#cat tales

[writingwitch92]

A few facts:

1. my kids cat is securely attached to my kid. She loves my partner and i but my kid is HER PERSON.

2. I work nights to avoid daycare costs.

3. I pick up my kid from school right after waking up.

4. Did you know that cats are VERY routine oriented little fuckers?

All of this adds up to this adorable unassuming kitten, who isn't even a year old yet mind you, turning into the fiercest herding dog youve ever seen. She could put all the dogs to shame.

the MINUTE my alarms go off this cat is IN MY FACE. then as im getting around she will meow LOUDLY if not outright scream if im not moving fast enough. Because to her mind, the faster i get out that door the faster her human returns.

The creature in question, very content after a successful mission:

[weepingfoxfury]

Monday, Monday, Monday ...

Another day where someone forgot to wake the weather Gods. Out there, amidst the grey, I'm convinced there are bewildered sunbeams. So, whilst they snore on, I shall conjure a blue sky, redirect the sunshine and give the finger to those slumbering oversized supposedly omnipotent beings that have fallen down on the job.

Spent some time with Mr B in the lounge ... he with his usual 'I'll stick my bum in your face' attitude (I'm never ready for that particular close up) ... and me with my distracted smooshing of him whilst gazing around.

I've no idea who the people are in the pictures. I collect them from car boot sales and charity shops. Snippets of other unknown existences. A lot of the time they come from house clearances where the owner died and the relatives have no interest in such things. I like to sit and ponder who they might have been, give them an imagined history. Amuse myself with the idea that they come to life at night and have fun chatting to one another.

Hmmmm ... if that were true ... I wonder what Mr B makes of them ......... I guess I'll never know ...

[cantsayidont]

Mostly convivial noises from an assortment of beasts.

[a-pale-azure-moon]

I was watching this really cool video timelapse of a chickadee nest the other night and Luna got super into it. 😂

It was so funny how intensely she watched the screen. She seemed to understand that she couldn't actually get at them, as she didn't chatter or try to climb on the TV. Instead she planted herself right there and kept craning her neck and turning her head as she watched the birds.

[kittymeiga]

i think you would appreciate this. i was talking to my sister and I told her that I was finally able to wash my bedding and she was like, "what was stopping you?" and then we both went "the cats".

at any given moment there is a cat on my bed. i caught a moment when there were no cats on the bed.

It is THE LAW™

You cannot disturb a sleeping angel just for mundane chores.

[rj-drive-in]

A Cat May Look At A Horse Department:

A simple tale of love and heartbreak.

ABIGAIL’S CAT © 2023 by Rick Hutchins

Because I am old, you think I’ve lost my mind; but I remember when there was magic in the world.

In my prime, I worked at the smitty in the township and attempted to court the lovely Abigail. With long red locks and green eyes, her fair skin peppered with sweet brown freckles, she was a vision of loveliness. But she entertained no gentlemen callers. Since the consumption took her parents, she lived alone on her tiny farmstead.

Alone with her calico cat, whom she loved very much.

On one hot and dry summer day, Farmer Braddock stopped by the smitty and mentioned that Abigail’s cat had moved into his stable with his horses and would not leave. He had sent for Abigail.

Hoping to endear myself to her with my assistance, I hurried over the hill to the Braddock Farmstead; I stopped at the East window of the stable when I heard voices.

“Please come home,” I heard Abigail say.

“I can’t,” replied a masculine voice. “I am becoming a horse.”

I peered inside the window. The cool, dark stable was empty of horses, which were all in the field. But Abigail was there, facing a stall where her cat stood in the dust and strewn hay. The cat stood proudly, his muscles bunched, straining to be taller and larger.

“But you are a cat,” said Abigail.

“It was a mistake that I was born a cat,” said the animal. “In my heart, I am a horse. I must become what I truly am.”

Abigail turned away in tears and departed through the stable doors.

“Don’t cry!” called out the cat. “When my transformation is complete, I will sweep you upon my back and we will ride like the wind!”

For the next month, I courted Abigail with songs and gifts to ease her sorrow, but she would be neither wooed nor comforted.

Then, on the dusk of a late summer day, as I walked through the hills outside the township, I heard a sound above me. There on the blue ridge stood the figure of a mighty calico horse, on his back the form of a pale nude rider with long, flowing hair that flamed like the sunset. The horse reared up on his hind legs with a sound like throaty laughter and they were gone on the cool night breeze.

Abigail was never seen again.

Yes, I still remember when there was magic in the world; but she took it with her when she left.

[katelutter]

When Theo arrives at an American Cemetery near Anzio in Italy, will the rascally hero do the right thing? Hot Blogging with Chuck Katelutter.blogspot.com

[jupiterstupiter]

Cattails oc cattails oc

[dreamingmappist]

Heater gets turned on. My cat stands by her rug™️.

Me: You expect me to read your mind?

Her: silent and staring

Me: puts the rug under the bench closer to the heat vent

Her: snuggles in her spot™️.

Me: You’re lucky I’m psychic. pets her warm fur

[izzythehutt]

Are you a fan of Cat-Tales by Chris Dee? Any thoughts on it?

This question is so random, but as it happens, once upon a time I was a huge fan. In college mostly, which was when I was really into Batman and Superman.

I think my biggest critique was how many side characters there were and the biases of Chris herself against certain things in the continuity (Damian’s existence, eg.—probably just Talia in general.) I liked Selina having friendships with certain members of the Rogues, I enjoyed the storyline where Riddler figured out Bruce was Batman and that caused him an existential crisis.

I haven’t read it in years—did Bruce and Selina ever freaking get married?

[cafulur]

y’all….. trying to not shit my pants but i think ive finally made my first genuine friend in like four years,,,,

i’ve made several pals in the last four but none of them ive been able to fully connect w on a deeper level and im bout to hang w this bitch on Tuesday and y’all… I fear it’s about to go DOWN

the vibes are off ze charts

stay tuned

[fairydropart]

Catkins!

[weepingfoxfury]

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ...

I know, I know, what on earth happened to Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday? ... (shrugs shoulders) ... somehow it got sucked in one side of the calendar and blown out the other and moved so fast it's difficult to say what really happened.

But don't worry ... (taps side of nose amd smiles knowingly) ... I've got my top 'man' on the job. Just as soon as Mr B has finished licking the pattern off his bowl, he'll get right on it. He says it's all to do with the fish ... the fish is fully responsible ... and a full belly, fine little nap and a bit of ferreting in all his nooks and crannies will most assuredly set him up for questioning the fish.

In other news ... it's Thursday ... all day ... and currently there's sunshine and the shepherds are enacting their highly unique and hydrophobic version of Gene Kelly's 'Singing in the Rain.' After all, it'll actually be raining later.

And now for a hint of porridge from our sponsor ...

[elleskinner-justart]

Microcomic Summer 2024: The Search for Cindermeowla

Happy Microcomic Summer day!

This year's comic is the Search for Cindermeowla, aka the tale of a prince who isn't very bright.

I had a completely different concept scripted, and then the image of Cindermeowla running down the stairs muscled its way into my brain and demanded context. Inspiration can be fickle that way!

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[a-pale-azure-moon]

Happy birthday to my lovely Luna. She's now fifteen (!) years young and still going strong. I'm so grateful for all the years we've had together and I hope there's still some more to come.

[idksan]

I was sitting in a chair, drinking coffee and typing on my phone. She comes into our house, does the mandatory circuit run and finds me tucked away in a new corner. You can see her search for a space right next to me to climb onto and i made some, moved my things away and created enough of a gap for her to sit in. And she immediately got in there. (SOBS LOUDLY)

Mom says while i was in the loo, she went to the kitchen, to dad’s room, searched in the hall before realising i might be in the loo and settling right outside the door there. She searched for me.

Why is being searched for, being loved by an animal so special? I could cry. I love her so much.