#i'm so happy tumblr makes it possible to adjust pics

[feral-ferengi]

Reblogging this one, cuz i've cleaned the outer lines. Looks WAY better.^^

DaiMon Tog one more time, my handsome!!!! 🫠

I'm CRAZY with side angles, so i just HAD to do it. This one was a major fun coloring practice!

[puff-the-evil-dragon]

I wanna tell y'all about one of my cats. For reasons.

This is my princess, Rinna, also known as Momo, or Moe. She's a gorgeous little stinker and she knows it. Problem is, she's been a ball of fluffy anxiety since the day I adopted her. The first time I saw her as a kitten, she hissed and cowered in the back of a cat carrier. Being the bleeding heart I am, I guessed this poor baby had been abused and needed a gentle hand to help her. As someone with anger issues, I was a bit worried I would be no good for her, but I couldn't deal with the possibility of someone trying to adopt her and deciding they couldn't handle her. I was already buying her from a guy whose kids bought her, but didn't want her anymore.

So, I took her, holding her nice and close to my chest. She sat in my lap, not purring or moving, all the way home, where she promptly hid under my bookcase. I should have probably given her space, but she had a couple knots in her neck fur, so I took her out from under the bookcase the next day, and carefully went after those knots with some scissors. Only while I was doing that did I feel the soft vibrations coming from her throat. She was purring up a storm.

She bonded a lot with my other cat, Captain. I joked that he was like her momma cat, because his maternal instincts were kicking in. She also got along pretty well with my roommates' cats. But Captain was old, in pain, and eventually had to be put down. Momo did not take it well. I'm no expert in feline psychology, but she closed herself off, and hasn't gotten along with another cat since, especially the kitten I adopted a year later. It didn't help that I was gone all summer working, either. And then I studied abroad and had to leave her in the care of my sister. Oh, and she had to have her teeth removed for medical reasons.

My sister took amazing care of Moe while I was gone, and up until I had my own place again, which wasn't until I got married, so there was a strange new human, and the kitten she still doesn't like.

It's been over a year since I got my princess back. While she was always super skittish before, now she's in my lap or my husband's every time we sit down, and won't move for hours. If we have to adjust, where she used to freak out and run, now she disgruntledly repositions herself. Yeah, she's still anxious and freaks out at loud sounds or new people or big objects being moved (and she still doesn't like her little brother, although she'll sometimes tolerate a bath from him for about five seconds), but she's come so far, and she's doing so well, and it just makes my dark little heart happy.

She sheds like a nightmare, drools when she's happy, and is very vocal of her displeasure if another cat gets within a five foot radius of her. Also, she is a huge sucker for tummy rubs, although she doesn't like holding still for pictures.

So, here, tumblr, have pics of my cat: a sublime being who has graced us mortals with her presence.

An excuse to show off my pretty cat? No idea what you're talking about.