#Tommy Cat

[theartistaslisalee]

Cat Daddy Smoke. 😼💨🐈‍⬛

My first ever digital drawing using an iPad Pro I inherited from Mom and a new Apple Pencil. I’m considering going more digital in the new year, some more practice needed.

[moeyoon]

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 ♡

[macaronimars]

a prompt fill for @daddykinkkinard for donating to support gaza ❤️ bucktommy bedtime with tommy in his reading glasses !!

[lcvebuckley]

cat lover!tommy x shelter attendant!buck au anyone?

Tommy hadn’t planned on visiting the shelter today, but loneliness had a way of pushing you out the door. Months after the stray cat he’d adored disappeared, the silence in his apartment had become unbearable. He needed a companion, someone to fill the empty space.

As he arrived at the shelter, the first thing he spotted was a guy crouched by a cage, holding a squeaky toy and grinning at a golden retriever like they shared an inside joke.

Both the guy and the dog looked up when they heard the familiar jingling of the shop door and Tommy couldn't help but chuckle at the cute sight. It was like being greeted by two golden retrievers, both radiating the same bright, infectious energy.

The guy stared at Tommy for a moment, and the faint blush on his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. Tommy watched as he seemed to shake off whatever had him distracted and stepped closer.

“Hi! Looking to adopt?” the guy said, standing and dusting his hands on his jeans. His smile was blinding and Tommy had a hard time ignoring how his heart skipped a beat.

Tommy nodded, suddenly feeling awkward under his bright blue gaze. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about getting a cat. Been… lonely lately.”

The other's smile softened at the response, his gaze warm and understanding. "Well, luck is on your side today. I'm Evan, renowned resident cat expert and part-time dog wrangler," he paused and leaned in closer, a hand over his mouth as he whispered, "Self-proclaimed, but don’t let that sway your confidence in me."

Tommy chuckled and offered his hand, "Tommy. I guess I can trust you to find my perfect match?" he asked. Evan took his hand and the moment their skin touched, warmth spreads through Tommy, a quiet comfort settling in his chest. Evan’s calloused hand fit perfectly against his, and when their eyes met again, neither seemed eager to let go, their hands lingering and their eyes locked.

“O-Of course! You can count on me,” Evan stammered, pulling his hand back quickly when he realized he’d been staring a little too long. Tommy glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Please,” he said, his voice soft but grateful for Evan’s enthusiasm.

As Buck led him through the shelter, he started talking—well, rambling, really—about all the cats in his care. Tommy found himself smiling, charmed by Evan’s energy and the way he gushed about each one. He could tell that Evan really cares, and that alone sparked something in Tommy.

Tommy wasn’t the kind of person who fell for someone so easily and yet, being here with Evan made him think of the impossible. Tommy never let himself fall for someone in fear of getting hurt, but Evan feels different. He feels like he can trust him with his heart because of how gentle he is with the shelter animals.

"So, did you see anyone you like?" Evan asked, but Tommy didn't reply right away. He can't take his eyes off Evan, as if he's stuck in a trance. He was staring at his gorgeous blue eyes, the way his curls fell to the side of his face as he talks, his slightly flushed cheeks, his lips. God, his lips. Tommy knows he has no chance with Evan—he is way out of his league—but the urge to feel those lips on his was real.

"You..." The word slipped out before Tommy could stop it. Evan froze, his blush deepening as it crept down his neck. “What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

That's when Tommy realized he just said that out loud.

Tommy snapped back to reality, mentally cursing himself. “Sorry,” he said quickly, but then, with a quick recovery, added, “I mistook you for a golden retriever. You look just like one—adorable and cheerful.” He prided himself on being quick-witted in awkward situations, but right now, he wanted nothing more than to disappear six feet under from sheer embarrassment.

The other stared at Tommy for a moment before bursting into laughter. His blush didn’t fade, but his grin grew wider. "But I thought you're looking for a cat?” he teased, gesturing toward the enclosures.

“I am, I just—” Tommy stammered, his flustered state making it impossible to look directly at Evan. Instead, his gaze wandered around the room, desperate for an escape, until it landed on something.

His eyes stopped at a small enclosure where three kittens tumbled over one another in a heap of tiny paws and tails. One of them caught Tommy’s eye immediately—a tiny black-and-white kitten with wide green eyes.

Evan noticed his gaze. “Oh, that’s Buttons. She and her siblings just got old enough to adopt. Their mom passed not long after giving birth. It was touch-and-go for a while, but they’re fighters.”

“Can I hold her?” Tommy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” Evan said, carefully opening the enclosure. He scooped the kitten up gently and handed her to Tommy. Their fingers brushed at the exchange, and Tommy glanced up and noticed the faint flush that crept back into Evan’s cheeks. It was endearing how easily Evan got flustered, and Tommy couldn’t help but smile.

Shifting his focus to the kitten, Tommy felt a pang of familiarity. Buttons reminded him so much of Spots, the stray Tommy grew attached to before she went missing. They have the same coat of fur, and they even sound the same. Tommy felt instant connection and couldn't take his eyes off her. “She’s perfect,” Tommy murmured, holding Buttons gently against his chest.

Evan smiled softly, his shyness giving way to something warm and genuine. “She’s got good taste," he said, not really aware of how that sounded. Tommy raised a brow, smirking. “You mean in me? Or are you saying she takes after you?” he teased.

Evan blinked, clearly caught off guard, before laughing nervously. “Uh, both?” he said, quickly turning away and mumbling something to himself. Tommy caught only a few words, including “stupid” and “obvious.”

Tommy chuckled, a warmth spreading in his chest. After everything that happened today, he was starting to think he might actually have a chance with Evan. “I like her already.”

By the time Tommy left the shelter, promising to return once he’d prepped his home, he couldn’t decide what he was more excited about—bringing Buttons home or finding an excuse to see Evan again.

[sethdomain]

dsmp war cat is so back

[catfortress]

Scratch-lings !!! (like scout-lings!)

[kenjo-arts]

How it feels to live with my cat

[lucidpast]

Notable Cats, 1932

Lucky Fishbreath, Tommy Topper, "The Professor"

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to Tiktok: I take back everything I said about Steve’s jock friends staying at our house-

Steve: You didn’t say anything! I said Tommy was going to stay with us for a bit and you said “leave me alone, I’m in my process.”

Eddie: As I was saying, I take back- *Joan explodes out of the kitchen cabinet that they keep cans in*

Tommy: Jesus Christ!

Steve: No, that’s Joan.

[slutir]

i only want to be with u ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[kinardsboy]

“Just uh, Just watch where you step alright? Pumpkin likes to dart out infront of you.” Tommy warned as he unlocked his front door.

“And what IS pumpkin? You know I still havent been told what kinda animal you have.” Buck pouted and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Baby I wanted it to be a surprise- besides he’s not er.. well a conventional pet..”

“Thomas. What do you have? Is it illegal?” Evan gasped

“No! No - it’s not like that- I have a permit to own him.”

“I swear to god if I walk in there and see a tiger-”

“Evan. Just relax.” Tommy rolled his eyes and opened the door, walking inside as Evan cautiously followed behind him.

“Pumpkin! Tch tch come here boy.” Tommy called out as he switched the lights on.

Buck heard the scurrying of paws, and a bell jingling on the creatures collar. Poking his head over Tommy’s shoulder he watched as it emerged from the kitchen.

It was..

just.. a possum?

“Oh.” Buck laughed and stood up straight, no longer feeling anxious about the situation.

“I found him in my garage a few years ago- just a tiny baby at the time- I waited and waited but the mother never came back- and by then he had imprinted on me and well..” Tommy sighed and Buck watched in amusement as the possum climbed up Tommy’s leg to be held.

“I just dont really tell people about him cause- well you know people think possums are dirty.” Tommy frowned and ruffled the animal’s fur.

“I do know that yes. But Possums actually groom themselves quite regularly- they also eat ticks- which is good because I hate ticks.” Evan reached over to gently stroke the possum.

“Can.. can i hold him?” He asked and looked up at his boyfriend.

“Of course.”

Tommy handed the possum over to Evan, who immediately clung onto him.

“So.. adorable.” Evan couldnt help but smile.

“Yeah- you are pretty cute.” Tommy hummed and kissed his cheek before walking towards the kitchen to start dinner

[glitterfang]

@toburnup thanks for finding the perf stommie ref 💖

[byjove]

please help my scruggly cat

Tommy, Tumblr micro-celebrity famous for featuring/being the muse for hit posts such as ‘father is…evil?’ and ‘my cat can tell when I’m sad and instinctively bites my toes’ and ‘frustrating each other is our love language’ needs a little financial support. Please consider donating to my ko-fi or buying something from my teespring store.

Tommy was diagnosed with diabetes earlier this year under dramatic circumstances that involved a week long intensive care vet stay. She has stomatitis (an inflammation of the gums and mucus membranes) that she was on steroids for and the steroids may have damaged her pancreas. Since her diagnosis we’ve had a hard time controlling her blood sugar. Her insulin dose goes up and up. The vet thinks she has a good chance of stabilizing, that diabetic cats can and do live long, healthy and happy lives. She’s only 5. Her 6th birthday is later this month. She’s fighting. She wants to live.

Each insulin vial costs $160. Her prescription cat food is $35 for a 4 pound bag. She’s also on gabapentin for her pain and neuropathy and she’ll probably need another course of antibiotics. She currently goes to the vet every two weeks and the cost of that varies immensely. Basically, she’s a much more expensive cat than she was before and the cost of living for me has risen as well. It’s not an immediate emergency but we need funds. I’m disabled, I have an autoimmune disease that attacks my colon, I have a hard time working outside of the home or even at all because my health fluctuates and my energy levels are low. I’m trying so desperately to get better but for now I’m living in my mom’s house and sponging off my loved ones and tapping into my meager savings.

I know what you’re thinking, the thing people always comment on donation posts about pets, “if you can’t afford to care for your cat, why do you still have your cat?” and as biting as that question is, I know it’s a valid one and I’ve thought about it myself. I still have her because I need her and she needs me. She’s like my soulmate animal. We met when I was 16 and she was about 4 weeks old. There was no way I could have known we’d both be struggling sick moneypits in 5 years. I’m trying to give her the best life I can and she’s trying to give me her best self. I’m her person. I’m home 24/7 so we’re so used to having each other. She brings me immense joy and I know she’s brought a lot of other people joy. If you’re one of those people, please consider giving a couple of dollars. If you can’t afford to, that’s fine. Thank you for reading anyway.

TL;DR: cat sick. I’m sick. please help.

[lackadaisycats]

LACKADAISY - coming Wednesday, March 29th to YouTube! Watch it here.

[cherry-cilly]

Men think the appeal of tommy shelby is that he is a badass gangster but we women know the real appeal of tommy shelby is that he is a sad little mew mew left out in the rain

[mmso-notlikethat]

I kept thinking about lou with the small kitten, and i had to write this.. and oops, everything Tommy does here is actually things i have done 🫣

Note: they live together in Tommy’s house 🫡 ao3

Buck carefully carried the small carrier into the house. His heart raced as he glanced at the tiny cat inside, her fur a patchwork of gray and white, her bright green eyes wide with a mixture of fear and suspicion. She had been shaking when Buck found her earlier that day during a call. Tucked beneath a dumpster near the scene of a kitchen fire, she was alone, filthy, and trembling with fear. Buck couldn’t leave her there—not after she’d let him coax her out with a soft voice and some spilled takeout someone had left behind.

The guys at the station had teased him about it all afternoon. Chimney had even called her Buck’s “new soulmate.” But Buck didn’t care. All he could think about was Tommy—how much Tommy loved cats but didn’t have one of his own, how Tommy always made time for every stray they encountered.

Tommy was practically the neighborhood’s unofficial cat dad. Every morning on his runs, he’d stop by a little orange tabby’s favorite spot to leave some kibble. On their evening walks, he’d carry a pouch of treats just in case they ran into the scruffy black-and-white tomcat near the corner store. If Buck wasn’t with him, Tommy would send pictures with captions like, “Ran into Princess today. She judged me harshly but still accepted the snacks.” Or, “Look at this guy. Absolute king behavior. Think he’d let me pet him if I had tuna?”

Once, Buck caught him kneeling in someone’s yard, talking softly to a trio of kittens as if they were his own children. Another time, Tommy disappeared for twenty minutes during their grocery run only to reappear with a grin and a bag of wet food. “The alley cat behind the store needed dinner,” Tommy had explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t just the neighborhood cats that Tommy cared for—he also had a soft spot for a sleek black cat that hung around harbor.

The crew at the 217 had affectionately named her Midnight, though she never let anyone but Tommy get close.

Lucy had sent pictures of Tommy hanging out with Midnight to him, "thought this might interest you," and it did.

Every time before their shift started, Tommy would crouch by harbor's back entrance with a can of food he brought from home. Midnight would appear like clockwork, padding out from the shadows with her tail high and proud, but only after she saw it was him.

“Morning, beautiful,” Tommy would say softly, setting the food down and watching as Midnight dove in. While she ate, he’d sit cross legged nearby, occasionally murmuring to her about his day or the latest drama at work, and of course, about Evan.

One day, Lucy had caught him mid chat. “You know she’s not gonna answer, right?” She teased, leaning against the wall.

Tommy shrugged, unfazed. “Doesn’t mean she’s not listening. Right, Midnight?”

Midnight flicked her tail but didn’t stop eating. Lucy laughed, shaking her head. “You’re a cat whisperer, man. She hisses at everyone else.”

Tommy grinned. “She just has good taste.”

Later, when Tommy sent Buck a picture of Midnight lounging in the sun outside the station, the caption read, “Queen of the 217. She’s graciously accepted my tribute for today.”

Buck loved seeing that side of him—soft, patient, endlessly kind. He’d always wanted to give Tommy a cat of his own, but he wasn’t sure how Tommy would feel about the responsibility. That uncertainty was back now as he set the carrier down in their living room. Wiping his palms on his jeans, he crouched and opened the door. The cat didn’t move, her ears flattened.

"Hey, it's okay," Buck whispered. "You’re gonna love it here. I promise."

The sound of a key turning in the lock made Buck’s stomach flip. He stood as the door opened, and Tommy stepped inside, his duffle slung over one shoulder. His gaze landed on the carrier immediately.

“Evan,” Tommy said slowly, his brows furrowing. “What’s this?”

“It’s, uh, a cat,” Buck blurted. “I found her on a call today. She was under a dumpster, and she was so scared, Tommy. I couldn’t just leave her there. And I know you love cats, and you’re always taking care of the strays, so I thought maybe… you’d want her? I mean, we would both take care of her, of course, but I thought…”

Tommy dropped his bag on the couch and knelt by the carrier, peering inside. His expression softened instantly. “Oh, she’s gorgeous,” he breathed. “Hey, sweetheart.”

To Buck’s astonishment, the cat took one cautious step out, then another. She sniffed the air, her green eyes locking onto Tommy as if he were the only safe thing in the room. When Tommy held out his hand, she walked straight to him, rubbing her cheek against his fingers.

Buck crossed his arms, mock-offended. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes, and she wouldn’t even look at me.”

Tommy looked up, his grin lighting up the room. “What can I say? Cats know who their people are.”

“Wow,” Buck said, rolling his eyes but smiling. “This is the thanks I get.”

Tommy laughed, pulling Buck down beside him and kissing him softly. “Thank you,” he murmured, “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Then, as if a switch flipped, Tommy sat up straighter, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, so we need to get her a proper bed—maybe one of those ones that doubles as a hideaway? And toys, but nothing too loud, and some good quality food. Do you know if she likes wet food or kibble? No? it's fine, we'll figure it out. Do you think she would prefer one of those little climbing towers or something simpler? Also, we'll need to take her to the vet soon, just to make sure she's healthy and up to date on everything. Oh, and I have to clear some space in the corner by the window for her to sit in the sun. She's going to love that. I'll-"

"Tommy," Buck interrupted, grinning despite himself.

Tommy blinked, his cheeks flushing. "What?"

"You're rambling"

"Well, of course I'm rambling, Evan. Look at her! She's perfect, and she's scared, and she needs us."

Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy, relief washing over him. “I had no idea how you’d react,” he admitted. “I was scared you’d think it was too much or something.”

Tommy shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s perfect, Evan. You’re perfect.” He looked down at the cat, now curled up against his leg, her eyes finally closing in peace. “And she’s home now.”

Buck chuckled, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s temple. "Guess I’m gonna have to share you now, huh?"

Tommy smirked. “You’ve always had to share me—with every cat in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah, but now I’ve got competition in my own house,” Buck teased, earning a playful shove from Tommy.

As they sat there, the cat softly purring between them, Buck realized he didn’t mind sharing at all. Not when it made Tommy this happy.