UFO mind control experiments on?"

"Is that what they say about him?" Horus asked innocently. He shouldered open the main door of the building and led Sevatar into a small, dimly-lit reception area empty except for a few metal folding chairs, a desk with a disconnected rotary phone on it, and a poster of a cat on one wall.

"He must be out in the yard," Horus said, gesturing to a door leading to the rear of the building. "And just remember," he continued, turning to point a finger at Sevatar, "when you fail at this, which you will because you're nothing but a worthless punk, I will be here to arrest you personally. Have fun."

With that he left, either ignoring or not hearing Sevatar's response. Sevatar shrugged, lit up a cigarette and headed out into the yard behind the building.

Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't this - an open, grass-covered space dotted with trees and what looked like a variety of homemade cat-sized climbing frames, scratching posts and houses.

And above all, what looked like thousands of cats, everywhere he looked. The most cats he'd ever seen. Like in that horror movie about birds, but... with cats. For some reason every single one of them was some variety of black, grey or white in colour.

Sitting cross-legged in the centre of the yard, surrounded by his own personal clowder, was Konrad Curze, the crazy one of the Mayor's sons.

He was tall, tall enough that you could see it even sitting down, and far thinner than any healthy person should be. He wore grey jeans and a black turtleneck sweater which, combined with his long black hair and intense dark eyes, made him look like a kind of depressed, disappointed beatnik.

The cat hair all over his clothes didn't help.

"Those things will kill you," Curze said, looking over at Sevatar. His voice was raspy, like he'd either used it far too much or far too little.

"What, the cats?"

He shook his head and gently pushed a tuxedo cat with a peculiar marking on its forehead off his lap so he could stand up and walk over to Sevatar. "Cigarettes. Cats will just eat you after you die."

He had to be seven feet tall at least. Sevatar, who fell back on humour at times of uncertainty, found himself compelled to make some kind of remark.

"What's the weather like up there, Legs?"

"Bright and breezy," Curze replied in the same whispery tone. "You must be Jago Sevatarion, here to serve the community."

"It's Sevatar. And yeah, I guess so. Didn't think it would be a community of cats though."

"Cats are vital to the community," Curze replied. "While their actions in keeping down pest populations may seem brutal, or even downright sadistic, their overall contribution is very positive to society."

"Right. But what about, like... endangered birds? Don't they hunt them too?"

"That's utterly irrelevant to me, Sevatar. I just like cats."

They walked together around the yard, with Curze describing in great detail the various duties involved in running the shelter and Sevatar mostly trying not to step on any of the residents.

Eventually his curiosity got the better of him. "You know, they say you're crazy," he ventured at a stopping point in Curze's feline monologue while he was being shown the special-care area.

"They're right," Curze answered bluntly. "Now, Malcharion here is very old and needs his food mushed up with some water."

"Okay. But you don't seem too crazy right now."

Curze paused and looked at him. "I have good days and bad days," he said. "Today is a good day. Do not under any circumstances let Gendor near any of the other cats' food," he added, pointing at a malevolent-looking grey tabby. "He is entirely untrustworthy."

In the end they agreed that Sevatar would be back at nine the next morning, but when the next morning came he woke up at half past eight with no possible way to get to 8th Street on time.

So he gave up and just kind of wandered around, smoking and making vague plans to skip town. That was something people did, after all. Just vanishing one day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a blurry black shape looming up in his peripherial vision. It quickly resolved itself into Konrad Curze and his cat-hair-covered turtleneck who grabbed him forcefully.

"You should be at the cat shelter," Curze rasped, somehow making the phrase into the most terrifying threat Sevatar had ever heard. The taller man had him pinned up against the wall, just about lifting him off his feet through sheer wiry strength, but then he suddenly drew back.

"You weigh hardly anything, Sevatar," he said. "When did you last eat?"

Sevatar told him, and that was how the man who up until that point had seemed intent on killing him insisted on going to the nearest diner instead.

Curze sat opposite him in their booth with a cup of coffee while Sevatar, who had taken the statement to get whatever you want well and truly to heart, was working his way through a cheeseburger, fries, soda, milkshake and a sundae the size of a toddler.

"Today hasn't been a good day," Curze said, as if that explained everything. "I'm given to understand that for you it's this or prison. Is that right?"

Sevatar shrugged. "And, so what if it is?"

Curze thought for a moment, clasping his long fingers around his coffee cup.

"It's very much the same for me," he said eventually. "If I fail at this I'll be of no use at all to my father the Mayor, as Horus so endearingly puts it."

"Is that so?" Sevatar said, or at least intended to say, around a mouthful of burger. It came out as more of a generic inquisitive sound which didn't seem to bother Curze.

"The next step from there would be a long stay at an institution somewhere very far away and, I think, an eventful appointment with a lobotomist. It would be as if I never existed at all."

"That's rough," Sevatar said, not entirely unkindly.

Curze gave a rueful smile. "That's my father," he replied. "He's done it before with his little disappointments. Did you know there used to be twenty of us?"

"No," Sevatar replied, "I didn't know that."

On impulse, he wiped the fry grease off on his white T-shirt and then held out his hand to Curze.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Let's help each other to stay out of institutions as long as we can. Just don't try to kill me again."

They shook hands and started discussing how to herd cats.

[phlebaswrites]

Finding a Friend (Kinda)

Summary:

Being a cat isn't always easy.

(Especially when you get neighbours.)

Rating: General Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Kagami & Uchiha Madara Word Count: 459 (Complete)

Entry for @hashimada-week

Day 3 - July 23: Animals | Found Family | Cooking

Written for @wherethevoidscribbles, @kurakura0-0, and @dominaaurum who all inspired it.

"Hello?"

The sound of an unfamiliar voice would normally be enough to draw Madara over, but he won't deny that he speeds up considerably when he sees a strange cat bowling over Kagami.

Read the rest on AO3.

[nefelibatat]

going outside is great because you might see cats. also good for your mental health or whatever.

[theoreocat]

The result of Caturday Creamy treats 😛

[exocynraku]

[rainbowbeanart]

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Bad said sunny needs a pack of dogs, sunny said they prefer cats and bad then said sunny needs a clowder of cats :)

[theanoninyourinbox]

Got me a lil writers block on the Skyclan bit sooooooo have some background cats from the Hope's Rest Clowder

Yardstick is a former Bloodclan cat, Quills is an albino chimera, Shark can and will fight a ho, and Banter will be right behind her