#happy holidays from cat

[catcorsair]

'Would you know?' returned Sophia, silencing my tirade. A nesting of pigeons woken by my exclamation had taken flight in a rush of air and frantic squawking; distracted, I swatted an arm lazily in the direction they fled.

'What?'

'If you were the Devil. If God had cursed you so. Would you know?'

'I have met the Devil, child,' I sighed. 'I know him well.'

'Si,' she breathed. 'And I.'

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[marlynnofmany]

Happy Indoor Tree Season to those who celebrate.

[st4r-t3ars]

[ggswaywardgifrepository]

This cat.

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[jojen-hewitt]

Happy Holidays, chirp!!

Totally on time New Years art and not a late because I forgot to post it last week Christmas art at all.

My mom saw the origami birds when I was playing and thought they were so cute she asked for art of them for Christmas (and I added bird Ratio and Aven and references to others because I couldn't help myself)...

Here's to a better year 2025!!! 🎆🎉

Also on 🦋 @\jojen-hewitt

[maimoncat]

Qualche tempo fa ho parlato con @adarkrainbow di figure natalizie e siamo arrivati a parlare di Santa Lucia col suo asinello. E mi sono ricordato di come la santa, nelle processioni dove porta i doni ai bambini, è spesso velata per rappresentare la sua assenza di occhi. E dato che questi due non vogliono uscirmi dalla testa, e anche Leshy si copre gli occhi strappati, mi sono immaginato questo. È da qui che è uscita l’intera serie di disegni natalizi, dalla Santa Leshia coll’asinello Somy (che qui si gode una bella ciotola di erba).

Some time ago I was talking to @adarkrainbow about christmas figures, and we came to Saint Lucy and her donkey. And it got me thinking about how the saint is usually veiled when she comes to bring the children presents. And since these two simply will not leave my head, I was reminded that Leshy also covers his gouged out eyes, and drew this. So it’s here that this whole "happy Lambdays" series came from, from Saint Lushy and Somy the donkey (who’s enjoying some grassy gruel).

Vor einiger Zeit hab ich mit @adarkrainbow über verschiedene Weihnachtsfiguren gesprochen und da sind wir zur Heiligen Luzia mit ihrem Eselchen gekommen. Und da viel mir ein, dass die Heilige beim Geschenkeverteilen ganz oft ihr Gesicht verschleiert hat, um ihre Augenlosigkeit darzustellen. Und da mir auch die beiden hier nicht aus dem Kopf wollen, musste ich daran denken, wie auch Leshy seine ausgerissenen Augen bedeckt und da hab ich das hier gemalt. So ist die ganze weihnachtliche "Lammtag" Reihe entstanden, von der Heiligen Leschya mit ihrem Eselein Somy (das gerade seine Scüssel Gras futtert)

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[breeberrypies]

when your best friend on the planet ever scratches the surface of your autistic brain and picks out christmas gifts for you that feeds into your nerdy interests and favorite things.

@tallarurus 🫶

[0hwonderboy]

there’s this one photo of me from 3 years ago where im laying head first on my couch while my cat lays on my back and i so badly can see gale and tara like that i wish i cared enough to draw 💔

[tblsomedoodles]

happy new year!

[catcorsair]

Those entertainments which I had long become accustomed to in the company of the Persian were of the sort that are always concealed in shadow, usually shameful, and often illegal; with Sophia, the whole of Paris took on new meaning, ripe with opportunities at beauty or bliss. To Erik, fun was a girl who did not cry too much or perhaps one who cried a little extra, or an opera which was not entirely shit. Sophia, for her part, wanted to see everything and do it all twice; and because she seemed perfectly content to do so with me, we did. Even the blandest of life’s offerings brought her great joy, small burdens and inconveniences I was accustomed only to grumbling at. A decent cup of chocolate could make her moan in pleasure, even if it were cold by the time the waiter delivered it; a bruised flower bought off a peddler-woman became the finest gift.

I have never much cared for the wet chill of Spring; as one who had spent so much of his life underground, its creeping dampness only brought a mordant stink to these stone chambers and settled heavily in my old lungs. This was the first Springtime of my life that actually lived up to the promise of the season; everything was new, teeming with life and beauty. All had been reborn, including Erik. Even by lamplight the world had changed; in the gardens of the Tuileries the tulips closed their bright mouths for twilight as lilacs filled the evening air with heady perfume—how was it that in all my years I had never noticed them before?

Like Pulling Teeth: Part Five

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*cover art: Daniela Astone

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[thedreamerstoryteller]

🎶 I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream. 🎶

[snowfea]

Yesterday my gf and I adopted a cat. An adorable little boy, three years old according to the refuge, and they said he was sociable ++ but DAMN that is one CUDDLY cat.

I'm writing this with him on my lap. He's there because his previous resting spot, my gf's lap, is now occupied by her laptop because she has to work.

He's purring. He purred all night. He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I love him with all my heart.

We named him Mr Darcy

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[coffin-flop]

i know my cat knows i love him but does he know how much?

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