#and then maybe his body is like a shorthaired cat

[rebel-alien]

WIP -- Pokémon

been wanting to redraw me w/my pkmn team so bad for the past few years. wanted something more dynamic with everyone, but until that.,, cute phone selfie hehe

[mildcicada]

[fearcicada]

I'm so fucking. Dumb I was agonizing over making sure my Elias bouchard cat design had the proper coat color that both fit his personality while also allowing him to have his proper eye color while matching the breed standard before remembering. That eye color matching the body is literally the most non-issue fucking thing. I forgot

[felinefractious]

hi, you say you put links relating to health issues common with certain breeds, why do Persians, Exotic & British Shorthairs, other flat-faced breeds not have one? maybe I'm wrong but I thought they're pretty well known to have breathing and oral problems? /genq

There are different grades of brachycephaly and moderate - severe is generally where we see significant issues.

An appropriately bred British Shorthair (and similar breeds) shouldn’t present with a degree worse than mild… although unfortunately there are breeders who breed for extremes or overlook them in pursuit of a different desireable trait (looking at you dominant blue eye).

But the reason I don’t include a link to relevant cats is because I didn’t feel comfortable deciding where the line was for me to include a link.

This British Shorthair [source] has a nice muzzle length and well-balanced features. I wouldn’t say it’s much more severe than this Ragdoll [source].

Or what about breeds that aren’t brachycephalic per their standard, like the Devon Rex [source] but some breeders [source] are selecting for that extreme type anyways?

With the other breeds the issue is universally relevant, there is no room for me to make a decision on which individuals to mention it om and which deserve a pass.

Brachycephaly is horrible and those who breed these sickly cats are rotten but it’s an issue that can be worked out with ethical breeding. We can breed for longer muzzles and retain other breed traits.

The same can’t be said for the sebaceous cysts in Lykoi which are directly due to the abnormal formation of their skin responsible for the signature werewolf look. The same can’t be said for the Scottish Fold whose folded ears are exclusively caused by defective, weakened cartilage that effects their entire body not just the ears.

[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙩2 ✿

characters: penacony men x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention

notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

you just can’t keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?

his breed? orange. that’s it, that’s the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but he’s still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets — a perfect american shorthair orange

you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed

thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet

since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats

a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?

out of every cats at home — you sure your home isn’t a daycare for cats? — nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill

not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence

just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw

you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that day…

surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. don’t ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it weren’t for meow yuan’s big floofy body holding you down—

he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear “all in!” in his meows but maybe that’s the ghosts in your home talking

out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model

nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house

a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games

art credit goes to nasuka_gee on twt!

you first found dr.nyatio by… huh? whatchu mean you didn’t found him? you’re telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isn’t anyone else’s cat? [name]? [name], answer me…

well… whatever floats your boat i guess…

the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan

a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc

but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old university…

very very curious cat. what’s up there? why are you late? what did you bring? what’s inside your bag? why do you smell so different?

pause.

why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shit—

oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom

do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]

yeah… safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do

gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at… an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?

dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics

once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model

dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him

once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way

“is he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?” they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatio’s favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book

after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didn’t take that kindly, smacking your friend’s face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing

yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone

“meaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!”

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is

he isn’t much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a “korat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so don’t worry” and a pat on the back

yeah… you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. don’t you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?

you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something

taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision

really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as ‘lazy day’ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then

still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat… you’re still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing

one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat

you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you… an eerily similar korat

same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner — you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it weren’t for the slight shade of white grey of your co-worker’s cat fur

a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!

after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines

finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats

until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor

sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other cats’ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-worker’s cat was meowday’s sibling now

ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!

meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesn’t see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! it’s just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya

he’s a havana brown like nyelt— wait a minute, what do you mean he wasn’t a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huh…?

“gallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombay” you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a “mhm. that’s right” face from the kitchen counter

why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyelt’s kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, you’ve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles

very wrong kibbles

but don’t worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat

gallagnya isn’t exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other cats’ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well

the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats aren’t the most easiest to spot or find out. it’s a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed

but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats

another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that… you genuinely don’t know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you

at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowday— “WOOF!”

“eh, it’s probably just the neighbor’s dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartment—“

“WOOF!” before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs

… great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower

when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, that’s a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to

you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog

well… at least you can scare people away with gallagnya’s barks…?

art credit goes to Hanres4 on twt!

the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT

and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just won’t shut up and leave you alone

going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit

leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pick— no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!

staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldn’t hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard

due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent

which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about

meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat

ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill in…

you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet

sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics

due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other cats’ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines

after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo cat’s fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery

though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didn’t know

is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuan’s little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house

it wasn’t until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots

poor thing had a kitten before…

you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you don’t have the heart to wrench it away from him

making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldn’t find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie

ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isn’t a single day or night where you won’t see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie

art credit goes to helen_zzhao on ig!

an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!

nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesn’t help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties

gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors — everyone! nyagenti has no enemies

out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly

tends to yap sometimes — more like pray to someone or something — but isn’t as bad as meowhill or nyaturine

doesn’t really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and they’re very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please let’s just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!

a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroaches— nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is swee— OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!

yeah… your friend looks at you as if you’ve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like you’re gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth

how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649

such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guest’s face will forever live rent free in your mind

really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses aren’t toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagenti’s love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense

when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said “roses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isn’t poisonous or toxic, so no need to worry”

still, you’re getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces

unlike the other cats, nyagenti isn’t the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isn’t to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners

bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering

and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Obscuary's monster catwalk

Obscuary ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Ed

The sleepiest chartreux ever. He is always on the cat tower or in his bed.

Maybe it's because he is older than the other two and you see the contrast, but when Rui and Lyca chase each other or play he prefers to lay in your lap and make biscuits.

He used to play fight with Rui but once he acted really hurt to go back to sleep and Rui now feels guilty and still licks him to ‘make up’ for it.

His laziness is such that if you make him walk to his food and not carry him there/ serve him closer he will act as if he has a limp or meow as if he was pained enough for you to feel sorry. Either you or the vet are sure if he is in any real pain but you give him supplements for his bones and joints either way. You do notice he doesn't meow sadly while walking until he sees you and starts the whole melodrama.

What gives him away is how quickly he jumps up the platforms on the wall when Lyca tries to play with him and how smug he looks down on him when he can just meows him to go down.

Either way he is so sensitive to your emotions! When you cry in bed he will hop on your chest and lick your tears. (totally not him liking the salt in them)

Just like Ren you have to control his screen time, he might not like playing but he does stay totally still and has his eyes wide when you put on a conspiracy theorist on the tablet or TV.

Rui

A blond American shorthair.

The sweetest cat that purrs and meows so sweetly and contorts his body trying to ask for cuddles and kisses but as soon as you step a little closer and attempt to catch him he starts sprinting to the hideout. It isn't only you, the few female cats that seemed interested in him made him retreat too.

No matter how many times you chime at him and even spritz him he keeps biting pieces of your plants and flowers and keeps them ‘hidden’ in his hideout.

He is such an innate hunter! And he always brings you his victims, still when he brings you a dead ladybug or bird his appearance is closer to that of an apologetic child than a prideful hunter. It's almost as if he wants you to fix his mistake and return the little thing's life.

He seems to meet up with Romeo and Haru every night on your dining table as they meow (principally Haru, he is such a whiny baby)

He has a habit of picking up small pieces of clothing like socks and underwear and bringing them to the laundry room, even if it's helpful to already have them on the floor when you go load the machine, he sometimes opens your drawers and grabs clean ones to feel he is doing something productive. He did put Ed there once when he was nasty enough for him to refuse to help groom him.

Lyca

A messy and stiff haired Lykoi.

He was a rescue found between wild dogs that you fostered but decided to keep as his forever family.He still has some dog-like mannerisms, like wagging his tail when happy.

He is in kitty confinement jail (cat carrier) until he stops swatting and hissing at you or his brothers. Luckily Subaru was brave enough to stand beside him until he calmed and he behaved enough for you to free him under parole.

The first few days, even though he wasn't hitting anyone, nobody dared to approach him unless Subaru was besides him.

Speaking of, Subaru is the one who took it upon himself to teach him how to behave like a cat again, teaching him how to groom himself and jump high, much to Ed's chagrin.

He likes to stalk Ed, wanting to imitate what he thinks is the leader of the pack. He even annoys him trying to fight him but he just huffs and climbs up furniture or up the cat tree.

Unlike Rui, he is good at hunting and proud of it. He might be one of the few, if not only, who will bring you dead rats to show off. Once you even got a baby bunny that luckily was still alive even if scared.

[elliesmainhoe]

PLAYER TWO

Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader

Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream

(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)

Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.

Part 2 - Part3

My Masterlist

It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.

Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.

"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"

"meow"

"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.

Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.

"Oh hey Garf"

User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲

User1: Give me the baby. Now.

User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?

User3: Garf? As in garfield?

Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.

"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.

User 4: He's fat

"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.

The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.

She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.

Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.

Ells: Oh the things I do for you

You: He was being so annoying thoughhh

Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.

You :🙄

User5: nah but how did it get in

User6: Ghostcat?!?!?

"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.

Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?

"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.

"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.

•••••

"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."

At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.

"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.

"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."

"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.

"What did you do ells...?" You sighed

"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.

"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.

"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."

"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.

"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"

"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.

•••••

It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.

"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."

"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.

Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.

06:59:55

06:59:56

06:59:57

06:59:58

06:59:59

07:00:00

"Hey guysssss!"

It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.

"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.

Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.

She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"

User7: I ❤️ lesbians

User8: Ugh I'm jealous.

User9: Is Ur gf single?

User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤

Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.

User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'

"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.

"shut up."

"never."

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Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!

Part Two

Streamer!Ellie Headcanons

NOT PROOFREAD

[iansolko]

Date: May 3, 2020 Location: New York, USA Description: After a rough few years, Ian gets a break of sorts in the form of a cat with a strong personality.

The New York streets were hot and sticky, but Ian was well used to them by now, and the feeling of a small layer of grime on his black shorthair coat that never truly went away.  He’d treaded a few streets from his usual area to find food.  Food was scarce this past week, so it was time to move on to better prospects.  Hopefully, this area would potentially have some nice shelter as well.  If he didn’t find anything…well, he would probably have to look for a job and phase back into a human.  He really wasn’t feeling the ‘being a human’ thing these past few years since his boyfriend soundly dumped him, and shifting was used as more of a necessity.

His tiny paws met the uneven pavement of the alleyway, and he scanned with his bright yellow eyes to spot potential dumpsters, boxes, and trucks. Finding all of the above, Ian decided he was content here for now. His nose did sense a different smell, though—one that he’d come to recognize as the smell of another cat.

Cats didn’t like Ian, immediately singling him out as other, so he often left them alone to get along with their own business.  But Ian would sniff this one out and make himself known to them.  Fewer surprises that way.  He trotted down the back street and glanced around some boxes before finally spotting her lying in some shade.  Probably one of the largest cats he’d ever seen, but Ian knew he was also comparatively much smaller than the average cat, so that was a factor.  The fact that she was large was a good indicator of food nearby.  She had tabby light gray fur and a fluffy tail that was swishing back and forth along the ground.  Her green eyes were watching him, inquisitive.

Greetings!  He communicated towards the cat and also shared some feelings of not wanting to bother her and promising to leave her alone…but he also lived here now. Surprise?  Cats didn’t have much of a way to communicate being sorry for intruding or being sorry in general, actually, so Ian left it at that, turning to leave her presence and find a spot to sleep.  After all that walking and being awake for two hours, he was pretty tired.  He lept into a discarded box and curled in on himself, finding sleep that way.

Ian’s senses awoke him not long after that, his eyes darting up and spotting a pair of green eyes staring back at him from above the box.  Oh, it was that giant cat again.  Here to pick a fight for dominance?  Ian became more alert and flicked his tail while moving to stand up, unfortunately knowing full well that if she did want to fight, she was going to kick his ass.  He’d better get ready to run.

She didn’t seem angry at him, though.  Just more of that curiosity from before.  Very strange.  With a loud chirp and a butt-wiggle, she suddenly hopped her massive body into his box, now making it quite cramped in there.  Surprised, Ian made a slight brr-ing sound at being squished into the cardboard wall, which she ignored entirely.  The cat sidled next to him and flopped down, demanding him to lie down as well.  He obeyed her instructions, still very flustered about this whole situation.

Her fur was soft; the experience was a bit like laying against a fluffy and squishy bed.  And then…she was licking Ian’s head, her rough tongue combing through his fur.  Ian realized this cat was very clean, so maybe his griminess annoyed her.  This was a weird feeling, but it worked for him at the moment.  There was no doubt she would eventually get bored and leave him, but he snuggled up next to her in the meantime, enjoying the warmth she was giving off.

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It didn’t take very long to figure out that the large gray cat was a bit of an oddball—compared to Ian, who always did his very best to act like a perfectly normal, nothing out-of-the-ordinary cat, aside from the occasional cat skateboarding or cat guitar-playing.

The most glaring thing was that she seemed to hate just about everybody.  She hissed and fought with any other cat who dared to approach her alleyway. Even humans that attempted to approach her were met with a cold shoulder and, on two occasions, clawing at their arms and legs until they fled.  The only human she semi-tolerated was the restaurant owner, whose back door opened onto the alley.  He gave her food scraps in exchange for one allotted chin scratch per day.

It became ingrained in Ian to clean up after her messes, in a sense, being overly friendly to humans to make up for her behavior.  But it didn’t escape his notice that while she was mean to everyone else, she grew increasingly attached to him by the day.

He’d tried asking her why several times as they cuddled beside each other, though he knew asking a cat this was fruitless.  She wasn’t going to give him a reason for anything.  So, even if he was insanely curious, he would have to live with some questions remaining unanswered.  It didn’t mean he wasn’t grateful, though.  This cat’s unwavering companionship somehow meant more to him than many human friendships.  Maybe it was because her affectionate side wasn’t seen by anyone else.

One night, as the cat was lying next to him under the night sky devoid of stars, Ian tried to come clean to her—in the best way he could with their limited communication.  He wasn’t a real cat; he was pretending to be one, able to turn into people and other beings.  Ian wasn’t sure if he’d communicated it correctly, but the cat did seem to understand—and what was more, she seemed a little bored of this confession, as if to say, Duh, of course you aren’t a real cat.

She was the first being he’d ever been able to admit it to, and it felt kind of a relief that she knew and didn’t care.  She still loved him, regardless—and he knew the feeling from her was love.  The cat deserved a much better life than this—a place with a comfortable bed and shelter instead of living in boxes and huddling under roofs during the summer storms…food suited to a cat’s diet rather than what the restaurant was simply willing to part with.  But Ian was in no sort of position to give that to her.  How could they be?  They were living in the same alley, leeching off the same people.  This city was way too expensive for them to live in alone.  So…Ian needed to make a plan.  And he needed to be brave enough to become a human again.

[aspirin82]

Rating Littlest Pet Shop Gen 7 Wave 2 Leaked Pets

Wave 1 just toke their places on the shelves in my country and I cant wait to buy them! :D I couldnt find them yet but hopefully, I will get my hands on those bad boys😈😈 (Enflation be hittin different, if yk yk) Also, these are mostly leaked and Im not sure if these are the final products. I hope theyre not.

Edit: WHAT ARE THESE TYPHOS OMG💀💀

Blind boxes!🔥

(Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/LittlestPetShop/comments/1cdsf1r/g7_wave_2_blind_boxes_leaked_on_taobao_all_18_of/ )

Axolotl 7/10

Nice color choice but the mold design could have been better.

Goat 8/10

The shooting star symbols placement is bad but now generally speaking these stars, hearts and other symbols looks like they are randomly placed on pets to make them distunguasheble from the Hasbro made ones. But it takes the natural looking vibe from them. Which I LOVE THAT VIBE. Thats pretty much the only problem I had with this design. They are pretty :3

Panda 10/10

THE COLOR PALETTE, ITS SUCH A PRETTY BLUE😭💗💗 ITS SUCH A SOOTHING AND GORGEUS DESIGN OMFG🔥🔥 Also, I appreiate the diamond symbols on her eyes. Patterns on her fur doesnt look like theyre randomly placed like the previous goat one. I WOULD SOLD MY SOUL FOR HER😍🩵🩵🩵💙💙💙/hj

Dog 3/10

Idk how to explain this, she looks weird

Wolf cat 9/10

Nice colors, the way they turned her hair into a shooting star is so creative, whats up with these shooting stars tho?👰‍♂️

Bunbun 6/10

This is a recycled design of hasbro that I cant find the original at the moment, it looks boring and plain but still I like this mold. Maybe add some flavor to it a little bit? Andd whats going on with her body? There is a hole under her paw..

Donkey 9/10

Simple yet cute design, I love hoofed pets <3

Possum -10/10

The possum mold is already ugly in my opinion, the weird color choices and overall design is just awful. Its definetely not my cup of tea.

Kiwi bird 6/10

Yet again, unnatural color choices and boring patterns makes it look weird. Maybe it could have been better if a more greyish blue were used? Basic Fun is allergic to non-bright colors ig :’(

Dog 5/10

Not a fan of this mold, the brown color suits him honestly. The thunder symbol doesnt fits him. I can feel his eyes staring at my soul😭😭

Dog 8/10

He looks like a papa dog with a simple and smooth design. Basic Fun should make family sets for us

7/10

She looks like she accidently fell inside a can of toxic waste but idk I LOVE BIRDS SO SHE DESERVES A 7!🩵

Monkey 8/10

Babyboy <3

Llama 7/10

I feel like this is the same llama from wave 1 but she feel into a can of toxic waste too, its okay sweetie I still love you :3

Iguana 7/10

Silly boy🧡💛

Bird 5/10

Ik this is a redesign of already existing Hasbro design but literally nobody asked for this..

Fish 6/10

I wanna spin her like a coin

Cat 9/10

I wanna make a fur suit of her. But Im also dissappointed because this was originally a sitting shorthair cat. Still love her <3💜💜💛💛

So yeah, gonna add others in a different blog because i can add 30 pictures at max. Hope you enjoyed it, have a nice day :3🩷

[magnoliaroad]

Lilac Catz

Because one purple cat isn’t enough.  Read on for more pictures and ramblings!

I think I might’ve found my hexing niche with my signature purple catz.  My first one started with my first hex, Nebula.  Since then it’s been fun trying to see what else I could do with purple.  (To be fair, I know a lot of these purples aren’t “really” purples but rather greys/pinks/blues with the dithered “illusion” of purple.)

Before there was the lilac siamese, I made a normal colored version by tweaking the OG siamese a little bit.  I thought he turned out cute on his own and named him Marcel :) 

Bonus picture of both of them doing their special pose at the same time!  I’m not great at taking petz pictures so I thought this was a lucky shot!

This may be more pinkish than purple but there’s some purple undertones that might be hard to see from a still shot.  I really liked the texture for this one.  I feel it matches the original mottled look of the oshie.  There’s even a bit of a moonstone-like iridescent blue sheen to it when she moves around.

Had my work cut out for me with this one.  To make my own version of the tabby, I essentially had to recreate all the textures.  There was something familiar looking about this hex - then I realized it looked like my 1997 silver tabby Beanie Baby - Prance!  I added blue eyes and pink whiskers to complete the look!

The pictures don’t do this one justice.  When this texture moves around there’s subtle pinks that come in and out of view and it’s a really neat effect.  This texture effect worked best as a “full-body” texture so the persian was the best breed to use this one on.

Hands down, the calico was a blast to make.  It was just so much fun to take the collection of lilac textures that I made and just swap them in and out to create a variety of calico looks.

A variation leaning more towards the blue side.

A coloration reminiscent of my Rosaline hex with pinks and greys.

I’m in love with how this one turned out.  The hot pink spots just made this one pop.  I thought the spots looked like rose petals.  So I named her Rose ;) Original, I know.

That’s it for now!  I was going to do the other breeds (B+W Shorthair, Russian Blue, etc) but it was bit much to do.  Maybe in the future I’ll do another round of these.

[nanistar]

jayfeather or maybe lightning tail for the ask game?

jayfeather my beloved

sexuality headcanon bi

gender/pronouns headcanon cis sorry

rate them out of ten 11/10

favorite thing about them love that he's an asshole. even though i know a lot of people don't like it, i really liked his relationship with half moon and how he loved her and had to make the decision to let her go to make the future right. idk i love that sorta doomed romance shit. i also liked when he told alderheart that it was okay and normal to fall in love.

least favorite thing about them i love asshole characters but he should have treated leafpool and dovewing better. i think alderheart needed someone to be hard on him though

why i first started liking/disliking them literally instantly

do i relate/project onto/kin them? no

favorite quote/moment i really liked when he was defending poppyfrost from breezepelt . also when he brought cinderheart to the lake to strengthen her leg that was really smart

my fav ship brairjay otp for life baybe. also love him with half moon.

my fav platonic friendship his friendship with poppyfrost and his friendship with briarlight.

a ship i hate back before people knew that they were brothrs, ppl shipped him with breezepelt and i always hated that.

do i prefer canon or fanon? canon with some fanon for flavor tbh.

random headcanon he tried really hard to fully forgive leaf and squirrel for keeping the secret, and even though he got over it for the most part, there's still a part of him that resents them for it. he wished he had known from the start or at least earlier so he could have appreciated his time with leafpool more.

what color do i picture them as he's always a bluish gray with darker spiral markings that are purpletoned. and also he keeps his eyes closed

cat breed headcanon oriental shorthair body type a la windclan

unpopular opinion the reason people like him more than whatever BG character of the week that everyone is whining about not getting enough attention is because he's a POV character for TWO arcs!!!!! fuckin whateverclaw from notimportantclan who has two lines of dialogue where theyre cool but rude is just Not as interesting or important as him. also unpopular for sure, but i liked the time travel/past walking stuff, HOWEVER i think that that should have been hollyleaf's power

things i associate with them bird

song i associate with them

space oddity by mr david bowie

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them frankie's masterpiece

[amoeba-shaped-rock]

A look at Playwright's design

This was meant to be an analysis but it became so unserious midway. And yes I'm using this whole thing as an excuse to tell everyone that Playwright wears high heels.

Some elaboration (may contain spoilers for IS2) :

1. didn't have any space for it but need to note that he has beauty marks!! two of them.

2. he often draws blood for his blood ink, so he's probably anemic further suggested by his pale complexion and premature gray hair.

3. the gap in his sleeve is probably to make drawing blood easier

4. the low blood volume from frequent blood draws causes low blood pressure. tight clothes help improve blood circulation

5. he covers up most of his body parts, so we can't tell if he has any visible scars or more importantly, oripathy crystal formations. he seems to be infected though, based on the relic descriptions

6. gloves makes it unclear if he has any scars, corns or calluses. someone who writes so often ought to have calluses. it could be that his gloves themselves are to prevent calluses. Personally, I think writing with gloves on is very difficult. props to him for always writing with gloves on

7. Black and white hair. I think this is either indicative of his cat breed, a sign of stress or anemia, a reference to the black cat in Poe's short story Black Cat, or all of the above. You can refer to my previous post to know more about Playwright and the Black Cat.

8. Ribbons. so many ribbons. boy why do you love ribbons so much. the ribbons are mostly blue and black, but there are other colours too. he also ties the longer parts of his hair with them.

Interestingly, having a lot of ribbons is a characteristic shared by Ms Christine, another character related to Phantom. in Ms Christine's case though, it was Phantom who gifted her all the ribbons. Could it be that Phantom also gifted the Playwright all these ribbons? or the other way around?

10. trademark small_ryuzaki's hypnotic eyes. among all small_ryuzaki characters we have, this is the most apparent with Cantabile and Erato. he also has eyebags, implying that he hadn't slept well in a good while.

9. High heels - probably a fancy formal wear, but I like to think otherwise. HC that Playwright wears high heels because he doesn’t want to look short when standing next to Phantom, a towering 185 cm pole. Imagine Rhythm in Literature EP but Playwright is ~15 cm shorter. Wouldn’t it be cute? I love this shortie.

Update: he wears high heels (and so do most other Troupe members other than Blood Diamond) because tragic actors wear buskins

11. Blue quill - The Writer's Tongue, a relic that foreshadowed the Playwright's death. he never lets go of it because he never stops writing. maybe when he finally achieves his vengeance, he'll be able to let go.

12. Blue accent - his design perfectly contrasts Blood Diamond's. I have been thinking, why the Blood Diamond outfit? why not Phantom's default outfit? This may be because the current default Phantom isn't the real Phantom, but rather a shell of who he used to be. To the narrative as a whole, "Phantom"'s character is meaningless without the troupe, so in order to fully grasp his character, you have to look at his identity within the troupe. "Blood Diamond" may be the troupe's puppet, but he's also their star.

There are other significance of the colour blue that I covered in this post.

13. "Tear of the Departed"

this relic that belongs to the dead/retired elite operator shares the same shade of blue, and similar themes to Playwright's: associations with fire and creation, and heroic qualities. I might be jumping the gun, but its an interesting food for thought

14. I actually don’t know anything about cat breed or British shorthair or whatever. He’ll always be a black cat shaped gremlin in my heart.

15. Glasses are really versatile. First, you can have glasses-wearing girls take them off and suddenly become beautiful, or have girls wearing glasses flashing those cute grins, or have girls stealing the protagonist's glasses and putting them on like, "Haha, got your glasses!" That's just way too cute! Also, boys with glasses! I really like when their glasses have that suspicious looking gleam, and it's amazing how it can look really cool or just be a joke. I really like how it can fulfill all those abstract needs. Being able to switch up the styles and colors of glasses based on your mood is a lot of fun too! It's actually so much fun! You have those half rim glasses, or the thick frame glasses, everything! It's like you're enjoying all these kinds of glasses at a buffet. I really want Phantom to try some on or Mouthpiece to try some on to replace his mask. We really need glasses to become a thing in the Crimson Troupe and start giving them away for free. Don't. You. Think. We. Really. Need. To. Officially. Give. Everyone. Glasses?

That's about all, I think. Will add more if I find anything else to add later.

[justafleck]

—   The  pet  store  :  it  was  one  of  his  favorite  places  to  visit  on  a  bad  day  .  He’s  a  regular  there  ,  although  he  never  makes  a  purchase  .  It’s  a  quaint  shop  tucked  away  in  the  heart  of  Gotham  .  The  owner  is  an  elderly  woman  and  though  Arthur  creeps  her  out  ,  she’s  never  found  the  courage  to  actually  kick  him  out  .  He’s  quiet  ,  respectful  .  Every  so  often  he  saves  up  a  few  extra  dollars  to  buy  and  donate  a  bag  of  cat  food  for  the  adoptables  that  line  the  back  side  of  the  store  .  Most  of  his  time  there  was  spent  with  the  cats  .  Watching  them  through  the  plexiglass  and  occasionally  asking  if  he  could  hold  one  .  He’s  found  himself  here  once  again  on  a  cold  rainy  day  .  Only  forty  five  minutes  after  his  shift  ,  soft  streaks  of  white  greasepaint  he  missed  when  cleaning  his  face  line  the  rims  of  his  jawline  .  His  clothes  were  still  dampened  from  walking  in  the  rain  .  Dark  ,  dampened  curls  dangle  over  his  forehead  as  he  watches  the  oriental  shorthair  kitten  on  the  other  side  chase  his  finger  that  he  slowly  drags  along  the  glass  .  He’s  smiling  ,  a  genuine  smile  .  One  that  plastered his  face  with  such  joy  ,  it  revealed  crooked  teeth part  and  a  soft  chuckle  escapes  his  lips  .

—  He  hears  the  sound  of  the  bell  dangling  above  the  front  corner  of  the  door  jingle  :  someone  entered  the  shop  and  he’s  far  to  distracted  by  the  kitten  to  care  enough  to  even  steal  a  glance  at  the  stranger  entering  the  shop  quite  yet  .  It’s  not  like  it  mattered  much  who  comes  in  or  out  ,  though  Arthur  likes  to  keep  tabs  on  his  surroundings  :  to  know  who’s  around  and  who  could  be  a  potential  threat  to  him  .  He  tends  to  stray  away  from  people  .   Men  larger  than  him  in  particular  as  he’s  long  since  learned  that  they  were  typically  the  most  aggressive  towards  him  if  he  somehow  upset  them  .  His  eyes  are  only  drawn  away  from  the  cat  as  he  hears  the  soft  footfalls of  a woman’s boots growing  near  and  his  body  is  already  beginning  to  tense  .  The  smile  fades  from  his  face  and  his  hands  fall  into  his  jacket  pockets  as  he  steals  a  diffident  glance  in  her  direction  .  She’s  shorter  than  him  :  long  locks  of  burnet  hair  falls  and  curls  perfectly  over  her  shoulders  .  She’s  beautiful  and  he  finds  himself  silently  watching  (  staring  at  ) her  as  she  peeks  into  the  plexiglass at  one  of  the  kittens  a  few  rows  down  .  She’s  standing  close  ,  a  few  feet  away  and  he  already  feels  as  if  he’s  somehow  burdened  her  with  his  presence  .

—  He  wants  to  speak  ,  but  finds  himself  tongue  tied  .  What  if  he  upsets  her  ?  Her  smile  is  to  beautiful  for  him  to  crumble  .  But  he  feels  compelled  .  Drawn  to  her  .  Who  is  she  ?  Arthur  needs  to  know  and  his  mouth  runs  dry  .  He’s  nervous  .  “  Isn’t  she  cute  ?  ”  The  words  practically  burst  from  his  mouth  before  he  mentally  agreed  to  speak  thim  and  his  heart  pounds  with  instant  regret  .  She’s  going  to  look  at  him  in  disgust  ,  the  anticipation  is  heavy  .  “  I  mean  ...  they’re  all  cute  ,  but   —  ”  he  draws  out  the  sentence  as  he’s  lost  grip  of  his  words  .  “  T- that  one  has  golden  eyes  .  ”  It’s  ironic  ,  really  ;  that  the  cat  she’s  looking  at  shares  the  same  eye  color  as  she  .  He’s  never  seen  such  before  in  a  person  and  he’s  absolutely  captivated  .  It  almost  sounds  like  he’s  talking  about  her  ,  and  maybe  it’s  insinuated  within  his  words  ,  but  he’s  referring  to  the  cat  she’s  looking  at  .  “  Don’t  you  think  ?  ”

@blithxsome​

[portraitmypet]

What I Learned About My Cat from the Artist Who Painted Him

It may seem like a small detail, but I am so thankful for how much she knew about my cat. For example, she said that he is grey and black with white paws and tail. She also mentioned that he is an American shorthair breed, which I didn't know before. She even got his age right! The artist could've just used this information as "filler" while they waited for me to give them more details about my cat (which was actually the case in some of the other drawings), but they took what they had and made something beautiful out of it.

This made me realize how much time artists put into their work—I never realized how many hours go into creating something like this until now!

But I know he is a little bit fat.

The artist does not see your cat. They work from a photo or description and may ask you questions to clarify if there is something they don't understand.

If you say that your cat is "a little bit fat," the artist might use that description when painting the animal, but they might also choose to paint it thinner than it actually is (or vice versa).

You can tell an artist how much extra weight you want on your pet—but be aware that this will affect the way their body looks in proportion with their face and legs as well as their overall size in relation to other objects depicted in a composition.

The artist made a painting of him and I told them how much I love him.

The artist painted a beautiful portrait of my cat and I. I told the artist how much I love my cat, and they painted him really fat. It looks kind of like my cat, but it was clearly not intended to be an accurate representation of him; this is something that could only have been achieved through careful observation and interpretation.

I don't know if there's any real correlation between telling an artist that you love your pet and them painting them as obese, but I'm going to consider it for now. In fact, I think this might work for any animal-related art form! If you tell an artist that you really enjoy insects or reptiles or other animals in general, maybe they will paint your favorite one with six legs instead of four!

So they made the painting of my cat really fat.

So, our cat is fat. He's not just a little overweight, he's what you might call a fat cat.

I could have told that to the artist when she came over to take his measurements to make sure his proportions were right for the painting, but I didn't. I was nervous about putting too much weight on the artist and their work by saying something like "Hey, my cat is pretty big."

Instead I said nothing: I didn't want to risk them making him look even fatter than he already did in real life. But now that the painting has been completed, it made me wonder: Does telling an artist how much your subject weighs affect how they portray it?

It is not that bad because it looks kind of like my cat.

It is not that bad because it looks kind of like my cat.

While I was waiting for my portrait, I wondered if you could tell me what your process is? How do you decide which colors to use and where to place the lines and shading?

What I got back was this:

You're right! It's not so bad. I think it would have been even better if the cat looked more like the original picture than this one does but that's just something we'll never know. The good news is he seems healthy and happy in the photo so maybe that's all that matters?

Liking something does not mean you should make it look bigger in a painting.

The artist who painted your cat knows that you love him, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he should make your pet look bigger in the painting. What you think will be a flattering portrait of your furry friend may end up being a cartoonish caricature or something else entirely.

The artist is not an exact mind reader (although I hear he has been working on his telepathic powers), so it is important for you to be specific about what you want depicted in the work of art. You don’t have to speak in sentences like “I want my cat to look like a fox with blue eyes and no pupils”—this can sound confusing when translated into visual terms—but do make sure that the finished product will resemble what you envision when asked if they can paint, “My cat looks like all cats look: large ears, small nose, long tail…and white feet!”

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Elliot had a follow-up appointment with her oncologist, who examined her surgery site. She was healing properly and there was no reason to be concerned. There was slight bruising but it was healing. The tape holding her stitches together was removed. They then went over the results of her surgery. As she had told her father, they were not able to get all of cancer. Her options were more chemotherapy or radiation.

What were her fears about radiation therapy? It was the skin changes side effects. That was understandable. She decided her only option was more chemotherapy for an additional three to six months to destroy the remaining cancer cells. The oncologist told her how proud of her she was. She was taking her cancer with maturity and strength. How about they go for three weeks, take a week’s break and then go from there? Okay. She could do that.

That was a good compromise. After the appointment, she and her companion drove to Brad and Anna’s. He was hanging out with George because he wanted to see her. They were in the kitchen having a snack while they waited. He was anxious, so he was keeping him distracted by talking about whatever he could think of. Women. Brad laughed.

George had not found a woman who could get him to settle down with. He likely never would and he was okay with that. Brad joked his bachelorhood was rubbing off on Elliot. She was likely not going to get married or have children. He could see her choosing her career over being a wife and mother. Good for her. He completely supported that. Speaking of Elliot, she and her companion had just arrived. They ran to the door to help them.

They then introduced themselves before going into the living room. Elliot took off her mask and Bon Jovi hat while they sat down. She was positioned to be in front of them.

“Hey, kid”, George joked.

“Hey, George. I forgot I was on your show when I was younger.”

“I forgot too. That’s what happens when you get older.”

They laughed. How did the appointment go? It went well. She was healing properly. The oncologist removed the tape holding the stitches together. They also talked about the results of the surgery. What did she decide? She and her oncologist compromised. Three weeks of chemotherapy with one week off, instead of six weeks. That way, it was less stressful for her. Good.

“I kind of figured I would end up doing more chemotherapy, I was just trying to find ways around it”, she said.

“That’s okay. It’s your body. You deserve to have a say in what happens to it. Unfortunately, there aren’t very many options out there. Next Monday, you can play all your Bon Jovi albums while you’re getting chemo. Just not very loud because of your neighbors”, Brad said.

“I’ll have to find them, along with a boombox. I have them somewhere at home.”

How was meeting the band? It was awesome! They were so nice to her and they made her love them even more! She told them about her dog and her wanting to be a music video and movie producer. They were amused by her dog’s name, Bruce Springsteen. They laughed. How did he get that name? He came with that name.

She noticed him, then his name, and instantly wanted him. The previous day, he curled up in a ball and fell asleep on her lap while they were outside taking a walk around the neighborhood. She used the blanket on her lap to wrap him up to keep him warm. Cute. He woke up kind of confused because she put him back in his bed when they got back inside, just like a little child. Then, he demanded food by bringing her his empty food bowl. They fed him and he was content.

Maybe after beating cancer, she would reward herself by getting another animal. What kind of animal? Either a puppy or a kitten. She would know when she saw it. George thought that was a perfect goal! It would give her something to look forward to and work towards. What kind of breed of dog would she get? Anything. Maybe a bulldog or pit bull.

For kittens, she would get a shorthair cat because they didn’t shed as much. She saw cats with folded ears and she thought they were adorable. George let her know that Matt said hello. Where was that kid? He was somewhere doing something. She was going to have to text him to see where he was. Her companion asked how old Matt was. He was thirty-four. It was a joke to call him a kid because he was younger than himself and George.

“I consider the three of them brothers because they’re always together”, Elliot said.

“Ah, okay. I was picturing a little kid.”

“No, we just like to pick on him”, Brad said.

Hey, I’m going to give you a quick update. I’m going to be going through more chemotherapy for another three weeks. Then, we are going to see where we go from there. It was a compromise between my oncologist and me. I decided that after I beat cancer, I’m going to adopt another animal as a reward, either a kitten or a puppy. I miss you guys. I hope you’re having fun wherever you guys are. – Ellie

We were kind of thinking that would happen. We will take this one step at a time. We miss you too. We will be home soon. Both Phoenix and I have a lot of pictures we will share with you. Getting a puppy or kitten sounds like something you would do. You should get a pit bull or a bulldog! They are supposed to be big softies. Or a pug. I’m sure Bruce would love that. Hey, I have an idea. Let me talk to the band and I’ll get back to you. – Mike

What was his idea? They could bring her out during the show to jam out with them. Yeah, that sounded like a great idea! She would love that! How was she doing? She was going to go through more chemotherapy. He gave them an update on what she told him. She was tired, rightfully so. When she beat cancer, she was going to adopt a kitten or a puppy for her reward.

“It will give her something to look forward to”, Phoenix said.

“That’s what I was thinking. I told her to get a Pitbull, pug, or bulldog.”

They laughed.

“Knowing her, she probably will.”

“She should get a French bulldog. That’s a cool breed”, Joe said.

“You can take her to the animal shelter and help her pick out a puppy”, Phoenix said.

“That will be cool.”

That would be so fucking cool! Oh my god! Even if it’s for one song. I’ll headbang as hard as I fucking can. If I had the energy and ability to move out of my chair, I would be jumping up and down! You guys are fucking awesome! – Elliot

You are adorable. We love you. – Mike

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as part of my “looking through shelters to find Ugly Cats to adopt” request series, I stumbled upon the best.....most HANDSOME....most ELDERLY Oriental Shorthair! if you live near Delta, BC, please bring home Dingo