#Cat scratcher house

[petomg]

The Impact of Cat Scratcher House on Pet Cat’s Life

Cat owners try their best to impress their pet cats and sometimes they fail to do so as they can’t find which one would rightly match up their cat’s requirement. However, knowing the wooden cat house price would solve this problem that can perfectly match all these needs. This not just ordinary furniture piece rather, they offer some of the most valuable living space to the cat.

Satisfying your cat's innate need to scratch is one of the main goals of a cat scratcher house. With sturdy scratching surfaces like corrugated cardboard or sisal rope, these houses provide your cat with the ideal place to exercise their muscles, hone their claws, and demarcate their territory. A cat scratcher housing not only encourages your cat to scratch healthily but also shields your furniture and other household objects from damage by offering a dedicated scratching area.

Cat scratcher houses are multipurpose, adaptable furniture elements that are more than just scratching posts. Apart from serving as a surface for scratching, these houses frequently have integrated platforms, perches, and hiding places where your cat may unwind, play, and take naps as much as they like. A cat scratcher home provides limitless possibilities for enrichment and stimulation, with several floors and compartments to explore, keeping your cat occupied and entertained for hours on end.

Frequent scratching is beneficial to the emotional and physical well-being of your cat. Cats may relieve tension, keep healthy claws, and stretch and tone their muscles by partaking in this instinctive behavior. By encouraging your cat to participate in these activities on a daily basis, a cat scratcher house can help prevent behavioral problems linked to sedentary lifestyles, obesity, and boredom. Your cat may stay active, happy, and healthy in a cat scratcher house thanks to its interactive design and entertaining features.

A cat scratcher house can improve your home's aesthetic appeal in addition to its usefulness. These houses come in a range of patterns, hues, and designs, so they may match your interior decor while giving your cat a fashionable and useful area to live. There is a cat scratcher house to fit every taste and inclination, so you can build a harmonious living space for you and your feline friend, whether you choose a sleek modern design or a warm cottage-inspired look.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

I haven't got much of an update to give you all right now, however I do have an apology gift for you. It's not the best shot since I had to take it at an awkward angle, but it's the only clearish photo I have right now.

I would like you to meet Bug, during one of his rare non bitey moments while we were waiting for his littermate to get checked out. I unfortunately don't have any images of Bunny, his sister, as she is exceptionally anxious and chaotic, but she is just as cute, I assure you. Though I may be biased.

Thank you again for all the patience, support, and understanding. I will update you as soon as anything changes.

Stay safe Darling ones 🖤

[tamara-kama]

This is a little house cat scratcher thingy that I assembled for Joely a while back and he doesn't really use the house part as far as I can tell but he does use the scratching part.. I've noticed him playing it behind me while I play arcades.. it's his arcade basically..

These are built sort of like my arcades where. You basically start with one side panel.. add the middle pieces and seal it up with the other panel.. haha

[imfromsixam]

Besties: Me and my Cat (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

Introducing "Besties (Part 2): Me and My Cat" CC Pack!

I'm super excited to bring you the second part of the Besties series, now focusing on our beloved feline friends! In the first part, I shared with you guys a collection all about the beautiful bond between dogs and babies. For this second part, I thought I’d switch things up a bit. Instead of focusing on cats and babies, I wanted to highlight something just as heartwarming—the special relationship between cats and adults. Yes, you guessed it, I’m talking about the delightful world of cat ladies (and gents)!

This pack has loads of goodies for your Sim’s cats. There are two new versions of the cat tree: one with a cozy little house and another that looks like a cool cat gym on the wall. Your cats will love the new bed, scratchers, and another bed shaped like a tiny house. Of course, I’ve got the essentials like a litter box and food, but let’s be real—we all know the ultimate cat item is the cardboard box!

And because I know how much Sims love their kitties, I’ve added some fun items for a cat-obsessed Sim’s bedroom. I was going for an eclectic vibe this time. There’s a new classic bed with cute cat details on the pillows, a cat-shaped lamp for the night table, and an adorable armchair with cat accents. Plus, I’ve got new curtains and, most importantly, picture frames to show off the beauty of your Sim’s cats.

I’ve put a lot of love into this CC pack and can’t wait for you to enjoy it. Don’t forget to tag me in your social media posts—I can’t wait to see your amazing creations with your Sims and their feline besties!

Enjoy the fun and whimsy of The Sims 4 custom content, and as always, happy simming! 😊🐱📦

▶ ABOUT THE CC PACK

Build: 2 Wallpaper, 1 Floor

Comfort: Armchair, Double bed, Bench with blanket, Bench

Decorative: Cat food, Curtians (all sizes), Paitings, Rug

Lighting: Table Lamp

Pets (Requires Cats and Dogs EP): Bed (cardboard box), Food bowl, Cat tree (large), Cat tree (small), Bed with scratcher post, Cat climbing wall, Litter box, Scratch post (carrot)

Storage: Dresser, Dresser (opened)

Surface: Night table

GET EARLY ACCESS HERE

[petnews2day]

Walmart is Selling a Cool Cat Condo in the Shape of a Retro TV

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/S0ej9

Walmart is Selling a Cool Cat Condo in the Shape of a Retro TV

As a super proud cat parent to three adorable felines, I could easily spend my entire day just watching them. Whether they’re playing, tearing around the hose chasing each other, eating, sleeping, watching me as I watch them watch the birds outside the window, I never tire of gazing at my fur babies. Walmart probably […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/S0ej9 #CatsNews #AdorableCat, #CatHouse, #CatOwners, #CatScratcher, #Walmart

[serkonans]

some cat owners are fucking ridiculous

[bi-writes]

hiiiii I'm new to your page but i would like to ask you what would've happened if simon mail-ordered a bride?

mail-order bride

you stare down at the address on the card, blinking as you reread the house number and look back up at the cottage in front of you. the numbers match, but you just need a few more minutes before you knock on the door.

you're not holding too many things. you have one suitcase with the entirety of your belongings at one side, the cat carrier sitting on top of it. on the other side, you hold a bundle of papers. your immigration papers, all shiny and new, your birth certificate, and your new british passport.

when you look back down, you swallow as you read over your name. it's odd, to see something new in the section labeled SURNAME.

Riley.

you've never met him. this isn't legal, it can't be, to have all of these things. he must be someone important. someone they value. or maybe, they are just too afraid to say no to him.

the front door opens, and you freeze on the spot as you see someone duck their head to step outside. they're wearing a mask, covering their entire face except for their dark eyes, but it's hitched up over his nose as he holds an unlit cigarette between his lips.

he stares as he sees you at the end of the steps. he frowns, looking you up and down.

"weren't supposed ta be 'ere for a few weeks."

your eyes water a little, but you only manage a shrug.

"i-i..." you meet his eyes. "i-i couldn't stay there any longer. i didn't have anywhere else to go."

he tucks the cigarette back behind his ear, slipping the mask off. it reveals a tousled mess of short blonde hair and a terribly scarred face. his eyes dart to the little carrier sitting next to you when he hears a soft meow coming from it.

"said no pets."

your lip trembles.

"please," you whisper, and his lip twitches as he fights off a scowl. you imagine he must not have much practice in hiding his emotions. he comes down the steps anyways, coming closer, and you pick up the carrier as he snatches the suitcase off the pavement, making his way back inside. you follow him, naturally.

when you close the door behind you, you're surprised at how quaint it all is. nice brick fireplace, a soft carpet (no shoes allowed is what he snapped at you), and wonderfully furnished to make the place cozy, warm, lived-in. there's throw blankets and accent pillows. there's pictures on the walls, paintings, yellow corner lights to give everything a soft glow. the kitchen is beautiful, with lovely colored tile and wooden cutting boards, a drip-coffee setup in the corner and worn cookbooks stacked neatly by a stainless steel toaster. there's herbs growing in little pots sitting on the windowsill above the sink, and there's a cast iron pot decoratively resting on the stove.

it's spick-span clean. there's no specks of dust or splatters left over from bacon grease. there's papers pinned to the fridge, lists to remind him to buy whole milk and sliced bread and call about the internet bill being charged twice again.

you set the carrier down on the couch, unzipping the top. a little curious black head pokes out of it, and you reach in and pick the cat up under its belly and drop it onto the floor. immediately, the cat spreads its front paws, claws sticking out as they begin to knead the carpet and use it as a personal scratcher, the prick, prick, prick sound enough to draw the giant man out of the bedroom with a hard frown on his face.

he points at the thing and shakes his head.

"keep tha' thing off the fawkin' counter," he snaps at you. he purses his lips when he sees you still standing there, afraid to even move. he comes closer, the cat scurrying off, and he yanks your coat and scarf off, going to the hang them up by the door. "can unpack tomorrow. need t'make somethin' ta eat."

you move immediately towards the kitchen, hoping he keeps a stocked fridge, but he puts out a big hand and stops you, stepping in front of you.

"the fuck are y'doin'?" he asks, and you blink up at him.

"you said to make dinner...s-sir?"

he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"y'listen t'this," he murmurs. "women don't lift a fuckin' finger in this house, y'hear?"

you nod, and he reaches up and palms your throat, cupping your jaw.

"and my wife doesn't call me sir," he mutters. "it's simon."

you soften a little. "i-i'm sorry, simon."

"don't apologize," he grits his teeth. "did nothin' wrong."

when a fresh set of tears comes down your face, he wipes them away with ease, calloused thumb swiping over your cheeks and quieting you. he puts something into your hands, a velvet box that he must've gotten when he went to put your suitcase away.

"y'r a riley now, yeah?" he murmurs, and you tilt your head at an angle, and your foreheads brush together when he bends low to speak to you. "act like it."

you lean up on your toes (he's so fucking tall), and you kiss him softly beside his mouth. when he moves his head, your lips brush against each other, but he pulls back to make his way to the kitchen. you hear the gas stove light up, and a few minutes later, there's a familiar smell of onions hitting hot olive oil.

you take a seat on the couch, smiling to yourself, wiping your eyes as you curl up there. you flip open the box, sighing shakily when you see the rectangular diamond and matching gold wedding band. when simon comes back in to give you a mug of tea, you take it with your left hand, and his eyes flicker when he notices the new jewelry there, so pretty, so new.

mine.

when he pads back into the kitchen, the cat blinks up at him slowly, green eyes bright as they sit on the counter.

simon walks past it, saying nothing at all.

[bloomstream]

omg haiii i love ur works sm hihi, i just read ur love language hc and i rlly enjoyed that!!!

sero's part there was so good that it made me sleep ????

this sounds quite silly, but can you do hcs/drabbles of them turning into cats

I've only seen such with more popular characters, but never with sero 😓 he needs more love and im running out of sero fics..

u can include who you want too!!

⋆˚࿔ chasing paws

— includes : sero & shinsou

𓂃　★　𓈒　a/n: this request is so cute and i need more sleep!

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) photos of the cats i’m referencing are linked to their names!

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

black american shorthair, thick coat, long whiskers. grey eyes. has the sharpest claws ever. big ears, like humorously big.

super playful cat! always doing zoomies and climbing. will pounce on anything that moves. loves playing with string and feathers. catnip fein. attacks your couch like it’s a villian. he’s pretty jumpy too; likes to play peekaboo around the house.

short, chirpy meows. he gets along with other cats well; loves playfully wrestling them. overall very social and outgoing.

fairly clingy to you. rubs his head on your leg when he wants to get your attention. draws out his meows when you haven’t feed him yet. pawing your face in the morning and kneading your blankets. if he’s really comfortable and wants to be pet he’ll roll around on his back like a dog.

definitely tries to nip at your food when you’re not looking. favorite fish is salmon. fast and messy eater.

sleeps literally anywhere. on your lap, behind the tv, under the council, on the table, anywhere. likes to sleep on his side, no survival instincts at all.

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

grey nebelung, long, soft coat, cat thumbs! deep green eyes. small ears and really soft paws. smaller than the average cat.

chill and well behaved cat. slow walk and a deep, low purr. loves loaf. good with kittens! likes playing with other cats but prefers to be with his human! hides your hair ties as socks under your bed when he’s bored.

100% a lap cat, spends half of his nap time there. sleeps more during the day than not. unlike human shinsou, cat shinsou sleeps a lot!

more of a scratcher than a biter. like plants and dirt and lowkey yearns for the outdoors. constantly staring outside at birds and people. likes walks, yes walks. tries to be friends with birds. like playing with those cat ball tracks and mouse toys.

likes having a little bit of whatever your eating to feel included. favorite fish is tuna.

likes to sleep where it’s warm; near heater, on your laptop, or cuddled up in blankets. sleeps with his paws covering his eyes. occasionally sleeps on your belly or tucked into the corner of your shoulder. stretches a lot in his sleep.

[petomg]

The Ultimate Guide to Cat Scratchers: From Basic Boards to Luxurious Scratch Houses

The sight of their furry companion contentedly scratching at furniture can irritate cat owners. But instead of attempting to suppress this innate inclination, why not offer a solution that fulfills your need to safeguard your possessions as well as your cat's instincts? Explore the world of cat scratchers, which provide a wide variety of choices ranging from basic boards to intricate scratcher mansions. It's important to comprehend why cats scratch in the first place before exploring the plethora of options available for cat scratchers. Cats scratch naturally to maintain the health of their claws, to stretch their muscles, and to mark their territory. Your furniture will no longer be the target of this behavior if you provide sufficient surfaces for it to scratch on.

Basic scratcher boards are the cornerstone of cat scratching solutions. These straightforward but efficient gadgets are usually constructed from sturdy materials like carpet, sisal, or cardboard. When arranged thoughtfully throughout your house, they give your cat a place to scratch. Simple scratchers are a great choice for pet parents on a tight budget or who have limited space because they are small and reasonably priced.

Cat scratcher house is the ideal option for individuals who want to blend design and utility. These inventive designs serve as both a luxurious haven and a scratching area for your feline companion. Scratcher houses are made of durable materials like wood or sisal and available in a range of styles, from multi-level towers to quaint cabins. These dwellings have platforms, scratching posts, and even built-in toys. Think about your cat's living space, habits, and preferences when choosing a scratcher. While some cats could choose horizontal scratching surfaces, others might prefer vertical ones. Consider your cat's size as well as the amount of room you have in your house. For lifespan and ease of use, choose scratchers that are sturdy, stable, and easily cleaned. In order to keep your relationship with your feline friend harmonious, cat scratchers are a need. There is a solution to fit every cat's demands and every owner's desire, ranging from straightforward scratcher boards to intricate scratcher mansions. With wooden cat house price, you can preserve your furniture while also improving your cat's habitat and enhancing their general well-being by giving them suitable scratching surfaces.

[ichorai]

afterlife ; yelena belova.

track eleven of BROKEN MACHINE.

sequel to the scientist & the assassin.

pairing ; yelena belova & gn!reader (platonic), natasha romanoff x spouse!reader

synopsis ; her sister was dead. she’d lost everyone she’d ever known. and she didn’t know you—at least not as well as she’d like to know her sister’s spouse, but yelena wanted to try. that was the least she could do.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; angst, mild fluff

warnings / includes ; talks of death, set after events of endgame and hawkeye series, grief and angst, liho cameo & hawkeye/kate mention, someone pls give yelena a hug rn :( also it isn't mentioned anywhere in the fic but i'm a yelena aroace truther so pls don't read into their relationship as anything but platonic !!

a/n ; sorry i haven't posted anything in sooo long </3 life's been tough :( but i hit 7.8k followers and that's just so crazy to me, thank you for sticking around !! (i still haven't finished my 6k milestone this is sickening)

main masterlist.

There was a ridiculous sort of homeliness to the stout little house Yelena stood in front of. Long plants dangled from the slanted roofs, and the bulbous lamp hanging by the door glowed a merry shade of amber. Even the doormat was endearing, a shoddy brown scratcher with a black imprint of a cat’s paw in the center. Yelena wiped the soles of her combat boots against it, blowing out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. 

Places like this—places that reeked of home and warmth—they weren’t made for people like her. At least, that was what she was conditioned into believing her entire life. People like her didn’t deserve to have a home.

But her sister had broken the cycle. She’d escaped. They were one and the same as children—a statue and its shadow—and yet they’d gone down vastly different paths in life. Natasha found a new family, she’d found love, she’d found a home. What did Yelena have?

And that’s what made it all the stranger for Yelena to be standing in front of this little house. A part of her was afraid that if she stepped inside, it would crumble apart in front of her.

It was her sister’s home, and yet she was afraid to linger. The house that her sister used to live in before she… before…

Yelena screwed her lips off to the side and bit the inside of her cheek. 

Before she could change her mind, she rapped her knuckles against the polished wood of the door thrice. Two more times after that for good measure. The doorbell was right there, Yelena noticed a little too late.

When the entrance creaked open, the blonde had to grit her teeth and keep her feet planted, because a large part of her wanted to turn and run. Yelena Belova had been on the run for a large part of her life. So much of her childhood was lost to the wind of discreet cars and disguises. She couldn’t stomach the idea of facing something real and something true. 

Your face peered out from behind the door, features curious and softened with exhaust. For a moment, she could see the scientist in you: the way your gaze darted all over her, searching for clues as to who she was. Trying to piece together the puzzle that was Yelena Belova. 

Quite a few pieces were missing from that puzzle. Yelena was sure it’d never be complete, really.

“Hello. I’m sorry, who are you?” you asked, brows cinching together. 

You were beautiful, even with the fatigue weighing over your shoulders, even with the tender skin beneath your eyes that darkened with tears and lost sleep. Yelena could see why her sister loved you so much. 

When the blonde in front of you whispered her name, you took a slight step back. From shock or from fear, Yelena couldn’t quite tell. 

A spark of recognition danced over your countenance. You’d seen faded pictures of your wife and her sister when they were children. She had the same eyes as that child. The same hair, the same nose, the same lips. But people change, faces morph, and personalities are discarded. You could never be too careful. After all—your wife was a widow. 

“Prove it,” you murmured. 

Yelena leveled her eyes with you. Then, she let out the shrill, two-toned whistle. The one Natasha would do to signal to you, to Clint, to her loved ones.

A lump formed in your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stepped to the side and muttered a quiet apology, inviting her to come into your home. 

Yelena stomped her boots against the welcome mat twice, not wanting to be a rude guest by tracking mud all over the floors, and slipped into the house. Her sister’s home.

There were fragments of Natasha everywhere. In the framed pictures, in her initials embroidered into the handcloths in the kitchen, in the rows of linguistic books lining the bookshelves. 

You were anxiously twisting your hands together, studying the way Yelena took everything in. Noticing that her eyes were lingering on the books, you ventured to tell her, “She was learning Arabic. During the Blip, that is. Got pretty decent at it, actually.”

Before she could think of a reply, maybe a rather petty retort that Yelena already knew Arabic, a curious meow broke her attention away from you, down to the ground. There was a little black cat pattering its way to her, eyes shining and ears pricked.

“You have a cat?” she murmured, lowering herself to her knees so she could reach out and ruffle its small head.

“Liho was Nat’s birthday present. Well, one of her presents,” you said, a faint smile twitching the corner of your lips at the memory of the failed collapsible motorbike. There was a brief moment of silence, all quiet except for Liho’s pleased purring. “You want a cup of tea?” you eventually asked, gesturing to the kitchen.

She gave you a nod, and you whisked away, grateful for something to occupy yourself with. Yelena found herself studying the house more—the pictures, the mirrors, the lights. It all screamed her sister.

Some of the photos had famous Avengers on them, and Yelena couldn’t help but smile. Her sister, the famous Avenger who saved the world. Her eyes flickered over to you as you brought out a teapot and two mugs. A part of her wondered what you were doing when Natasha had died. Were you off saving the world, too? You murmured something under your breath as you scuttled back to the kitchen to fetch some sugar.

“Please, take a seat,” you said kindly, gesturing to the chair across from you. You poured the drink for her and slid it over the table for her to take. Yelena dropped three cubes of sugar into the mug with an appreciative hum. “So, uh… what happened? Were you—were you blipped?”

“Yes,” she sighed out, blowing at the far-too-hot drink over the brim of the mug. “Five years of life, gone in a blink of an eye. You?”

The two of you watched each other for some time. She lifted the cup to drink, finally. It was damn good tea. There was a citrusy, lemony sort of flavor to it.

“I was part of the half that stayed. Nat and I… we were lucky to have each other. She buried herself in her work. I had—I mean, I didn’t really have work to do anymore. Not with most people I used to work for gone.” After a longer pause, you tilted your head. “Natasha searched everywhere for you. Everywhere. She never—she never stopped looking.”

A lump formed in Yelena’s throat.

“Yeah?” she murmured. 

“Yeah.” A tear slipped down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, you smiled. “She loved you so much, Yelena.” 

She sucked a cold breath through her gritted teeth and sniffled. “What was she like?”

There were a few seconds of silence. You pondered on her question for quite some time. How were you supposed to summarize your entire world in just a few sentences?

“She was incredible. In every way, really. Smart, beautiful, funny, level-headed. But most of all, she was kind. I think that’s what threw a lot of people off about her. They know she’s an ex-assassin, and she’s not exactly a trusting person… and I guess it’s easy to make assumptions about her with just that. But she was so kind.” You had to pause to swallow around the lump in your throat. “She was patient and understanding. For her to… to sacrifice everything and leave the universe while saving it—that’s the Natasha I know.”

Yelena blew her nose into a tissue when you pushed a box of Kleenex towards her. “I’m here because of her. She’s… she’s a hero.”

“She is.”

With a watery laugh, Yelena said through her tears, “I tried to kill her friend. Your friend, too, I’m guessing. Clint Barton. I was told that he killed her.”

A grim expression flickered over your face as you pursed your lips. “Yeah. He told me. Didn’t sound too happy over the phone. But… he’s doing alright. Has his own little sidekick now, from what I gathered during the call.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena said with a mirthful glint to her eyes. “She hit me in the face, you know.”

You arched a brow. “Did you deserve it?”

Yelena frowned and lifted a shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “Probably.”

The two of you grinned at each other, cheeks damp. 

Then, her beam melted away. “I didn’t want to believe that Natasha was selfish enough to sacrifice herself to save half of the entire world. Ironic, right?”

You traced the rim of your mug with a finger. “I remember the day it happened. They each came back from the past in a blink of an eye. Except the space beside Clint was empty. Steve caught me before I could fall to the ground when I realized what she’d done.”

“All these powerful heroes,” Yelena whispered. Her voice warbled and swayed, like a feather amidst a hurricane. “And the one that saved the universe was my big sister. She had no powers. Just her and her stupidly big heart.”

“And decades of training,” you added on.

“Yeah. That, too.” Yelena’s shoulders began to shake. “I just miss her so much.”

Abandoning your drink, you got up from the table and stepped to Yelena, pulling her into a warm hug. She began to tremble harder under your grip, winding her arms around you, seeking solace in your warmth. 

“She missed you, too,” you murmured. An overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over you. “I hope you know that you’re always welcome here, Yelena. You’re my sister now, too.”

After a second, Yelena sputtered an apology and slumped back, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. “Sorry. I’m so bad at this. Emotions and all that crap.”

“That’s okay,” you told her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

Yelena could see why Natasha loved you so much. You were kind like her.

“I grew up in a fake family. None of it was ever real, even if it felt like it was. But Natasha… she was always real to me. Now that she’s gone, the only real part of my life went with her, as well. And you—you’re real. Real to Natasha. And I… I know we just met, but I want you to be real for me, too. Not only as my sister’s spouse, but… as a friend, a sibling. I’d like to try.”

You gave her a warm smile, and reached out to pat her cheek twice, wiping the dampness away with your thumb. “I’d like that, Yelena.”

The two of you embraced again, and she nearly burst into tears upon realizing that you were the first person she’d hugged since she was blipped away.

“Did Natasha ever tell you how she broke my nose when we were kids?” she asked into the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. 

You pulled away with a skeptical gaze. “She told me you broke your own nose.”

The blonde laughed, low and chesty. “Man, do I have a lot of stories to tell you.”

[tamara-kama]

A while back I got a cardboard sushi restaurant cat house for my cat Joely.. for the longest time it seemed like he only used the cat scratcher part.. I've heard him exiting it before but this is the first time I heard him entering it and had a photo opportunity! He uses it after all! 😺💜😁👍🏻🍣🍙

[love-and-hisses]

Happy Gotcha Day to former fosters Oleander (formerly Constance, 2020) and Rhus (Rochefort)! Cat says: "its been 4 years of muffenry!!! it dousnt seem like that long. oleander and rhus are celibrating their gotcha day with some new toys, new colers and a new scratcher. they have begon to request to watch the birds evry single morning at the door. so we have made that part of our daily routine. we get up. get muffinbreakfast. i make some tea and an egg while they eat. then we all have breakfast by the front door where they birdfeeder hangs. they meep at chipmunks and birds and i sip my tea. if its a nice sunny morning i will often sit abit further back so they can roll arund in the sunshine while watching the birds. they help me with my costuming. escort me threw the house. hold me down on the couch while reading so i dont float away. and have nightly zooms and toytime befor e have muffindinner and head to bed. its been a very exciting 4 years for us here in muffinland and we are excited to see what muffenry we get into the coming years. what new muffinjobs they will decide to take on and what sillynewss they will get into . currently there is a lolymonster meeping under the couch awaiting toes to grab and a sleepy rhusy in the window. it is a good day. hope all is well and evryone is having a lovly day, Cat, Oleander and Rhus"

(Thank you Cat! You can follow Oleander and Rhus (and Cat!) on their Facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100071461051233 )

[adhdnojutsu]

Building a diorama in a 2nd hand snake tank. Among other things, I built the house, porch, made the tatami mats, the kotatsu, the sofa, couch table, cat scratcher kitchenette, and the blue shelf.

[riverbankofclay]

Sorry this isn't my usually content but I just need to get this out. Firstly I have five cats. They're outdoor cats. I don't want them to be outdoor cats but I can't do anything about it.

Explanation undercut

I'm a minor and the cats are technically owned by my parents. Two of our cats were rescued ad kittens and we adopted them. They were indoor for the first year cause we had three other outdoor cats at that time. One got hit but a cat, other got a leg infected and last one ran away but they were move outdoors after that. Slowly at first like in a kennel at day and back in at night but they were eventually fully outdoors though I'm allowed to bring them in and I do whenever I can

But out last three. Two of them were born to the third who was a stray. We adopted all of them. They had a third sibling, but they ran away, went to the neighbours and moved to England with the neighbours (I miss you little fella, you did a great job.) (Postiive not sarcastic because I know it's used like that sometimes)

They have always been outdoors unless they were recovering from surgery. Now I'm worried I missed a window to get them used to the indoors. They're all scared of it, everything single fucking sound. Hell ones even scared of cat toys. One went missing for like a month before he came back

What I'm worried about is that we're getting another cat next month and I'm freaking out that he'll be moved outdoors too. I've gotten him a harness, collar and stuff so he'll be less likely to be snatched but I'm fucking scared. I don't want him to be taken away. Cats aren't often taken where I live. Most people with cats around my area have them outdoors and know who belongs to who and my other cats have places to hide of they see a car coming. Everyone knows cats are on the road because most people that drive around this road know the area because it isn't a main road, and my cats never go beyond the statue like three metres from out house but I cant help but worry.

I don't want to excuse it but I honestly don't know. We live in a place with no coyotes,wolves ect and barely any foxes but they mostly just pass through and any thing that could hurt them isn't really legally allowed to be outdoors unsupervised.

Sorry for the ramble I just need this

I know people also leave their dogs in their garden with the gates open (is that a cultural thing? I don't see it anywhere) and on the roads. People don't seem to care and leave them to their own devices but idk

And my parents excuse is that they shed?? Like wtf it's a fucking cat. My older sister has asthma? Why the fuck did you get cats then if it's going to affect her asthma? They scratch furniture? Get them a fuckong scratcher

[misc-obeyme]

FOR FLUFTOBER,,, domestic satan content, where you finally get to adopt some cats with him. the preparation hed do would be more than most people do for their literal babies

Hello there, anon!

SO. I spent some time thinking about the scenario here, but in the end I decided not to describe the setting. That way you can kind of insert Satan, MC, and the cats into whatever setting you like. At first I thought it could be the House of Lamentation in a situation where Lucifer finally lifted the cat ban. But then I also thought it could be that Satan and MC had their own place somewhere. And then I thought it could be interesting if Satan decided to move into Cocytus Hall only so that he could circumvent Lucifer's cat ban lol. I actually really like that last idea, but knowing me it'd end up with too much Solomon in it.

As for the cats, I dunno I just made some stuff up. Which to be fair is what I do for most of the stuff I write lol. I find that shelters tend to give cats ridiculous names that are either just regular human names or something completely out of left field. I also realize that the cats might've been scared and decided to hide upon being in a new environment. However, I based this quite a bit on the day I brought my own cat home. She wasn't scared at all and in the end she fell asleep on my lap.

Anyway, it's a bit cheesy, but I liked the prompt 'cause I'm always happy to write about cats.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Satan

Warnings: none!

"Satan. Did you move the cat tree again?"

You were looking at the cat tree - a piece of carpet covered furniture that was taller than you. It had certainly been in a different spot before, but now it stood in front of the window.

Satan came up to stand behind you. "Of course," he said. "But this is the last time. Don't you think they'll want to be able to look out of the window?"

You cocked your head a little bit, trying to imagine the cats perched upon the tree. He was right. They probably would appreciate being able to look out the window from a tall vantage point.

"All right," you said. "I agree. But you have to stop moving it around."

"I won't have time to move it again," Satan said, glancing at the clock. "We have to go."

You turned to look at him. He had a calm expression, looking relaxed, but you could see the trembling behind his green eyes. He was excited and nervous, his feelings all in a jumble. He tried to smooth them out, keep them below the surface, but you had learned to read him long ago.

You took his hand and smiled. "Everything is going to go perfectly. You'll see."

He really didn't have anything to worry about. Satan was nothing if not thorough. He had stocked up on high quality cat food and the finest of fancy cat treats. There was a box that was overflowing with cat toys of all shapes and sizes. Several cat scratchers were placed strategically around the room. The floofiest cat beds you'd ever seen had been procured. He even purchased a robotic litter box.

All that was left now was to get the cats themselves.

The two of you walked to the adoption center, picked up the cats, and brought them back. Satan was practically vibrating with nervous energy as you put the carriers on the floor, opening the doors, and allowing the cats into the room.

The first one to come out of his carrier was a handsome long haired tuxedo cat. He sat down in the middle of the room, looking at you and then Satan and then at the cat tree.

"You know, I was surprised when you pointed this guy out to me," you said. You were sitting on the ground with a pile of cat toys nearby, waiting to see what the black cat would do. "He reminds me so much of Lucifer."

"Me, too," Satan said.

This surprised you enough to look up at him, but Satan's eyes were on the cat.

Before you could inquire further, the second cat poked her head out of her carrier. This was a calico cat with a sweet face. She came over to sit beside the black cat. They were already friends from their time in the shelter.

"And this one reminds me of you," Satan said.

Another surprise, but he still wasn't looking at you. Satan hadn't told you any of this before, simply bringing each of the cats to you for your approval. You had loved them both instantly. The black cat was a little aloof, but sweet once he got to know you. The calico loved everyone and was always rolling over for tummy rubs.

You laughed. "Really? She reminds you of me?"

Satan met your eyes then, as if he was startled by the fact that he had said anything about it at all. He blushed and looked away again. "Her agreeable personality and ability to befriend anyone is similar to you, that's all."

You tried to hold in another laugh because you didn't want to embarrass him. "They named her Kitchen."

Satan sighed. "We can change her name."

"Beel would like it," you said.

"He would. Are you suggesting we keep it?" Satan asked.

You shrugged. "It is kind of funny. But I think we should keep Maurice."

"Maurice is a good cat name," Satan agreed. He bent down and picked up one of the cat toys, a long pole with a string and a stuffed mouse on the end.

The black cat, Maurice, instantly jumped at it, catching it easily in his claws. He meowed and swished his tail as Satan pulled it away only to dangle it near him again.

The calico sauntered over to you and pressed her head into your hand. You rubbed between her ears and she began to purr.

"She's so sweet," you said.

Satan looked over at you. "Sugar."

You frowned. "Huh?"

"Her name," Satan said.

You grinned. "It's perfect. And I think Beel will still like it."

Satan chuckled. "I'm glad you approve."

The cats eventually found their way to the cat tree. Satan sat down to watch them inspect it and you sat beside him. For some time, the two of you sat in silence, watching the cats as they climbed the tree, finding all of its toys and spaces.

Eventually, both Maurice and Sugar came over to the couch, apparently having decided that curling up together on Satan's lap was preferable to remaining in the cat tree. You scooted closer, leaning in against Satan as he put an arm around you. How both cats managed to fit on his lap, you weren't sure, but they did.

You kissed Satan's cheek. "Are you happy?"

Satan looked over at you and the way his eyes shone with joy answered your question. "More than I've ever been. I have these two. And I have you."

Satan kissed you, gently and softly, the cats purring in his lap. It was a moment that you would hold in your heart for the rest of your life. It was the moment you thought of when you heard the word home.

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[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, December 18th, 2024.

When the manager sprinkles ur scratchers with The Good Stuff. ;D

What was the last thing you laughed at? I laughed while on the phone with my mom a bit ago - not necessarily over anything in particular; more like a conversational laugh, if that makes sense.

How many times have you visited the beach in your lifetime? Just a couple of times. Once when we visited California when I was a child, and then again as a teen when we visited Ocean City, NJ.

Do you know anyone personally who has committed murder? Um��I hope not.

Do you use temper glass phone screen protectors? No, but I do have a case for it.

Have you ever cracked your phone screen badly? I think I might have cracked a screen before, but I'm not sure. Possibly my first Nokia cell phone.

Would you ever take up pole dancing as a hobby? It would definitely help me build up a lot of strength and muscle, but no, that's not my scene. I'd be much more interested in something like rock climbing.

What is one of your most prized possessions? You know, I don't really have any prized possessions. There are things I use often or cherish for sentimental reasons, sure, but nothing stands out above the rest.

Do you find commercials/ads to be amusing or just annoying? Mostly just annoying.

Do you enjoy taking late night drives? I enjoy sleeping and being in bed.

Do you prefer incense, candles, or something else for making your house smell nice? I recently bought some Febreze air mist (baked cinnamon apples), but I don't think it's for me. A little too overpowering and not as "warm" of a scent as I was hoping.

How many pets/children do you have? I have three cats and zero children.

Have you ever accidentally stolen something? I can't think of anything, but a year or two ago, my dad accidentally "stole" a box of chocolate from the store. He went all the way back to pay for it after realizing his mistake.

What was the last thing you needed help with? Getting my car door to open yesterday morning. For some reason, the manual key wasn't working, but then suddenly the little remote key clicker was? I thought that thing was dead.

What's the most expensive article of clothing you own? I don't think any clothing item I own is more than 50 dollars.

What's one of your favorite memories from your childhood? My first backpacking trip with my dad and childhood friend Aurora. I think we were in middle school at the time. We were allowed to camp at the top of the trail near the Devil's Head lookout tower. Got to hang out with the ranger and his two boys who were around our age.

What seems like a cult to you but isn't one?

What do you do when you start to feel depressed or really down? I've been feeling unusually down since the end of November. It's probably a combination of factors. There's nothing I can really do aside from be kind to myself and continue to put one foot in front of the other. The fog lifts eventually.

Do you keep your nails manicured? No.

When was the last time you checked your mail? My dad is the one who checks the mail.

Do you do positive affirmations daily? Not as a consistent intentional practice, but whenever I catch myself thinking too negatively and have the presence of mind to do so, I try to reframe my thoughts into something more positive. I'm so hard on myself and it's just not necessary, not helpful.

What time did you wake up this morning? 5:30am.

Do you like lemon with your tea? Sometimes.

Do you know anyone with the name Andrew? I had a childhood friend named Andrew, but I don't know anyone currently.

Are you a sensitive person? Less than I used to be, but I'm still pretty sensitive.

Do you know any of your neighbors well? Not really.

Have you ever received a traffic ticket? I haven't.

Do you enjoy glitter or find it to be a nuisance? It's more of a nuisance.

Would you ever want to be a politician? Lol. No.

Have you ever been into Pokémon? If so, what's your favorite? More so when I was younger and then there was a resurgence when Pokemon Go came out. My favorites were Abra and Mewtwo.

What's your favorite soup? Maybe minestrone or tomato (particularly when paired with grilled cheese).

What color reminds you of the week you've had so far? Either a puke green or a depressing blue. Just a weird week. Yesterday was a bit better, though.

Chinese or Mexican food? What's your favorite dish? I like them both about equally, so it's whatever I happen to be in the mood for at the moment.

Have you ever seen a wolf in person? Possibly at one of the zoos I've visited…?

Are you currently doing something else besides this survey? No. I was eating a bowl of cereal, but I finished with that a little while ago.

Do you get annoyed by repetitive questions? Not seriously annoyed, but when it comes to surveys, when I've already answered a question a bunch of times in recent history, it's just like…skip.

What's the fastest you've ever driven? Maybe 75-80mph. As a passenger, I think the fastest I've experienced was somewhere around 100mph.

Have you ever listened to Tim McGraw? I think so.

What's the last thing you lit on fire? A cigarette.

Do you still watch American Idol? No.

What's your favorite things about life? The people and cats I love, my passion for the work I do at the animal shelter, cozy nights falling asleep to my favorite YouTubers, the holiday season, visiting the Mountain Park for picnics and hikes - especially in the height of autumn beauty, snowy days, delicious foods, good laughs, simple routines, etc. Life is really quite pleasant when I can get out of my head and stop overthinking everything to death.

What is your favorite emoticon? Maybe this little guy. 💁 Just seems so sassy. 🙆 Or this one. Apparently, it's supposed to be a gesture for "OK," but he just looks so happy with his lil hands on his head there.

When was the last time you had to replace the batteries in something? My dad replaced the batteries in the scale in his bathroom so I could weigh myself. I've got a doctor's appointment coming up in mid-January and I didn't want to be too surprised by the number. I haven't weighed myself since maybe March, but it was right around where I thought it would be.

Have you ever seen a street name that was funny or a town name? Lol not a town or a street name, but…Gooch Gap. ;D

Do you like to watch anime? I used to.

Do you ever drink energy drinks? I have, but not as a regular habit.

How many surveys have you created? Probably at least 100.

Do you just enjoy taking them? Mostly.

What type of cell phone do you own? Do you like it? Samsung Galaxy something or another. It gets the job done.

What's your plans for the rest of the day? Not much. The only things I had planned were grocery shopping and cleaning my room and I'm finished with both.