#and because they're cats they'll obviously have a sniff

[juliamccartney]

love that there is zero overlap between food that my cats like to eat and the food that i like to eat

[dragon-chica]

Cat Dad Jason Todd (X Reader)

I've seen fics about Jason with dogs and I have many cats, and really wish to see more Cat Dad! Jason fics in this world (please lend me some)

Featuring a few of my own cats! Darlings, you've hit stardom.

Jason Todd blissfully lives with the love of his life, and their many cats.

The first time Jason came to your home, the moment he stepped through the door his eyes widened and words failed him, the first thing he saw past you was a big fat, fluffy cat on the back of your couch.

You were a little worried for a moment, so many men 'hate cats' thinking they're 'not manly'. and you'd hate to have to lose Jason because of this.

Jason seemed to forget about you entirely, entranced by the cat and slowly, yet on a very clear mission, walked over to your couch and held his hand out to the animal, receiving a short sniff to his knuckle and a throaty purr.

Your heart melted when he started to pet her, mumbling a tiny "hello" and seeing his eyes shine as she headbutted his hand.

Could this man really be perfect?

A small bump to his leg makes him realize where he is, in your home, entirely ignoring you, petting your(? hopefully, he already loves it) cat, and being a rather rude guest.

He looks up at your a little sheepishly, one hand still gently petting your cat, to see you enjoying his little show.

Jason's about to rub his neck nervously, hand halfway there, when something bumps his leg again and he realizes,

"A cat." he glances between both felines, watching him intently. "Another cat. You have cats." He corrects himself, sounding rather happy with this.

This one tabby, weaving through his legs before looking up at him with one eye squinted, staying stood between his legs looking up with a slightly unnerving stare.

"Hello" he says again, bending over to offer his hand before looking up to you again "Does he uh, am I going to be bitten?" The cat is still unmoved, unblinking at Jason.

You stifle a laugh at this big, burly, scarred up man who's obviously smitten by your cats, wondering if your little Igor will hurt him.

"You're safe, she's just like that. Was kicked in the head before."

He frowns at that, and it makes you smile a little more.

An uneven set of thumps starts coming down the hall, heavy and awkward steps hurrying to greet you, and into view enters a large orange male, stopping to look at you both before heading towards Jason with a wonky gate and slamming his heavy hindquarters into Jason's leg to steady himself.

"Ahh." The cat sounds like a gravely old door hinge, but looks up at Jason, who's giving out free pets, very expectantly. Shuffling himself and leaning back against your boyfriend's leg for support.

Jason is very happy to oblige.

Before realizing he has more cats to pet than hands to pet with, until the tabby grows bored and leaves without much fanfare.

You decide he's incredibly unfairly cute when he pouts because a cat just left him.

"There's a few more hiding around too, they'll come out once they warm up to you." You go to put away your things while Jason's happily occupied, adding "You might have to come around a few times for that to happen though?"

Jason's eyes light up even more, the look on his face reminds you of a child that got the present they'd always wanted, and Jason thinks that he might just have found the best place on earth.

To say your cats 'warmed up' tp Jason would be an understatement. You're pretty sure most of them like him more than you, which you can't really blame them for, but still tastes of betrayal.

He is ready to take your cats to the vets over any little thing. Fretting mother hen.

Jason: "Babe she's squinting her eye, what if she got hurt??"

You: "She was just playing, check after awhile."

Jason: "Are you sure he should be licking that much??? he's losing fur??"

You: "He has bad seasonal allergies, we JUST went to the vet tuesday."

Jason: "But-"

Jason has a way with animals, he can gain their trust in no time and they love him, from stray dogs to the bitchiest of cats.

Though you do have to scold him for 'sneaking' them so many treats, and deal with the guilt as your cats meow for treats and Jason looks like a puppy that was yelled at.

If you're worried about their weight he will buy all kinds of expensive, super healthy treats (even asking Damian for suggestions, and researching it himself), aaand then find out none of your picky cats will eat any except friskies.

He's happy to take care of dinner duty and feed them their wet food.

The first time you sent Roy a video of Jason in your kitchen, surrounded by hungry, yelling cats while trying to plate their dinner and laughing as they swarm him and stand up against his legs.

Will take turns cleaning the litter boxes or if you forget/just don't feel like it yet even though they're not his cats?? a Man.

He saw how flimsy most cat trees were and that you had to replace them, and commissioned, actual solid wood, elaborate cat trees. Multiple, they take up much of your living room.

And one in your bedroom because "They like the trees, of course we need one in here so they can sleep with us :("

Once told Bruce he couldn't go on patrol because Frumpkin was sleeping on him, and Batman showed up at your window to collect him.

In turn losing Robin who was quickly enamored seeing so many friendly felines.

Jason just smirked and Bruce let out a suffering sigh.

Speaking of little Robin, you're no longer getting rid of him. He hadn't even introduced himself but you came home to find him sitting on your couch petting a cat and ignoring you.

He kept doing this, and leaving before Jason got home until being caught on day, in full Robin suit, Jason going "Damian would you just go home?"

"Bye Damian" you add as he exits through the window with a halfhearted glare at his brother, before sending a longing one back towards the cat.

You're never getting rid of him. If Damian is missing (sometimes with Jon, too) he's likely hogging your cats.

Jason still feeds the strays, is the first to rescue a cat in a tree, and keeps a baggie of treats in his pocket on patrol.

Jason loves your cats, he loves living with cats, even the times he stayed nights at the manor, Alfred the cat had lots of people to seek if he wanted, and lots of rooms to roam, now every room he goes into he's joined by at the very least, one cat.

It's without much surprise that even stored away, all his gear ends up with cat fur. It's inevitable.

Also a hilarious way to learn that Two Face is extremely allergic to cats, his villain speech being cut short to sneeze uncontrollably.

That night he tells Khoshekh thanks for the backup.

It's a mostly quiet, frigid night when Red Hood looms through a filthy alleyway, it's nearing 2am and halfway down Jason feels a little itch that there's something.

There's no one around him, nothing but busting bags and overflowing trash cans but he just knows he needs to notice something.

And it's only through the aided vision of his helmet that he does.

A single kitten, a few weeks old, but clearly too young to have found it's way into the steep can itself, sits a shivering kitten balled up the best it can amongst the trash, tossed away.

First Jason's heart breaks, then he wants to know who did this and shoot the motherfucker. But instead he carefully lifts the little one, whispering reassurances so quietly he doesn't even know if you the helmet lets them through, relief coursing through him that she's still alive, still pretty alert, and quickly unzips part of the jacket to tuck the little creature inside.

Jason says a hasty goodnight to his family and lets them know he's heading home for the night.

The next day Jason send Bruce a text saying "We have our first child together!", while being truly elated that the kitten is doing well and spends the whole day between doting on her and worried to bits that she'd make it.

Luckily seconds later you sent Bruce a picture of Jason and the kitten before he had a heart attack or was too excited.

Dick: "You should name it something dangerous, for street cred."

Jason: "Princess Crowbar."

He either names his kitten after a book character or something just extremely eloquent, and absolutely babies her and carries her everywhere.

Jason Peter Todd, tank of a man, six foot fuckall and built like a brick wall on a nice walk downtown with you through the farmer's market, one hand clasping yours, the other holding your bags, and a small cat snuggly relaxing in a sling across his chest.

Boy has one of those super loving cats that adores him and will stand up for a hug whenever he walks in :')

He loves coming home to be greeted by those he loves, and loves him.

[thelostgirl21]

Alec Happy Cat Lightwood...

If you listen close enough, you can probably hear him purr...

At this point, if you told me that he used to be one of Magnus' cats in a past life, I'd be tempted to believe you!

Great! As I'm writing this, my brain literally has to come up with the utterly insane scenario of one of Magnus' cats falling in love with him (blame it on those gorgeous cat eyes and feline body language that they can read so well!) and deciding that, in their next life, they're coming back as something more compatible!

They just don't have a choice regarding what type of (half) human-blooded creature they'll return as in the Shadow World, and so they wind up being a male Shadowhunter with no memories of their past life.

That would be such a crack fic!

And would take Alec's pure instinctive delight when he saw Magnus' cat eyes for the first time to a whole other level if some part of him still connects with his previous life on a subconscious level, at least.

More seriously, though... I have so many questions...

Like...

What was the description of that scene in the script, or the direction they gave him on this scene?

Is rubbing his head on pillows post-lovemaking like that something that Alec typically does?

If so, what was Magnus' (inner) reaction first time he saw it happen?

If not... Has he gotten so used to Magnus' cat eyes that he's now instinctively compensating for the sudden missing feline aspect of their sexy times together?

Did Magnus ever come to the conclusion that Alec Lightwood is essentially the human Shadowhunter version of a cat?

I mean...

He's got a slender, strong body with long, agile limbs.

He's a deadly and silent predator that moves gracefully in the shadows, and seems perfectly at ease in his environment.

He will hang out alone on the roof, balcony, or just outside the window to sulk and/or process things...

... and get off that roof by jumping and landing on his feet (with the help of a rune, obviously).

He doesn't like to be touched, or even leisurely spend time with other people, except by, or with, a very select few people that he deeply trusts.

And obviously, only if he's in the right mood for it.

As a result, friends and family never exactly know what to expect when approaching him...

Is he going to hiss at them, turn around, and proudly leave while pretending they and their issues don't exist?

Silently stare at them while plotting his next murder?

Or spontaneously go in for a hug and cuddles?

He likes to pretend he's doing fine on his own and will get easily annoyed if he feels like you're constantly checking on him and smothering him with attention...

... but will be the first to freak out and go on a hunt to find you if you ignore him and his requests or go suddenly missing too long.

Yeah, apparently he could do just fine without you one moment, but won't be able to live without you the next! It's a struggle!

He'll just sniff the breakfast you brought him in bed, and touch and observe the food without eating it if he's unhappy you woke him up or interrupted something he'd rather be doing...

Basically, Magnus Bane himself is a great big cat that likes cats, understands cats, knows how to gain a cat's trust (no matter their efforts to pretend they're not interested in interacting with you... while nevertheless contradicting that statement by periodically coming to scratch at your door...), and Alec Lightwood is apparently a large Shadowhunter-shaped cat.

I mean, look at him! I'm thinking either Magnus isn't paying attention because he's totally used to it (which would answer one of my questions...); or he's not noticing because he's just stuck in his identity crisis and unable to focus on the present...

... including the big cuddly kitten next to him that, BTW, looks so upset later when Magnus suddenly gets up from the bed before he has a chance to reach out for him and get a few more cuddles out of him.

Which brings us back to square one!

I've really got so many questions about this...

[lavenderek]

I'm obsessed with your pouncer/pouncee theory. Do you think cats are able to come up with games like that?

of course!

i love observing social dynamics among cats for some reason, and i have noticed plenty of different mutual play behaviors that tend to follow similar routines among cohabitating cats. my ex roommates and i like to document the different ones.

there is the previously described Pounce, in which Cat A hides behind a door and Cat B casually enters the room pretending to be an unsuspecting waif who never would have imagined they could be pounced on. who would do such a thing? no, they are completely safe from pouncers - aaaah!!!

there's the Switch of the Century, where they complain about their respective locations until they can trade spots, ad infinitum.

there's Citadel, where A occupies a coveted spot, such as a cardboard box or a comfortable ottoman, and B attempts various invasions. they'll often alternate who is in the titular citadel. (sometimes this game fails when B gets bored and simply joins A in the citadel, which A might find frustrating.)

there's Wrestling, where they wrestle.

they also do a lot of parallel play.

they will also initiate play behavior with each other, like when dogs look at each other and spin around, or when they slap the floor with their tail in the air.

Cat B might make eye contact with Cat A and roll over, which is a solicitation for attention. they might approach and sniff each other to gauge mood, and then try to start a game to see where it goes. they also will stare at each other with mounting tension until play erupts suddenly.

if A is not interested, they might rebuff B by:

turning away ("nah")

grooming B ("no thank you, but we can scent each other for a while if you want to hang out")

swatting at B ("no! go away!")

i think it's important to note that swatting doesn't necessarily mean aggression. i think it's rude, but if their claws aren't out, that's all it is. think like, being short with someone you're angry with as opposed to insulting them.

i equate hissing and laid ears with cussing. some cats don't cotton to being cussed out. i've had both pottymouth cats and peaceful cats.

you can see cats communicate nonverbally a lot.

mine take turns at the communal resources like their food and water or their litter box - its typically understood to be first come first serve. when they get greenies, pear makes a big show of turning away from peach when she finishes, so that peach doesn't feel like her snack will be stolen. when they get canned food, it's understood that if pear loses interest in her food, peach is permitted to finish it for her. when they're on the patio and pear finds something choice to stare at, peach is allowed to come stare at it too, but she's on thin ice, bucko.

the only dispute they've been unable to solve is who gets to sit on the window sill and when. unfortunately it's a very narrow sill, so there isn't a ton of room for them to share it or trade spots on it.

here are two different times they sat on the sill together, and as you can see this is not ideal because only one can comfortably be in front of the open part at once. it's so narrow that pear can't turn her body around while she's on it. she has to get down off the thing to change what direction she's facing.

i have been wanting to get a floating shelf or a small bookshelf type thing to put there for them to sit on (NEVER those ones with the suction cups, no suction cup has ever worked for me ever in my life and i will not have something collapse under my cats) but i haven't been able to afford it.

not all cat behavior is mutually agreed upon, obviously.

if you have one cat waiting outside the litter box not to use it next, but to ambush the other, that's not cool. the ladies room is private time and you're very vulnerable there.

if they are actually hurting each other beyond the occasional oops (pear has a mole on her cheek and her ex roommate parsnip accidentally scratched it more than once), that's a problem.

if B is always forced to leave any spot when A comes in, that's a problem.

if A isn't "allowed" to pass through certain areas, that's a problem - especially if those areas are where the resources are.

i grew up in a multiple cat household and i've never not had a cat (excepting the gap between my longtime cat trixie's passing and my adoption of pear) so i've clocked a lot of hours of lovingly looking at cats.