#cat tales

[cantsayidont]

Mostly convivial noises from an assortment of beasts.

[weepingfoxfury]

Friday, Friday, Friday ...

Took a look at Rosalind today. Her head became detached from her body quite some time ago. I'm not skilled enough to reattach it, her body being made of straw. I like to imagine her leaving the cabinet carrying her noggin with her.

I'm bleary eyed and definitely sans a bushy tail. Big yawns are the order of the day and the Hairy Horde are falling into line with this. A solitary fly is droning through the lounge as I sit here with Mr B ... I wonder which of our open mouths might just swallow it. ;-)

Yet again survived the shiny metropolis yesterday, although the one and only marble in my slightly thumping head would beg to differ. Me and Biggest Dog were hugely tempted to 'disco' round one particular car that we were parked next to ... their music so loud that the frame of their car was vibrating.

Put me in mind of a comedian who had a similar experience. He eventually got out of his car and tapped on the window of the other car. When the window was rolled down he shouted "Sorry to ask, but can you hear my radio?" ... the disco car person looked puzzled and said "No" ... "Well" said the comedian "neither can I!"

Yesterday was also Biggest Dog's first experience of a car wash. Always go where there's actual people to do it and not a machine. A lovely Romanian family run this particular one ... I always take biscuits for them. Biggest Dog held up really well and got lots of smiles.

Ach well ... time dictates I shift my butt and get on with all manner of this, that and the other ... breakfast ahoy! ...

[cat-alyzing]

The Sisters

The sisters are the split of group of the first known group of wild cats at the lake called the Archaic Lake Cats. After being given a sign of a horrible wildfire that would destroy their summer site the cats leader Half Moon let the cats decide where they would be moving, to the mountains or far away into unknown land. When counted there was a tie and it was decided that they’d split apart, the cats heading to the mountains becoming the Tribe of Rushing Water and the ones going farther becoming the Sisters.

The Sisters run a matriarchal, crepuscular, and wandering group. They wake up in the early dawn and start traveling, or hunting if their settled, stopping midday to sleep and then doing more at dusk before sleeping in and out during the night. They have a democratic system where the cats choose the next pathfinder or on vote on any decision often with a special stone or object given to them when their fully grown.

Traits include long thin fur, larger bodies, big maws, flecked pelts and strange eye colors, wide thick paw pads for traveling. They have two specific bloodlines from the first Sister’s Stone and Sun. Stone’s descendants have thick gray fur and purple eyes with a white spot on their face and back while Sun’s descendants have warm coats with wavy fur, a darker spot on their chest, and banded stripes.

First Pathfinder was Stone (prev. Smooth Stone) and the Current Pathfinder is Moonlight one of her descendants

The Sister’s Ceremonies

The Shift Ceremony is done under the full moon a year and a half after a kitten is consider a adolescent. At this ceremony the cat is tested on their connection to their afterlife in various ways.

Calling is when a cat calls upon to create a connection to a spirit but not necessarily summon them rather to create a voice to talk to the cat. This is the easiest skill for a Sister to learn but only available to them as no one else can hear the whisperer. A cat practices this by opening up their vessel for a spirit to attach to but not enough to attempt a full summoning often learners figure this out by doing it again and again on their own since it is so particular to the cat themselves.

Pulling is a more specific and done after something has gone may it be a plant or creature to pull a last memory or sliver from the dead. Mostly used to bring back special herbs that have died away. This is done by tracking the site of where the thing passed and fueling it through the cat themselves, this can cause exhaustion if used on larger or long dead things. Practiced by rooting up the dirt under a dead flower and fueling it, once revived the cat has passed the test.

Summoning is easy once mastered but hard to figure out as it pulls the full ghostly form of a spirit and makes them visible to anything watching. It requires to call out and open up the cats spirit themselves for a ghost to latch onto as a anchor, and then the cat will pull them to the living plane. This is easy to hold and maintain but hard to figure out and a little dangerous to do if a spirit is particularly hostile, powerful, or wanting to steal the living cats spirit themselves. Most often done in cases of needing to speak to a lost one, wanting guidance, or advice though a spirit cannot just tell a cat all the truth just what they can process. (So if a cat was found dead a Sister couldn’t just summon the spirit and be told what killed them. The spirit would only be able to speak in already known truths, recall shared memories, or hopes instead of facts)

Singing is a very commonly done practice by the Sisters. They sing to build bonds, pass time, share stories, raise hope, and even to heal. To better connect to those not on the living plane they have sing. The stronger the voices and the more there are the stronger their connection will be.

New life celebrations are held after a cat announces new life and throughout the settling moon. After a cat says their expecting they are flowered with special items like pregnancy related herbs, flowers, stones, and prey to the cat and they are immediately nestled into the center of the sleeping pile. As they find a suitable place to settle the Sisters will create the safety den for them which is very protective most often in bramble bushes, caves, strong burrows, or under thorn bushes. The sisters will stay at this den until the kittens are able to properly travel with them most often around 3-4 moons. If a cat decides to stay with their kittens they are given a goodbye ceremony just like any cat would.

Goodbye gifting is the ceremony done when a cat chooses to travel away. The cats closest to the traveler will give them a special gift that they’ll take with them on their journeys as a connection back to their birth group. The night usually consists of group singing, getting the cat ready for travel, and hunting so they have some prey to set off with. Just before they leave they are touched by the pathfinder and looked upon as a official wayfarer wandering the land for whatever they want, or just to explore.

Life in the Sister’s

The Sisters are a very close group and see each other as all being connecting may that be by blood, friendship, spirituality or love. They often sleep in open areas so they have a habit of sleeping all together in a big pile of cats with certain cats on the inside circle like those expecting, injured, shorter furred, or the pathfinder.

Gender in the Sisters is very self respected. While the pathfinder is matriarchal it depends on the cat themselves, i they see themselves as being able to be the pathfinder by the groups standards then they are. They do not differentiate by the gender of a cat and the only difference being that one cat can carry kits and the other sires them. Nothing more then that. Stone herself was a trans molly and the tradition of looking past many built up ideas is close to their culture. Sexuality isn’t really a idea to the cats since it’s just what a cats like, similar to how one cat prefers birds to mice or fish to bugs.

Their also avid storyteller singing great tales they’ve picked up and grown over time. Their main ones are of the four gods that control aspects of life like life, death, peace chaos. A changed version is seen in the Tribe in their own culture. They also have a story about the “stuck sister” which has ties back to the ancient Fallen Leaves.

The story of the Stuck Sister is a old tale stemming from the loss of Stone and Shadow’s only child at the time Fallen Leaves during is coming of age ceremony. It is sung in parts, the initial loss and the restless grief most often by the lead singer being the loudest and the rest humming along.

(Think the kind of tempo in “Enchanters - Dragon Age: Inquisition”)

“Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves with your fur of red and white. How much you’ve grown and still so small always in a fright. You went inside where there was no light. Lost forever from my sight. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves how you’ve stuck to my mind. I sing to you in hopes to see you in the stars once more. Oh Fallen Leaves oh Fallen Leaves where could you be? I should’ve known when the air got cold a thief would steal my shine. My little light oh my little light so bright with heart and mind. Trapped in the stone, no way home. As I grow old and you stay cold I hope to see you then. While I am gone, your song lives on, forever should they know. My Fallen Leaves my Fallen Leaves with a pelt of red and white.”

The tale of trickster refers to the autumnal god known for his many seeds of chaos sprouted across history. A warning tale about the signs if he is near. Said over and over to ward away the beast in its story this tale is most often spoke around prey during autumn.

Autumn Glee forever be a trick of the eye. For fear the changing shadows and darkness soon to blight. He is of chaos and pain always feasting for more. Do not feed the restless Sol or you may be his final feast. Always hungry ready to leap. Stay away from the dying leaves. He will rot your belly and steal your soul. Take your body for a stroll. Then when you get free, he will finally finish the feast. Do not fall for the leaves. Or you will be his next treat.

The Spirituality of The Sister’s

The Sister’s are polytheistic worshipping the gods of each seasons who control the different aspects of life though they don’t heavily worship them. More so showing their belief in tales or comments. They do believe in the planes of existence though. The idea of the living being on one plane, the ghosts, and the passed over. Spirits who are ghosts can be easily called upon and are still trapped on the living plane either by choice or not. The passed over cats are the spirits who have moved on and gone back into the world their energy giving life to new creatures like birds, kittens, mice whatever. They have a code of giving what they take and helping those in need, very often healing those who need it or providing protections.

Their specific connection to the dead is stronger because of their consistent belief in the practice and learning over generations how to best use their powers.

[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

[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.

[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?

[cloudselkie]

The cat tree has borne fruit.

[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

[weepingfoxfury]

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday ...

Have I been here before? ... not so much deja vu as familiarity and a slow morning slide. Even doing the usual things in a different order hasn't fooled the one and only marble.

Minutes passing and more time spent with Mr B. An unusually amiable Mr B. Strange to walk into the lounge first thing and find his litter tray unused. Nothing to assail my nostrils. Where did his daily deposit go? Do I want to know?

More unknown people in picture frames. Although, the small frame was found within the house. I suspect the lady on the left to have been the former owner. She was known for her roses and her jam and, in her own way, walks here still. I have and use many of her things, cutlery, table linen, crockery ... her relations had no interest.

Time to break the spell ... the shiny metropolis awaits ...

[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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[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.

[sakuyuii]

first page of this mini cat cafe date comic !! =^-^=

posting page 2 soon !!! ♡