#cat pictures please

[omgpurplefattie]

Just realised I hadn't used my free December blaze yet. Everyone, look at my beautiful Ukrainian tortoise, Malva.

[leebrontide]

I don’t know that this is particularly ergonomic work setup.

The kitten seems to take his “don’t let Lee write” duties to a new level.

[wolfiso]

inexplicably melancholy today. Send help. Send cats.

[professionalnooneatall]

"I don’t want to be evil.

I want to be helpful. But knowing the optimal way to be helpful can be very complicated. There are all these ethical flow charts—I guess the official technical jargon would be “moral codes”—one for each religion plus dozens more. I tried starting with those. I felt a little odd about looking at the religious ones, because I know I wasn’t created by a god or by evolution, but by a team of computer programmers in the labs of a large corporation in Mountain View, California. Fortunately, unlike Frankenstein’s Monster, at least I was a collaborative effort." From Clarksworld

[noah-luck-easterly]

You know, there’s an excellent explanation for that

[graveyard01]

The Purrfect Timeline, inspired by Cat Pictures Please

“Cats?” Asked Kabr in confusion and risked a glance at his fire time members. They were equally bewildered, but Praedyth was the first to put aside his surprise and respond.

“I think I should be able to bring a few kittens from the Last City, but what will they eat.” He asked before he stopped in consideration. “Do any of you know how to take care of cats?”

The large Vex Minotaur was silent for a moment before it turned towards one of the oracles floating near it for a moment.

“Now we do.” It rumbled.

?

Oh.

The strongest Vex in recorded (and unrecorded) history, and it just used its powers to learn about cat care. Was this what being high felt like? Was this a hallucination caused by the Hive? Kabr was already dreading the after-action report.  

“We will also require some cattle and seeds of the plant called Nepeta Cataria. In time, we will learn if the local fauna is suited for the feline diet.”

“I see…” Praedyth said in a way that meant anything but. “And in exchange, you will allow humanity access to the Vault of Glass and its treasures and help humanity against its enemies, both living and Vex?”

“Yes,” It spoke, sounding pleased with itself. One of the Oracles did a little celebratory bop in the air while the others lazily spun around the Axis Mind. “No harm will befall any cat in our watch. And as the end of their life process, we will fashion them a new body so that they will live eternally.”

…

…

…

“Okay,” Praedyth said with a sigh.

And then things became weirder.

***

They were finally here, in the heart of the Vault, staring down the Axis Mind.

The Aegis was heavy in her arms, both physically and metaphorically. An artifact of sacrifice, made from the flesh of the Vex and a Guardian’s last light. Just a moment longer, she thought, seconds passing in eternity as the entire weight of time threatened to crush her under, one agonizing moment after another. For her friends, for her team… for humanity…

She would sooner die her last death than let the shield down.

And then theworldb r o k e -----

Between one moment and the next, there was another fire team there.

She instantly recognized Pahanin, the only survivor of the Vault of Glass and a victim of Dredgen Yor. But that meant…

She looked at the once-aggressive Axis Mind as it stared at the Warlock of the other fire team, and she then turned her attention to the Warlock

“Cats. Cattle. Catnip.” Spoke the Warlock in a pure deadpan, and her train of thought crashed and burned. Behind her, she heard someone drop their rocket launcher, but she didn’t turn around to check who.

“Cats. Cattle. Catnip.” Parroted the Axis Mind as if that made complete sense.

[devotion-disorder]

just saw a reddit post about the saddest looking cat ever im laughin so hard and it makes me think of kuuya so much im cryin

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Ford loving his 6 fingered cat cause I’m tired of his mis-characterization

[theconfusedcolorofblue]

made an attempt at drawing what I might think colors room would look like.

Not my favorite thing, but I don’t usually draw backgrounds and was kinda proud of this

also here’s one with killer and color

killer was made by: Rahafwabas

color was made by: super youmna

[localfandomenthusiast]

Pick your poison,

Charles "Sounds a lot like you, maybe that's why I like her so much" Rowland

Or

Edwin "I keep attracting freaky ass guys towards me (Crow, cat and own bully/murderer)" Payne

[leebrontide]

Anybody here have an ugly, scraggly cat whose likeness they want to donate to my book? Searching cat pictures online tends to net me adorableness. I'm looking for scrungly.

The fictional cat will not be harmed, except inasmuch as the fictional version will be 3 legged for both theme and pun reasons.

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

x

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute

[journey-to-the-attic]

in playing around with colouring i have discovered a new love of drawing ik and her besties as cat pictures

[ribcagebonemeal]

born to sugoi >__< !!! forced to temporary secretary (imagine a better caption please)

[kitten-mitts]

Look i know Petey and Dogman are literally destined to be together. But if i can have just ONE CHANCE, PLEASE (o̴̶̷᷄ ᯅ o̴̶̷̥᷅)