#gato siamés

[dogandcatcomics]

Attribution: Francis Picabia (Paris, France, 1879-1953). Le Chat, 1938, oil on canvas. Thanks to @rimanellidavid for the tip.

[rozann]

Malena

[losdibujitos]

Antes / Después 🐱🐱

[ochako2020]

🥺

[vindria]

Amy siempre está de malas aún cuando está de buenas

[josemanuelerre]

ENFERMEDADES más comunes en GATOS SEGÚN SU RAZA | Siamés, Sphynx, britán...

[ztoa99]

SIAMÉS, POR FAVOR: inteligente, activo e infinitamente curioso, el siamés está listo para gobernar su mundo | estilos de vida

SIAMÉS, POR FAVOR: inteligente, activo e infinitamente curioso, el siamés está listo para gobernar su mundo | estilos de vida

No son necesariamente la raza de gatos más standard, ese lugar lo ocupan los muñecos de trapo o los persas, según la lista que mires, pero los siameses, apodados “meezers” por sus fanáticos, son posiblemente los gatos más reconocibles del mundo. Los ojos de un azul vivo, el pelaje llamativo y puntiagudo (cuerpo pálido con puntos oscuros en la cara, las patas, las orejas y la cola), las voces…

[yekuana]

🎞️🐆🎬 #TheSandman: #DreamOfAThousandCats (TV) (C) (2022) 15 min. Sinopsis Un gato #siamés sueña con otro mundo, en este cortometraje de animación lanzado como extra en el episodio once de "The Sandman" de Netflix. Fue dirigido por Hisko Hulsing, autor de la aclamada serie de Amazon "Undone" y el corto Junkyard. Género #Animación #Fantástico #Gatos #Cortometraje (#animación) #EpisodioDeTV Dirección Hisko Hulsing Reparto Animación Año / País: 2022 / 🇺🇸 Estados Unidos (en Asteroide B612) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6DZIRsvUP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[azul-maria-elias]

Gato siamés

2024-02-12 Buenos Aires, Argentina.

[nymime]

I just wake up, and my mind come with and idea.

What if Steve had the amount of cats i have? Eleven of them. And, the cats help his crave for touch. Every night, since he can remember, he left his room, and goes to her mother’s one (His mom and dad “sleep” in different rooms.), an how her mother isn’t there (both parents left again) he sleep there, with all the cats around him.

The biggest one, a siamés, is sleeping on the pillow above steve head. Two in his chest, A black cat is just a common one, the other an “american” one. Another cat is sleeping across him, shoulder to shoulder, is black and white and he stretched until he can touch with the tip of his tail Steve right shoulder and with his paws his left. Two more are between steve legs, he makes a strange of “O” shape with them and in there two cats sleep. Against his right thighs, he have the second biggest cat, who is in a croissant shape and is always in watched of any move outside the room. Cuddling with another siamés in his right arm, Steve protect the small female there. On his left, he cuddle with two more cats, that they snuggle between both, stripes and orange fused, you can’t say where cat start and where the other ends. The last cat is on his feet, the older of all of them, sleeping in a loaf shape and watch for all of them.

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A little representation of the position of the cats and his colors/races.

The Brown and Blue one are both Siameses. The first one is the bigger of all cats, the second, is female and the smaller of all. Bicho & Candy.

The three shade of Yellow, are the typical “American Cat”, the ones who have the “M” in the forehead. In order of position, from lighter to darker yellow: Gato Chico, Llorona and Allura.

The one in the shoulders, is black and white, the “stretchy” and “elastic one”. Felipe.

The purple one, is the minor of them all, a black cat with big green eyes, Tanjiro.

The red one is an orange cat, don’t treat yourself, is the sweetest cat of all of them. A little gentleman. Thor.

The pinky one, the light pink, is the older of the cats, a black kind of gray old cat, with yellow eyes, Violeta.

The green one, is a persa, a black fluffy and beautiful persa cat, with a yellowish and green eyes. Mota

And the last pink, the darker in the thigh’s, is a gray cat, the mean one, who hates everyone except Steve. Lady.

[blogdelgato15]

Los Gatos

Los gatos son animales de casa, por lo que existen diferentes tipos de gatos, siamés, angora, esfinge entre otros tipos.

Sus cuidados son especiales, bañados, entre otros cuidados

[cheshire-shuntaro]

For the Drug Cartel AU, a continuation of this here. Chishiya, realizing that everything that the cartel built in Mar de Plata is crumbling right before his eyes goes to the one person who might know how to help. @thetiredassistant

Silence, then, ringing in his ears. Heartbeat thudding against his thumbs tightly wrapped around the leather texture of the steering wheel. It took him a second to realize that he was having a panic attack. He was sixteen again, dashing through the narrow, neon-illuminated back alleys of Tokyo with 10 kilos of cocaine stuffed in his backpack. Soma right beside him, with a similar wild look to his eyes and a similar burden to carry, strapped to his back. Shouts of their pursuers chasing ferociously not unlike rabid dogs, their voices bouncing off of the concrete walls. Heart begging to jump out of his chest, and in his ears — ringing. Just a-

Suddenly — loud, prolonged honk. Chishiya's eyes snapped open, the ringing ceased, pulse slowly dropping. The crimson red light turned bleak green some time ago and the person behind Shuntaro decided they were done waiting. Chishiya indicated turning left and pushed the gas pedal, glancing in the rear view mirror. White Volvo sedan. Fuck. Already? Has he not received their message? But they might not be the ones who left it. How many parties are tangled up in this mess? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Enough. The engine of his Corvette growled and screamed when he revved up and switched to 5th gear. 90. 120. 146. As soon as the driver of the Volvo caught on what was happening it turned out, that whatever was under the hood of this inconspicuously looking sedan had enough power to keep tailing Chishiya. The downtown of Mar de Plata flashed in the windows as if it was the last memory of a man taking his final breath, and perhaps it was. Shuntaro swooshed past cars waiting at the stop sign with a cascade of honks and passeby shouts. Av. Juan B. Justo was the longest street in the whole of Mar de Plata, soon, the towering skyscrapers scattered across the horizon changed into suburban homes with their tiled red roofs and local farm animals using the road as they pleased.

His jaw hurt from clenching, his knuckles white, beads of sweat running down the side of his forehead. 146. 170. 200. Is it still there? Quick glance towards the rear view mirror. About a meter behind his Corvette? White Volvo.

Enough. Unimaginable screeching as his foot slammed the break pedal and the sports car swayed towards left. Blink, rear view mirror. He watched the driver of the Volvo desperately trying to save his skin, black plume of smoke coming out from the front tires. Front wheel drive, as he predicted. The sedan started spinning around its own axis accompanied by desperate revvs of its engine, breaking through a fence and finally, when there was no more free space to spin, crushing with a loud, dull thud into awhite building.

El Corazòn a Dios, Los Manos el Trabajo — written on the side of the building in curvy elegant letters above the remains of the white sedan.

Complete stop, reverse, turning the steering wheel, 1st gear. The Volvo? Squashed as if hand of God himself was behind it. Car alarm and people shouting, a tired looking middle-aged man locking eyes with Shuntaro as he sped past the scene, heading straight back into the city, to find someone who could perhaps help him. For a price.

* * *

🎶Quiero verla en el show, es como un gato siamés🎶

Chishiya's fingers were very idly tapping to the rhythm of the rock song, his eyes peeled on the road ahead, mind calm enough to put the puzzle pieces together — and there were not many of those. He had the board before his eyes, the plague of insanity hanging above the black king. How many pieces out of the 32 were still there? How many moves until the checkmate? How many boards and players were there? Ringing in his ears, hand wrapping around the steering wheel to the point of his knuckles becoming white. Chishiya took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling as he made a right turn. He remembered his wedding day, she refused to wear a dress, he refused to wear a suit, the scent of black elder reaching his nostrills, her favourite flowers. Ringing ceased. Since Aguni's departure from Hatter, Chishiya took over some of his duties, torn between the flying machines and the fumes of the cocaine lab. He spent the last four years huddled in first-class flights between various cities of Southern American countries, ensuring that Hatter's cocaine empire does not rip at its seams. But, as always, everything has its price, and this time it was Chishiya's knowledge pertaining to Hatter's closest circle and matters within it.

🎶Si todo me sale bien...🎶

He absolutely despised not knowing, the uncertainity of having to deal with situations foreign to him. Although the case usually was that he had time to observe quietly from the shadows, gathering information so that to tweak the events in his favour. This time he had no opportunity to do so, he was thrown right into the chain of events that seemed enitrely too far gone to even attempt anything to prevent the chain from loosing its last link.

🎶...lo haré de nuevo, otra vez.🎶

El Lugar Secreto, said the inconspicuous wooden sign, bleached by the everpresent Sun and dryness. A quiet bookstore, like many others in the city but this one held El Sabeltodo's place of employement, or rather, self-employement. Chishiya parked his Corvette in a secluded alley behind the building and put a black tarp over it — a curteousy of El Sabeltodo's. VIP treatment, scoffed Chishiya mentally.

The deep-green shades in the windows were pulled down, giving a passerby an impression that perhaps the store was closed down, but Chishiya has been here enough times to know that this is simply how El Sabletodo prefers his shop to be. He opened the door and an old-timey chimey reached his ears. A welcome coolness caressing his skin. All of the 4 walls of the homely inside were lined with bookcases, nearby stood a sturdy wooden ladder with wheels leaned over one of the taller bookcases. Chishiya strutted towards the wooden counter, running his pointer finger over one of the nearby books neatly lined up on a low cupboard of sorts. He looked at his hand and rubbed his pointer and thumb together — no trace of dust. Disappointing. He anticipated the day he will pay El Sabletodo a visit and finds the place in a slight dissaray, alas, it was not today. He leaned on the counter and chimed the bell as the owner of the establishment was nowhere to be seen.

A radio playing in the background picqued his interest, the jazzy music suddenly stopping and an urgent electronic jingle coming in its place "...Noticia de hoy - fatal accidente automovilístico en la Av. Juan B. Justo. La policía sospecha que esto es el resultado de una carrera callejera ilegal."

Fuck.

[crazy-webadas]

Si fueras un michi que michi serías 🔫

Que buena pregunta ptmr

Un gato Siamés

soy ese

[toplifespot]

Siamés - Cuidado y Alimentación de Gatos Siameses: Guía Completa para Mantener a Tu Mascota Saludable y Feliz

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[yoonmwi]

quiero un gato siamés

[ao3feed-ateez]

Good wolf

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tGxO5pM by KOYAMANG04 Un grupo de chicos le dan una apuesta a San, un híbrido de gato Siamés, una apuesta que lo lleva a arriesgarse a entrar en la cueva de un lobo, más bien a la cueva y casa de un híbrido lobo gris, uno de los lobos más grandes, San entrará ahí con miedo a ser devorado y saldrá de ahí con un nuevo compañero de vida y protector lobo feroz. Words: 1378, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Choi San (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa Relationships: Choi San/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Bottom Choi San (ATEEZ), Top Park Seonghwa, Wolf Hybrid Park Seonghwa, Cat Hybrid Choi San (ATEEZ), Pregnancy, Mating Bites, Love Bites, Werewolf Bites, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Protective Park Seonghwa, Soft Choi San (ATEEZ) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/tGxO5pM