#or should i say purr-sonal?

[welcome-home-art-dump]

Home’s cure for “3am Zoomies”

I don't know how many of you own cats, but if you do, I don't know how many of you will get this. Well, like most cats, Palette sometimes gets the "3am Zoomies" which she will get incredibly hyper; which in turn will result in her enacting her daydreams with a lot more vigor, which may result in claw marks in the walls and furniture or stuff being knocked over. Wally has built a tolerance to these rituals, successfully blocking out the racket, but Home isn't so patient.

Home appreciates Palette, he does, but when it comes to tomfoolery like this, he must take drastic measures to keep himself from getting internally injured.

[scholarlycait]

✦ Letters from a Cait Scholar: Days 405-408 ✦

Day 405

Title: “Letter from a Cait Scholar” Message: “Day 405, every day is a delight!

The Order of the Sacred Flame has a saying that goes "Fill thy neighbor's hearth with wood, and thou shalt be warm." It means that being kind to others is the same as being kind to yourself. If we all try to keep each other warm, no one will ever be left in the cold!

P.S. I’ve sent you some more Rubies. Don’t spend them all in one place!” Received Item(s): Rubies ×10

Day 406

Title: “Letter from a Cait Scholar” Message: “Day 406, life is full of rises and dips!

The priests of the Order of the Sacred Flame give purr-sonal attention to every purr-son's problems, so many go to them in times of need. Some even ask them for advice in love. Hmm... Maybe I should speak with a priest...

P.S. I’ve sent you some more Rubies. Don’t spend them all in one place!” Received Item(s): Rubies ×10

Day 407

Title: “Letter from a Cait Scholar” Message: “Day 407, the pen is a paw-erful weapon!

The library at Atlasdam is a treasure trove of knowledge! It remains undisputed at the top of Isla's List of Places Isla Would Live. Maybe someday I'll dig a tunnel from my chambers to the library so I can visit whenever I want!

P.S. I’ve sent you some more Rubies. Don’t spend them all in one place!” Received Item(s): Rubies ×10

Day 408

Title: “Letter from a Cait Scholar” Message: “Day 408, I wonder what's in these crates?

Nobody knows what the future holds! You can guess and purr-edict all you want, but not even the world's most knowledgeable scholars can know every variable. But even though there's no right way fur-ward, that doesn't mean you can't try to step carefully! May your every step be the right one!

P.S. I’ve sent you some more Rubies. Don’t spend them all in one place!” Received Item(s): Rubies ×10

[ninjakasuga]

Sonally Celebration, Year Three, Day Five: Fading

Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day Five: Fade

Well Day Five is already upon us. Dang time flies XD. This day’s prompt had me mulling for a time, as it’s potential thematic resonance could align with the ideas I have for the final days; prompt theme. Outside of episode continuity (if I’m not deciding on a completely unrelated one shot like one episode from last year), I usually avoid theme overlaps unless they can make for a good two-parter, so I wanted Fade to be different from Rest. What am I talking about? Well, you’ll all see on day eight. ^_^

Day Five: Fade.

Foreword: This takes place one-to-three-ish years after Crossroads, and a return to the more domestic slice of life.

Two sets of feet march toward the couch in the spacious ‘living room’ area, where the two bodies belonging to said feet flop down onto the sofa with matching tired sighs. Each slide an arm around the other and lean in, cheek-to-cheek. Tired, bloodshot eyes meet, as a tired voice mutters. “Kathy and J.C. tucked in bed?”

“Check.”

“Monitor set-up if they wake up from a nightmare and need consoling?”

“Check, we have one of Nicole’s new A.I. ‘kids’ watching their room. If either J.C. or Kathy wake up, or both, they’ll help them unless they ask for us.”

“Us tired as all hell?”

After a beat, both sigh and utter. “Mega check!!” Groaning as she rolled to curl against Sonic, Sally sighed again. Her body and mind woefully tired from the day. “I love our angels, but they can be so exhausting.”

Grunting in agreement, Sonic gave her a squeeze from the arm around her waist. “Doesn’t help they’re both already getting the hang of their speedy-abilities. Is it wrong I’m wishing they didn’t inherit my speed now?” He really didn’t, (his pride soared when it was clear they had his speed). However moments like these, he was considering how nice it would be for them to not have his super speed would be? Or the speed simply kicked in at puberty… or would that be worse?

“We wish it weren’t so today, but we’ll change tunes when that speed is sorely needed for them.” Muttered Sally, sharing his thoughts, but her ever-present pragmatism won out over in-the-moment whimsy. A thin smile emerged from her tired expression. “That said, I'm rather proud that they’re starting to understand that running around the palace is a no-no. Starting to, being the key word.”

That elicited a chuckle from Sonic as he smiled back and made a pleased sound as she moved her hand up his back to rub the back of his neck. He leaned against the fingers rubbing the sore area that had bothered him most of the day. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and that early maturity you had will kick in.”

“Mmm, I’m sensing a ‘but’ somewhere in there my love.” She murmured, making her own soft ‘murring’ as Sonic began to return the neck rub after moving his hand from around her waist to her neck. “Out with it Sonic.”

“Heh, got me pegged huh? Weeeell, you were mature for your age, but I don’t want our kids to be fun-kill-joys either.”

“I was a fun-kill-joy?” She raised an eyebrow, applying a bit more pressure to the spot where neck and shoulder met, causing Sonic to yelp and twinge from the application of pressure. “I call it knowing some of the stuff you wanted to do would wind us in trouble.”

“H-hey, heeeeeeeey, you had your moments of sly ideas that did just that!” He wiggled to avoid her grip, now shifting his hand back to her side, but with tickling intent as his fingers shifted and wiggled about.

Snerking, and then breaking into several laughs, Sally let go, and squirmed. “Pffft- n-no fair! T-two can play!” It was one and Sally sat up and pounced her husband, pinning him to the couch and letting her fingers fly over his body. Grinning widely, as tiredness gave way to playful-energy, Sally enjoyed herself thoroughly as she watched Sonic, her beloved, start to wiggle and laugh from her efforts.

“Hahaha, ahaha! C-crap Sal, you wanna throw d-d-down don’t you?” His emerald eyes gleam as the same burst of energy giving Sally a second wind coursed through him. Wiggling his fingers, his hands moved to strike; and with his super-speed applied: naturally he was able to cover more ground, much faster. As laughter erupted from Sally and she writhed and squirmed, his glee intensified. “You were saying Sal-MMPFFH?” Sonic’s boast was cut off as Sally mashed her mouth to his. The surprise kiss threw him off, but only briefly. Letting out a low, needy moan, Sonic ceased tickling Sally and proceeded to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer as their kiss intensified.

A low, purr-like sound uttered from Sally’s throat, muffled as her lips were still thoroughly mashed against her husband’s. The squirrel-chipmunk hybrid rubbed herself against him. Ruling a kingdom, being a loving-attentive spouse, and a parent was a tall order. They made it work; but quality, private time became more of a premium. Even tired as Sally felt, the burning need to feel Sonic’s loving embrace and ‘skilled hands’ hit her like a freight train. How long had it been since they last had a moment like this? Actually feeling the urge, the need to make love? Maybe that was why, but truly who cared what the exact reason was? The moment was here, seizing it was key.

As the kiss broke, Sally’s breath hitched as Sonic’s mouth trailed down to her neck, and his hands rested on her posterior, before one hand grasped at her tail, which had been wiggling quite giddily as if to entice him. “S-Sonic, bedroom-ngh..”

“Why not here?” He murred against her neck, giving her a squeeze with both hands.

She licked his ear and nipped at the tip, whispering in a throaty voice. “I don’t want a repeat of last time; bedroom, door locked, you, me, on the bed, no clothes, ‘now’!”

Instead of his usual snappy retorts, Sonic processed her request, recalling ‘last time’ and only a big blanket prevented a truly awkward moment when one of the children woke up in the middle of the night. Hands move to scoop Sally up like the old days as he got off the sofa with her. It was a break of the rules, but he used a very-very small burst of his super-speed to zip to their room. His foot pushed the door closed, while Sally quickly hit the lock mechanism on the doorknob. A quick toss sent Sally onto the bed, and Sonic quickly joining her, both eagerly helping the other disrobe.

(Sorry folks keeping this PG-13 XD so fade to black!)

Once their bodily and spirit-rejuvenating needs were met, Sonic and Sally lay on the bed, tangled together. As they tried to catch their breath, each would out of parental-paranoia, check the monitor to the kid’s bedroom. No notifications, which meant the kids hadn’t woken up even once to go to the bathroom. A good sign they were sleeping through the night without ‘nightly accidents’ occurring. Even after a quick (for them) bout of love-making, being a parent never strayed from their minds.

Satisfied they didn’t need to redress soon, and attend to any nightly needs, the two sigh in content bliss. “It goes without saying Sal, we ‘needed’ that.”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She practically purred as she nuzzled against his upper chest as she draped over him partially. “Still got it.” She smirked, trailing a finger in a circle around the circular belly-fur of her husband.

“Ha, boy howdy!” Cackled Sonic as he lifted a hand tiredly for a high-five, which Sally gladly reciprocated. “Whoever said after 30 your love-life with kids dries up is an F’ing idiot.”

“Clearly someone who didn’t have a successful romance with their marriage.” Mused Sally, before a yawn tore from her throat. Curling into Sonic’s side, and pulling the covers over them. Sally felt the siren song of sleep, and was ready to greet it. “We should sleep while we can.”

Yawning himself, Sonic slipped an arm around Sonic, planting a kiss to her forehead, he twisted his body to better meet her own as they got comfortable. “Yeah, g’night Sal, love ya.”

“Love you too Sonic, *yawn* sleep well.” As another yawn left her, Sally closed her listening to Sonic’s heart-beat, and breathing. She could tell he was already out from the sounds he made, he didn’t snore, not really or fully. His breathing just became more ‘free’ if such a word could describe it. His heartbeat also steadied, still paced but clearly at ease. Such a rhythm helped her slowly fade from consciousness and soon, the warm embrace of sleep took Sally. Leaving only the sounds of both Sonic and her own breathing filling the darkness of their bedroom.

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Cat Puns are a must in Erasermic

I just have a hunch that in their relationship Hizashi would be the one to always include cat puns. Plus Aizawa likes cats! (And since he’s an English teacher and all, it would be something that he’d enjoy too.)

This first starts off when they’re young of course, with Hizashi looking at his test score and saying, “You’ve got to be Kitten me!? I’m Paw-sitive I should have scored higher.” And Shota just smiles, finding it a bit funny. But it only escalates from there.

One day Aizawa is having a real bad day, not being able to use his capture weapon properly just yet, and Hizashi notices. So he comments, “Heeeey Shota, hope you didn’t Fur-get that your a Paw-some friend”. With the obligatory finger guns of course, making Aizawa smile once more and breathing out a laugh.

They’re adults now and Aizawa is pretty much used to Hizashi’s cat puns that he’s too started using them. But only when it’s them two, he’s got a reputation to uphold y’know! So his comments are usually:

“Mic your insuf-Fur-able.”

“That music is a-Paw-ling”

“You know Mic, you’ve got a decent Purr-sonality.”

But one thing that really gets me, is how close they are at this point in their relationship that Mic uses a pun one day when everything seems to be going wrong. After a villain attack that leaves both Aizawa and Hizashi in shambles. Of the pair, Hizashi seems to be the one who got hurt the most. He’s on the concrete floor bleeding heavily. Clutching his sides which have deep lacerations. Aizawa is crouched down beside him, worried out of his mind. Holding the voice hero’s torso up, Hizashi speaks, “Hey Shota..”

”W-what’s wrong Yamada?”

“Meow-ch”

Aizawa is stunned at first, not knowing if what he heard was correct. Did he really just say Meowch. As in, me ouch. Next thing you know, Aizawa is laughing, tears that were on the brim, close to falling, finally being let loose. Causing the other Pro-heroes to look at him, wondering if he probably hit his or something. Hizashi smiles, glad to see the worry leave Shotas face.

“You idiot.” Shota responds after his fit, realizing that the Voice hero was going to be alright.

[sariahsue]

What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? Chapter 10

Ladybug and Cat Noir are having trouble with the newest akuma.  She’s dressed all in black, hardly speaks, and keeps slipping through their fingers. ��To make things worse, she exposes Ladybug’s identity to the world.  Which should Marinette be more concerned about?  The world’s reaction, or her partner’s?  

Rated PG for action.  Chapter word count: 4,200.

Read chapter 1 here. Read chapter 9 here.

    Ladybug stared at nothing for several seconds before jerking herself into motion. The longer she stood there, the farther away the akuma got. The longer Cat Noir chased the akuma without a partner, the more danger he'd be in. He was long out of sight, but she took off in the direction he'd gone, glaring into the beating sunlight.

    He'd been serious. This whole time, he'd been serious. How could she not have realized it before? How could she have misread him so badly? The answer was obvious. She was an terrible partner.

    Guilt twisted in her stomach as she pushed her muscles until they burned, trying to catch up. Buildings flashed in a blur below her. How could she have been so callous when she pushed his flirting away? What else about him had she misunderstood?

    She only stopped when she was completely out of breath and pulled open her yoyo to find Cat Noir's location. A green dot was careening toward her red one, and she snapped her head up just in time to see him bound up and over a neighboring building, Chantal right behind him.

    "It's too bad you'll never know!" he was yelling over his shoulder.

    "Hold still and tell me who you are!" Chantal dove, but he jumped over her, and she missed. They hadn't seen Ladybug yet. She could still set up an ambush. All she had to do was keep out of sight and focus on the mission. This wasn't the time for self-indulgent wallowing.

    The two were still running, already several rooftops away, but Ladybug could clearly make out Cat Noir jumping off a tall building. As Ladybug swung closer, Chantal skidded to a stop to look over the edge before jumping to a balcony three stories down and following Cat Noir onto the sidewalk below, then up again. She may have had supernatural abilities, but she apparently couldn't handle large drops as well as the baton. Ladybug filed that information away for later.

    When she had crept close enough to hear, Cat Noir was saying something about wanting to keep his purr-sonal in-fur-mation to himself as he inched closer to Chantal, who had positioned herself on top of a chimney, hands on her hips. Ladybug positioned herself directly behind her target, clearly in Cat Noir's line of sight.

    He took a step backward when he saw her, carefully keeping his face blank. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm running out of puns." Ladybug raised her yoyo and aimed.

    "That sounds unlikely," Chantal said, voice flat once again.

    "I know," he said. "I wouldn't have thought it paw-sible."

    She let the yoyo fly. Cat Noir caught her eye and smiled triumphantly at her. Another wave of guilt made Ladybug jerk reflexively, and a crack split the air as the yoyo hit the brick chimney instead of wrapping around its target.

    Chantal jumped up to escape, but Cat Noir was too quick. The extended baton knocked her out of her trajectory. She landed in heap, slipping down the roof a few inches as both heroes ran to her. Cat Noir reached the akuma first, reaching out to grab her before she went over the edge.

    "No, Cat! It's a trap!"

    Chantal whipped her hands out toward his face, but Ladybug was close enough to yank her partner out of harm's way by his tail. The woman's sudden movement unbalanced her, and she slipped off the edge, only to reappear a second later, jumping away to another roof.

    "Phew. She's fine," Cat Noir said as he straightened up. "Scared me for a second there."

    How could he be so relaxed? She couldn't even bear to look at him, and she wasn't the one who was getting rejected. It was so much easier to stand there and wring her hands and watch as Chantal stared them down from across the street. At least it looked like she was getting tired. Her shoulders sagged, and she was breathing heavily.

    "Did you want to keep just my tail, or did you want the whole package?" Cat Noir said as he gestured to himself.

    Ladybug glanced down at her hands, which were still gripping his tail for dear life. She flinched and dropped it, but didn't say anything, and still didn't look at him. She should say something.

    "Ah, sorry," Cat Noir said, scratching the back of his neck. "I made everything weird, didn't I?"

    "Don't apologize," she said quietly. "Thank you for telling me." She was relieved she didn't have to say anything else, that she didn't have to explain why she couldn't return his feelings, but she immediately smothered the relief with guilt. He shouldn't have had to find out that way. He'd deserved to hear it from her. How had she not seen the hurt? He'd looked so happy. Even now, she couldn't see it.

    A tentative hand rested on her shoulder, and Ladybug finally turned to face him. She couldn't see any pain, just concern for her. "This doesn't have to change anything," he said. "Okay?" He was constantly putting her feelings before his own. How could she not have realized he was serious sooner?

    "Sure," she said. It felt like a lie. This changed their entire dynamic.

    Chantal was looking up and down the street, probably planning her next move. Mission now, wallowing later. "Splitting up hasn't worked, so how about this time we just hit her together head on?"

    "Sounds paw-sitively-"

    The woman in black went suddenly rigid, and Cat Noir sucked in a sharp breath.

    "What?"

    "Hawk Moth," he said. "Can't you see the butterfly?"

    Ladybug frantically looked around for another akuma before she realized he had been talking about Chantal. The glowing, purple outline was barely visible. "Now," she said. "While she's distracted."

    They jumped together, clearing the distance easily and landing on either side of her, just as the outline disappeared. Chantal's face lost its impassive glaze, and instead she just looked annoyed.

    As the duo moved in, each grabbing for an arm, Chantal reacted. In a blur, she body slammed Ladybug, who was knocked off her feet, but recovered with a graceful flip.

    "Hawk Moth is getting tired of this," she said.

    "Hey, me too," Cat Noir said.

    She stalked toward Ladybug, scowling. "I need those earrings. Let's just get this over with, Marinette."

    Ladybug wrinkled her nose at the use of her civilian name, but stood her ground, spinning the yoyo like a shield. Cat Noir ran forward and brought his baton down hard on the victim's head, only to find that she'd already jumped. Instead, he dented the roof, and Chantal landed behind Ladybug, grabbing her, and pinning her arms to her side, only to get flipped over a second later.

    The talk with Hawk Moth had made Chantal much more aggressive. Instead of falling back and regrouping, she sprang back toward them as soon as she had righted herself, her straight hair splayed across her face. Well, if she was going to chase them, Ladybug was going to use it to their advantage.

    "You're right," she said. "It's time to end this." She turned and swung away, hoping Cat Noir would be able to slow Chantal down. There would be no way to outrun her otherwise. She didn't look behind her to find out.

    Five swings. It only took her five swings to find what she was looking for, a tall building that was still under construction. Hopefully, an abandoned floor would be enclosed enough. She sized up the building, trying to decide which window to break, when there was a heavy thud behind her, and she jumped and spun to find her partner.

    "How'd you outrun her?"

    "I didn't," he said. "It was great. You should have seen it, My Lady." He spun his baton, tossed it and caught it, just to show off, she was sure. "She was so focused on you that she didn't see me sneak up behind her. Knocked her right into a dumpster! Two points!" He mimed shooting a basketball and looked far too pleased with himself. "So before she catches up, what's the plan?"

    "Too late," she said. Chantal jumped into view three buildings away and was closing the distance fast. "Break one of those windows."

    There was a tinkle of glass as his baton smashed through the highest one, easily ten stories above them. Ladybug watched as Chantal landed on the other end of their roof, then felt her stomach drop as she suddenly lurched up. Cat Noir had grabbed her around the middle and shot them through the narrow window as easily as she could have threaded a needle.

    A quick scan of the room told her that her good luck was finally paying off. The whole story was abandoned, expect for a few power tools and the smell of sawdust. The floor was mostly open, with slabs of sheetrock sectioning off areas here and there. There was a large hole in the floor at the opposite corner of the room, where she assumed the stairs were, and there were several concrete columns leading up to a high ceiling, though she wasn't sure if those were there for support or decoration. Probably better to leave them intact, just in case. A line of windows all around the floor let in shafts of sunlight. The duo took their positions on either side of the broken window, hoping to catch Chantal as she followed them in.

    Seconds ticked by slowly, and just when Ladybug started to think that the jump had been too high for her, the unbroken window on her other side shattered. Ladybug turned just in time to see Chantal land among the shards before she shot forward again, knocking the yoyo out of her way. Ladybug rolled and tried to kick the woman's feet out from under her, vaguely aware that Cat Noir was moving to flank her. She missed, and rolled too far, smacking into one of the columns with her hip. She winced and rolled behind it, hoping to buy herself some time.

    Cat Noir bought her some instead, asking Chantal if she was feeling claw-straphobic yet, or if she'd at yeast consider abandoning her half-baked plan. He kept he akuma victim distracted with multiple swings from the baton, maneuvering her into the center of the room, where he finally backed her into a column.

    "My Lady, do you think it's about time we wrapped this up?" Chantal tried to dodge to the side, but he kept her pinned up against the column.

    Wrap? Why a wrapping pun?

    Oh!

    She threw her yoyo, which wrapped around Chantal several times and securely pinned her to the column. Ladybug held the end of the line tight and watched as the woman struggled uselessly. There was no escape. They'd won. Only... she didn't feel relieved. What if no one forgot? What if she had to live with the reveal forever?

    "Well," Cat Noir said. "That was anticlimactic." He frowned, and his cat ears pressed flat against his head. Were they worrying about the same thing?

    "That was a wasted opportunity, Kitten. I'm disappointed." He cocked his head, but kept his eyes on Chantal. "Didn't you mean anti-claw-mactic?"

    A small smile ghosted over his face. "Shall we finish this, My Lady?" Chantal struggled harder, but it didn't do her any good.

    "It's in her pocket," Ladybug said. "A piece of paper."

    Cat Noir stalked forward, tail swishing, as Chantal wiggled ferociously, and Ladybug felt the tug on the line she was holding. She wanted to tell her that fighting against magical weapons wouldn't help her, but she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she wondered if she should tell Cat Noir what might happen to his memories. This was her last chance.

    He deserved to know. He'd been honest with her. She tried to push away the guilt over rejecting him. She'd told him not to apologize for his feelings. She shouldn't apologize for hers.

    He was only a few steps away. The akuma victim had stopped struggling, instead slipping her fingers into her pocket to touch the paper and then squeezing her eyes shut in concentration. Cat Noir reached out. It was too late to tell him. Her indecision made the decision for her.

    Chantal started to fuzz. It was plainly visible around her face and the outline of her body. Her image became blurry, then turned as dark as her clothing, then dissolved. Ladybug was jerked backward as slack suddenly appeared in the line. The cloud of shadow that had been a person floated toward Cat Noir, who jumped, then backed up into a defensive stance. Chantal reformed only inches away from where she had been, but far enough that she was free of the yoyo, which was helpfully trapping only the column. Chantal gasped and took her fingers out of her pockets. Her forehead was shiny with sweat, and she had to rest her hands on her knees to hold herself up as she caught her breath.

    Ladybug and Cat Noir stared at her. He'd moved in front of his partner, baton up. Ladybug wondered if he was protective of her like this on purpose or if it was a reflex by now. How had she ever believed he wasn't serious?

    She rubbed her hip absently. It was probably going to bruise.

    "It looks like she's got a secret weapon," Cat Noir said.

    His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "I don't think that can be counted as a pun." She started to reel her yoyo back in. She needed to be ready. It sounded like Chantal's breathing was already starting to even out. "That's literally a secret weapon. You'll have to think of a new one."

    "Fine. Litter-ally." He quickly glanced away from Chantal to see her reaction to the joke. "Stop glaring at me! You told me to."

    Chantal used the momentary distraction to lunge forward, targeting Cat Noir this time.

    They split off in opposite directions, both knowing their best bet would be to catch her in between them.

    "So, what was your boyfriend's secret?" Cat Noir tried again. "What if we could help you instead of fight you?"

    "Nothing," Chantal said. "This was my fault." Was she implying that she'd gotten herself akumatized? Well, that was a new one. Anyway, now was probably their best bet for Lucky Charm. Ladybug stopped spinning her yoyo to summon it and took a step forward. Chantal seemed to realize her time was running out. Before Ladybug could say anything, their target ran straight toward Cat Noir, then feinted to the right. When he went to defend that side, she wasn't there. Instead, she wrapped one hand around his bare neck. Cat Noir went rigid, his eyes blank.

    "No!" Ladybug yelled. The yoyo moved almost on its own, wrapping itself securely around him and pulling him away. She caught him before he fell to the floor. Her heartbeat pounded in her throat.

    "That felt weird." He rubbed his neck, but he didn't seem hurt.

    Not him, too. Please.

    When they looked back at Chantal, her normally calm face had cracked into an ecstatic grin. She's going to tell everyone! She bolted for the edge of the large room, but instead of heading toward a window, she weaved her way around the sheetrock walls to the corner with the large stairway hole. She'll tell everyone, and Cat Noir will be in danger!

    Ladybug hadn't even realized she was chasing the woman. She just suddenly felt her hair whipping out behind her, her quick breathing, her yoyo in her hand. Not my partner! Cat Noir tagged along beside her, quiet for once. Chantal jumped into the hole seconds before them.

    What if Hawk Moth targets him next? What if criminals target his family? What's his family like? What if he's forced to leave Paris?

    Chantal took the stairs whole flights at a time. With each level, they fell a little bit farther behind, and Ladybug's hip hurt a little bit more. At every floor, she expected the akuma to go for a window, but they must have been halfway down the building before they heard yelling and glass smashing. They jumped the last five steps and landed on the floor in a roll, totally in sync. There were workers here, putting in carpet. They'd fled toward the edges of the room, and several pointed out the wide, broken window, in case the heroes couldn't figure out where the akuma had gone.

    "Thank you!" Cat Noir said. He even smiled at waved at them as they passed. Ladybug didn't even spare them a glance, instead pointing out to her almost-panicking self that Cat Noir was too kind to deserve what Chantal was planning on doing to him. Ladybug could still see her on a roof outside. They still had time.

    They dove through the window, which was big enough that they could both go through at once. They landed on a coffee shop, judging by the smell. Cat Noir jumped toward the woman immediately, and Ladybug jogged to keep up. Her adrenaline wasn't enough to overcome the pain at her side. She thought she heard Chantal laughing ahead of them.

    "I really am helping you!" she said. She had just jumped onto a chimney, and was crouching to jump again.

    "No, thank you!" Cat Noir shouted, as he scrambled to catch up to her. "I wanted to tell her myself!"

    Ladybug was struggling to keep up. Her hip flared in pain every time she moved quickly, but she was close enough to listen with growing terror.

    Instead of leaping toward safety, Chantal landed only a short distance away and glanced over her shoulder at Cat Noir. "You promise?" She sounded skeptical. Her eyes narrowed as he took a few more steps toward her. He was almost close enough to touch her.

    He reached out a clawed hand. "Of cour-"

    "NO! NO! NO!" With a final burst of speed, Ladybug landed next to them with an ungraceful thud. Chantal scowled and took off.

    "What was that? I almost had her!"

    She barely heard her partner, too focused on the fact that- "No! She's getting away again!" And with Cat Noir's identity. Who is he? His real name was too important to reveal, even to her. He was always protecting her. She had to protect him from this.

    Chantal dodged around a corner, but by the time they'd reached the spot, she was gone. Ladybug searched the surrounding rooftops frantically, but she'd disappeared.

    "I don't see her," Cat Noir said. His ears swiveled, but didn't give him any clues.

    I'm not letting her get away with his name! What if cleansing the akuma doesn't fix this?!

    Ladybug swung, pushed herself, searched, swung again, chased shadows, only to realize she hadn't seen the akuma, then took off in another direction, again and again and again. She refused to believe the woman had gotten away. Fixing things was her job. She had to fix this. Her frenzied chasing didn't stop her from panicking.

    Cat Noir stayed right behind her, trying to get to her to slow down.

    "My Lady, stop! Wait for me!"

    She only stopped when she paused to find a good anchor, but she stayed an extra few seconds to catch her breath. It gave Cat Noir enough time to land softly next to her and catch her by the shoulder. He was breathing hard, too.

    "It's too late," he said. "She got away."

    Ladybug shook her head and raised the yoyo. Cat Noir put his hand over hers and gently pushed it down. She felt his fingers linger on hers, but she didn't look away from the horizon. The sun was lower than she expected. They'd been at this the better part of the afternoon. Would Chantal's announcement show up on her yoyo?

    "I'm going to tell you who I am now," he said.

    "I still don't think it's a good idea."

    When she finally looked at him, he was crossing his arms. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

    Ladybug didn't answer, though she knew her one good reason.

    "I'd rather you hear it from me," he said gently.

    "No."

    "Hey, I had to find out yours through that announcement."

    He wasn't going to let it go unless she told him, was he? "If I hear it from you, I'll probably remember it. If I hear it from her-" She cringed as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. Would he still help her if he knew he might forget? "When I cleanse that akuma, there's a chance I'll forget who you are."

    "Good. I don't want you to forget."

    "Well, I do!" But will he still help me?

    "It's my identity," he said. "It should be my choice!"

    It was sound logic, difficult to argue with. But she knew he was just saying it because of his feelings for her. She couldn't let that change her answer. He'd be in serious danger. So she stood firm and shook her head. "NO."

    "This is stupid! Just let me tell you!"

    "The mission is more important than us. Stop being selfish!"

    "Me?!" His tone made it clear who he thought the selfish one was. "It's just my name. What are you so afraid of?"

    "Everyone I care about is in danger! I want at least you to be safe!"

    "Maybe I don't care about my safety!"

    She could feel the pinpricks of tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He didn't really mean that, did he? He had to stay safe. "One of us has to care."

    "I'd rather be with you! Please." He took a step closer and grabbed her hand, and she couldn't find a reason to pull away. "Please, let me tell you." He was almost whispering.

    "I don't want to know who you are."

    He moved in so close to her that their toes were almost touching, and he leaned his face towards hers. "Yes, you do." Her stomach flipped uncomfortably.

    "Cat Noir," she said, finally pulling away. "You know I like someone else." She hadn't wanted to come right out and say it like that. She watched his reaction carefully, but didn't see any hurt flash across his face. Why not? "I just want everything to go back to normal when this is over." She swallowed hard. She was not going to cry in front of him.

    "Well, I don't."

    He wasn't going to help her. Home was somewhere behind her, so she turned and swung off, ignoring his calls for her. Her throat hurt from holding back her sobs, but she wouldn't let herself cry. So what if he didn't want to help her this time? She'd had to fight without him a bunch of times. This wasn't so bad. So what if he didn't care about his safety? She'd just have to protect him this time instead. So what if he knew who she was, or that their easy friendship had probably been damaged by his confession? So what if she knew she was hurting him? These weren't good reasons to cry.

    The wind tore at her face and pigtails, and the cold air traced along the tracks her tears made down her cheeks, chilling them. As soon as she landed on her balcony, she detransformed and scrubbed at her eyes.

    Tikki tried comforting her, but Marinette slipped through the skylight, flopped onto her bed, and completely ignored her kwami. This one was officially her least favorite akuma ever. She laid on her stomach for a while, staring at nothing, when she finally decided she should at least text Alya. She'd need to know to not to try texting the yoyo.

    Message sent, she buried her face in her pillow. She was exhausted from all the useless running, and her hip still hurt besides. They were going to have to think of another tactic, but Marinette was having trouble focusing.

    She wasn't sure how much time had gone by when she pulled her phone out again. Alya hadn't texted her back. Or had she simply missed the notification? Checking the messages, she realized it had been almost an hour, and Alya had been completely silent.

    Something wasn't right. Marinette called. The phone rang and rang and rang, until it finally went to voicemail. Alya had said her battery was full. She couldn't have been out of cell range for over an hour. Something definitely wasn't right. A quick call to Alya's house revealed that her family didn't know where she was either.

    Her last resort was to transform. Tikki had curled up with a cookie in a pile of sweaters and fallen asleep. Marinette was too worried to feel bad about waking her up. Ladybug stood in the middle of the pink bedroom, toes curling in anxiety. Alya hadn't called or texted. She couldn't even find her friend with the yoyo's tracking ability. She wasn't- Chantal hadn't-

    Ladybug dizzily released the transformation.

    "What's wrong?" Tikki asked. She still looked sleepy. Her eyelids drooped.

    Marinette pulled out her phone with shaking fingers, scrolling through her recent texts until she found the one that simply said, "You're welcome."

    Marinette – 4:06 – Where. Is. Alya.

    Tikki read over the message and gasped.

    Chantal – 4:06 – It's a secret.

Read chapter 11 here.

[meowxerz]

Miraculous Secret Santa

I had an awesome time making a gift for the Miraculous Secret Santa, thanks to @mlsecretsanta for setting it up. Seeing my feed full of gifts from people to one another has been really special. This is a fic I wrote for @celebreultimaverba, I don’t know very well but hopefully you enjoy it! (it’s marichat btw)

                                       Presents Past Midnight

           Marinette blinked sleepily at the clock, it was almost midnight. She had spent her whole day working on a present for Adrien, and was determined to finish it before she went to bed. “Maybe you should just wait to finish it tomorrow,” Tikki said hovering over her shoulder. “But what if I oversleep, and then in the rush to get to the party, I forget to finish the gift, and then I give Adrienahalffinishedprojectandhe’llhatemeforever,” Marinette rattled out in a rush clutching her head as she did so.

“Don’t be so ridiculous Marinette, you know Adrien wouldn’t hate you for that.”

Marinette let out a defeated sigh and slumped into her arms. “Maybe you’re right Tikki, it is getting awfully late right now.”

           Marinette began to yawn and looked out her window. Sometime during her sleep-deprived gift making rampage, it had started snowing outside, covering Paris in a thin white blanket. She scooted her chair closer to the window and watched as snowflakes drifted lazily towards the streets below. Falling into a peaceful trance, she paused to enjoy the quietness of the moment. When suddenly a quiet knocking on her trapdoor made itself known and Marinette was aroused from her stupor. Patting herself on her checks to try and raise herself to a level of semi-alertness, she looked over towards her roof and began shuffle over towards the door.

                                                          ~ ~ ~

           I shouldn’t be here, Chat thought to himself. She’s probably asleep already, it’s Christmas Eve for god’s sake, and almost midnight. He glanced down at his wrist only to remember that he doesn’t wear a watch. Looking back towards the hatch he stopped to think for a moment. Letting out a small sigh he made his decision. Hopefully I didn’t wake her, he thought, and turned away, pushing a small package into his pocket. He bent his knees and was preparing to launch himself off the roof when he heard the sound of the trapdoor opening.

           “Chat?” Marinette called, the top of her head peeking out from beneath the covering. He halted mid-stride and looked over his shoulder. A soft smile broke out on his face when he saw her eyes peering at him, illuminated by light coming from her room. Fully turning around he clasped both hands together and dramatically fell to his knees. “Purrincess, would you mind giving this poor kitty-cat some shelter?” He begged “It’s fur-ezing out here.” He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes before pushing the latch open further. She disappeared back down below, allowing Chat to step down. Closing the latch behind himself he walked down the ladder. Marinette faced him rubbing her eyes to regain her focus.

“What brings you here so late?” she asked.

“Paw-don my intrusion, but I was patrolling through the neighborhood and I thought I’d check up on my favorite civilian.��

“You know you don’t need an excuse to come visit Chat, I enjoy your company.”

He smiled and brushed some snow from his hair as he settled into a lounging position on top of her couch. “And why might you be up so late?” he asked raising an eyebrow, “waiting to catch Santa Claws?”

Marinette sighed, wondering how he had the energy to pun at this late hour and motioned towards her desk. “I was finishing up a present for a friend.” She said with a yawn. “We’re doing a Secret Santa for my class and we’re supposed to present it tomorrow at our winter dance.”

Shuffling back over towards her desk, she began to tidy things up. Standing up, Chat slid over and peered over her shoulder at her work. “And who might this lucky man be, who gets his own purr-sonal purr-sent from my purrincess?” Chat said resting his chin on her shoulder. Marinette nudged him off and then paused for a moment. She seemed to hesitate  before answering, “Adrien Agreste.” Just thinking about tomorrow gave her a nervous anticipation. Chat tried to hide a startled choke and turned away.

“Is everything ok Chaton?” Marinette asked peering at him

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Chat sputtered out, raising a hand. “Just a small cough.”

He composed himself and then turned back to face her, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more on it. They fell into a comfortable silence, disrupted only by the sound of Marinette moving things around. Finally satisfied that her desk no longer looked like a complete mess, she sat back down in her chair and idly began spinning in it. With a devious grin Chat grabbed onto the back and began to push her around in circles. Marinette let out a startled shriek which soon turned into laughter as she started to whiz around the room.

After running until his breath started to come out in pants, Chat finally stopped and Marinette unsteadily rose to her feet, only to collapse onto her bed. Chat fell next to her onto his back panting. Looking over at her he saw a flash of pink before she pounced on top of him.

“What was that for you silly tomcat, I could have been seriously hurt!” She said with a grin poking him on the nose.

Chat looked up at her and grabbed her finger, “Don’t worry princess, I would have purr-tected you,” he replied with a smirk.

Letting out a sarcastic gasp, she tried to pull her hand back but he reached up and, grabbing her arm, pulled her back down onto the bed next to him. They started to play wrestle but soon Chat had grabbed a hold of her arm again and was affectionately nuzzling her shoulder. A soft purr began to leave his throat. “Chat stop that,” Marinette protested but he only smiled and pulled her closer. She tried to sit up but he reached across her and pinned her down. “No,” he said fiercely, “ … you make a really good pillow.” Marinette let out an exasperated groan and Chat chuckled, releasing his hold. She sat up and Chat buried his face into her comforter.

“Chat?”

“Mmgh,”

“Is there anyone special you’re giving a gift this year?”

Chat pulled his head up from the covers and turned towards the clock. He smiled, it was just past midnight. “Only two,” He said slowly facing back towards Marinette. “One for my lady and …” He moved into a cross legged position and picked up Marinette’s hand. With a smile he pressed a small black box into it.

“Oh Chat,” she began as she looked up into his eyes when her voice caught in her throat. A soft smile framed his lips and made her blush. Her insides started to feel warm and fuzzy. Time seemed to slow down as she glanced back down at the box. Slowly, she tugged off the blue ribbon tied to the top and opened it to reveal a silver necklace with a miniature cat paw fastened around it. “I wanted you to have something to remember me by,” Chat said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “You are one of the few people with whom I feel like I can be myself around and I ...” He unzipped the neck of his suit to reveal that he was wearing a similar necklace.  “Wanted to -” but he was interrupted by Marinette grabbing him and pulling him into a fierce hug. “Chat it’s wonderful.” Letting go of him she carefully pulled it from the box and put it around her neck. The joy that lit up on his face made Marinette start to blush a deeper shade of red.

“Chat I … I don’t know what to say … thank you.”

Chat smiled and internally began to coach himself. He had been trying to work up his nerve all night, and it was now or never.

“Actually I-“ he began before his voice sputtered out and failed him.

“You what?” Marinette asked looking at him.

Ok breathe Adrien, breathe, Chat thought to himself. “There was something, I wanted, to tell you.” he forced out, staring at his lap. Marinette nodded encouraging him to go on. Taking it slowly, he continued,  ”I was head over heels when I first met Ladybug, I don’t think I had ever admired someone so much. But, ever since I’ve started coming here, I’ve noticed that, I don’t look at Ladybug the same way. She is still my close and trusted companion, but I don’t … feel the same way, about her anymore. Because I’ve found that there’s someone else who makes me light up whenever I see them. Someone who is kind, caring, and compassionate. Who can make any day seem, better, and inspires me to be a nicer person. And that’s …  you ... Marinette.”  He finally raised his eyes to meet hers and was met with a small smile that crept up towards the corners of her mouth.

“Chat …” Marinette began, and then stopped. She had always brushed off his comments thinking that being flirty was just a part of who he was, but now. He was just so sweet, like Adrien. Gosh, she finally had worked up the resolve to tell Adrien tomorrow at the dance how she felt, and now, she was caught between him and Chat. She looked around his face and met that same smile and her insides began melting. She hesitated for a moment, questioning if this was really how she felt, but her heart had made up its mind. “I also liked someone else,” she started. “But, thinking back on these past few weeks, I’ve grown quite fond of you too Chat.” She said smiling.

Chat felt a warm glow begin to build in his chest. A giddiness in his heart that he hadn’t quite felt since his mother disappeared. He leaned in, their faces becoming dangerously close, but hesitated. His moment of indecisiveness was broken when Marinette threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips crashed together and Chat felt electrified. A soft purr began emanating from the back of his throat. He felt his hands reach up to grab the back of her head, pulling her in closer. Her hair felt so soft, he wondered how anything like that was even possible. The moment was all too short and before he knew it, Marinette had pulled back, breathless and blushing. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the humming that began vibrating out him and he held her in a tight embrace.

“Merry Christmas Chat,” Marinette whispered.

“Merry Christmas”

[captainkaithr]

It was only a matter of time

 By which I mean wow I’ve been in this fandom somewhere over a year and

Uh

dropping this and running

And Your Bird Can Sing

[ao3] [DA]

There is a tourist in the street below the rooftop where Ladybug and Chat Noir lie sprawled across each other in the late afternoon sun.

They can tell it’s a tourist – and a British one, at that – by the lyrics they belt out in a fine, strong voice that’s only lightly accented, though not in the way of the original singer.

“Tell me that you’ve got everything you want and your bird can sing, but you don’t get me, you don’t get me.”

Chat Noir purrs as Ladybug’s fingers work their way through his hair, and his tail slaps lightly at the roof.

Ladybug breathes out the next line of lyrics with the tourist. “You say you’ve seen seven wonders and your bird is green, but you can’t see me, you can’t see me.”

Chat Noir feels the vibration of the words from where he’s lying with his head on her belly, and smiles softly. “You know the Beatles, my Lady?” He turns so it’s his chin resting on her stomach, looking up towards her face.

She raises her head from where it’s pillowed on her other arm and opens her eyes to regard him with a soft, sleepy gaze, their colour mirroring the clear sky above. “Not all that well.”

“Not a purrsonal acquaintance of them.” Chat Noir smirks. “No secret underground insects club?”

Ladybug’s eyes crinkles as she let out a laugh that seems to Chat almost as bright as the day itself. “Silly kitty.” Her hand plays about his cat ears, and he can feel the tug through the clips and faintly through the ears themselves.

He shakes his head – not that the feeling’s sore or uncomfortable, just strange – and she drops her hand to his neck.

The tourist has moved on, out of earshot. Or perhaps they’d simply stopped singing.

“You don’t deny it.” Chat sets his palms into the ground and stretches out his shoulders, raising himself from leaning on her.

“If it’s a secret…” Ladybug smiles slyly as she sat up, shifting to sit by Chat.

Chat grins back at her, turning to sit properly beside her and facing the same way. Almost unerringly – as every time they stop to sit – they’re facing the Eiffel Tower, and its tip seems to scratch a spider—spun line of cloud across the sky.

Ladybug lifts her head to the sun and sighs in contentment, leaning her head against Chat’s shoulder.

Chat tilts his head against hers, claws braced against the rooftop to support them both.

“I always thought it was a sad song,” Ladybug murmurs, almost to herself.

“My Lady?” Chat lifts his head, tilting to look down at her.

Ladybug draws patterns on the rooftop with her right index finger, on the side he isn’t by. “To have all that stuff, have seen everything… and not see the singer. Or have them.” She sighs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m projecting. It’s a very upbeat song.”

Chat Noir watches her. “Projecting, my Lady? You have everything you could possibly want, Bugaboo?” He clasps a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”

“I have you, don’t I, Kitty?” She flashes a look at him. “You’re right here. I see you.”

“Always, Bugaboo.” Not completely, he wants to say, and almost does. You could have all of me, if you asked.

Ladybug hums the song some more as she relaxes into Chat Noir’s side, and they stay like that for a while. Chat Noir could happily stay like that forever, but…

“I should be going,” Ladybug says eventually as she stands, stretching her legs and brushing dust from them.

“Yeah.” So should he, as a matter of fact. A photoshoot in five minutes. Seeing Ladybug as they were setting up had been a stroke of luck. Another (even bigger) stroke had been convincing the staff that he would be back in time, convincing them to have some time to himself.

If Nathalie had been there, he’d doubted he could’ve managed it. At least the Gorilla was easily pulled into helping set up.

Chat Noir stands, and his tail flicks to coil about a leg and then hang free.

“See you around, Kitty. This was nice.” Ladybug flashes him that smile that seems designed to take his breath away.

“My Lady,” he calls after her, almost too late.

As it is, she’s standing on the edge of the roof, yoyo string in hand as the yoyo itself whirs at her side. She turns to face him, mask pulled about her eyes as if an enquiring eyebrow has pulled it up from underneath.

“The song. They’ll find each other. In the end.” He gazes at her, hoping she’ll read between the lines of what he’s trying to say.

“In the end,” she agrees, and is gone.

Chat hopes that’s a promise to him, as well.

 ~

The song stays stuck in Adrien’s head throughout the whole photoshoot, but he’s practised at doing his job when his mind is elsewhere.

He catches himself humming it in class the next day, too, tapping his pen to the beat.

“Didn’t take you for a fan of the Beatles,” Nino says, as they leave for lunch.

Adrien shrugs, looping his bag over his shoulder. “It’s catchy. I heard someone singing it yesterday, and…”

“Go on,” Alya hisses behind them, almost too low to catch.

“It – uh – that – it’s And Your Bird Can Sing, right?” Mari interjects from behind them. “The song. Not that I was listening in or anything, but you’ve been humming it all day and you have a beautiful voice and I–”

Adrien can just about hear her jaw smacking shut.

“It’s been in my head, too,” she says, in a small voice.

Adrien turns to smile at her. “You know it?” He wonders where she heard it, maybe the same tourist walked into her family bakery singing it, and the image softens his smile even more.

Mari jerks her head up to stare at him, her face flushing, and opens her mouth as if to say something else. Instead she almost chokes and drops her gaze back to the floor, fiddling with her small clutch.

Alya is standing at Mari’s shoulder, and not so subtly nudges her.

Mari nods, rapidly, which makes her pigtails bounce against her shoulders. “Not – not that well, but…” She flicks her head up to meet his gaze, cheeks a brilliant, Ladybug red. “I know them. When I hear them.”

There’s something in that gaze, Adrien muses, that looks so very familiar. Maybe it’s just that he’s been getting to know her more, but…

No. It must just be that her flushed cheeks are Ladybug red, make it look almost mask-like about her blue eyes. They’re almost as blue as Ladybug’s, like bluebells rather than the limitless sky. Beautiful in their own way, but…

Not his Lady’s.

You can’t see me, you can’t see

me

[the-daily-life-of-obsidia]

Story Time 2 (I’m so sorry)

My name is Paw-tricia. I’m a very tail-ented and punny cat, but nobody seems to see how claw-ver I am. I purr-sonally think that my puns are paw-some, but everyone else only crit-hiss-izes me. Not only are my jokes purr-fect, you should see my gift giving skills. I only get the best fur the best. I mean, you’d have to be kitten to say you don’t like some nice mice-meat on your paw-llow (haha, yeah, no? Ok understandable) Anyway, you’ll just have to believe me when I say that I’m the best cat you’ll ever meet (because I am).

Here’s my other cat (no her name is not Patricia, sorry) 😸

[wildthingpet-blog]

One Cat’s Eye-Witness Accounting of the Benefits of CBD for Feline Fitness

Let me introduce myself: my name is Obi, and I am a cat unlike any other.

 My hobbies include naps, yoga, hunting butterflies and watching hockey – Go Vegas Golden Knights!  I consider myself something of a hybrid. I’m a scientist by day, testing the limits of gravity and case studying the biological importance of sleep.  At night, I write about the lives of cats (all nine of them!).

 Wild Thing Pets has hired me on for some ‘Cat Tales’, and I couldn’t be more honored to share my paws-itive experiences with you and your furry feline friends. You can Shop CBD for Dogs at Wild Thing Pets.

 Like many of your pets, I’ve had my lion’s share of health issues.  Life is full of risks, especially when you’re talking about health.  Sickness, injury, disease, they’re almost unavoidable.  Even cats have trouble landing back on their feet (when it comes to health of course, we ALWAYS land on our actual feed).  These health problems can scurry about within the walls of your body, gnawing on all the important wires, getting into rooms they’re not supposed, and they steal little bits of what doesn’t belong to them: your health, your time, your life.

 It may sound like I’m talking about mice, and you wouldn’t be wrong.  Just like those troublesome vermin, injury and illness can be tough to pounce on… but you can outsmart them if you think like a cat

 When I was a young furball, I used to struggle with many medications and vitamins.  These were supposed to help me stay healthy, but I had a sensitive stomach and I couldn’t keep anything down long enough for the positive effects.  Eventually, my human got frustrated and then switched tactics to a “wait and see” approach whenever I got sick or injured. Sometimes this worked, but more often than not I’d just be uncomfortable and my health suffered.   This went on for a while, until I started to develop more serious health problems like dermatitis, gastrointestinal issues, irritable bowel syndrome and sleep deprivation.  Suffice to say, I was not a happy kitten.

 My human didn’t like watching me struggle, especially at such a young age, but he was also wary of upsetting my system even further with more medications.  I felt too sick to just “patiently wait it out”, but I was also too sensitive and weak to be able to handle another round of medications.  I was like a mouse, caught between a cat and a corner (geez, what a role reversal!).

 So what did we do?

 Don’t worry, I’ll explain all that later on in this cat’s tale.  I wanted to take a moment to say that I don’t blame my human for hesitating.  Health is individual – what works for some might not have the same effects for others.  I shouldn’t have had so many reactions to the medicine that was supposed to help me, but as I said: I’m a one-of-a-kind cat.  It took some time, but like any good hunter, my human was patient and eventually he pounced on the problem.

 I love my human, and I think he’s the cat’s-pajamas.  Since I don’t have a picture of him – because I’m a cat, I don’t own a camera – here’s a picture of me, a cat, laying on his pajamas:

 And then there was CBD.

 I mentioned that I was going to explain how my human and I figured out how to remedy my worsening conditions. The answer is simple, and it’s only three letters: CBD.  I used to think that this was an acronym for “Cats = Better (than) Dogs”, but it turns out that the ‘Cannabidiol’ stuff that my human took for himself was also a life-changing remedy for me!  One of my human’s co-workers came over after work one day, and upon hearing of my health issues she enlightened my human that CBD is great for people and their pets.  “Don’t you already use CBD? Why don’t you just do the same for little Obi?!” she said.  My human looked at her like a cat looks at a tub filled with water: “That stuff is safe for animals too?!” he said while scratching his head in disbelief.

 We didn’t realize it at the time, but my human and I had just crossed one of the major thresholds in our journey towards better health.  CBD is often thought of as a semi-mystical, forbidden herbal medicine that does not have enough research to back it up.  Diving even further into the matter, CBD is simply not even considered as an option by many pets or their humans.  This could be due to the fact that it was only recently Federally legalized.  Cannabidiol is not a novel healing concept – it has been widely used for many years, in many different countries.  CBD does come from illicit crops such as cannabis, but it is also found in Hemp – a plant that the U.S. Federal Government made legal in December 2018.  The Hemp Farming Act was passed late last year, and in so doing removed Hemp from the Schedule I of Controlled Substances and made Hemp a legal, agricultural commodity.

 The difference between THC and CBD isn’t just in the letters…

 CBD is non-psychoactive, can be included in any diet for any cat, and as long as it’s dosed properly it can be side-effect free.  One of the best parts of using hemp-derived Cannabidiol is that it has little-to-no THC in it.  Tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) is one of the main causes of the “high” or psychoactive experiences that is associated with cannabis consumption.  As a result, the U.S. Federal Government recognized the benefits of Hemp as a source for CBD, without the negative connotations surrounding cannabis and its potential for high-THC concentrations.

 We cats like to perch up high and look down on all you other forms of life, and we occasionally get “wide eyed” with some catnip.  However, cats should not be “getting high” from their medicine.  Hemp CBD can be isolated on its own so that your feline doesn’t  feel the effects, but even when THC is present – such as in a full-spectrum CBD product – Cannabidiol works to negate the psychoactive properties associated with Tetrahydrocannabinol.

 Now that we understand some of the pros of CBD, you still might have some questions.  What are the cons? Not to play ‘devil’s advo-cat’, but I definitely had my concerns too when my human started giving me CBD oil.  What are the risks of CBD use? Since it’s so newly legislated, how can we be sure CBD is safe and effective for long-term use? Are there any research studies supporting Cannabidiol as a remedy for furballs, like myself?  These questions are all valid, and the fact that Hemp-derived CBD was so recently regulated means that supporting research and public knowledge will be released over the coming years.

 CBD users – both people and their pets – are at the forefront of health supplementation.  Although it will take time for CBD to become acclimated into society, this plant and its fur-midable healing properties have been used for decades.  There are many professionals and consumers alike that are coming around to the benefits of Cannabidiol, and I am purr-oud to be counted among them.

 As I mentioned, I used to have quite an a-paw-ling list of conditions that affected my quality of life.  My insides were all out of sorts, which caused my skin to become itchy and inflamed, all resulting in a lot of stress and anxiety.  Each symptom seemed to exacerbate the others and I found myself caught in an endless loop (like a “dog chasing its tail”, yikes!).

 I was nervous about trying a new medicine, and I prepared for another trip to the vet when I would undoubtedly have another bad reaction.  But with just a few drops under my tongue, a couple on my favorite treats, and a few on the itchy sores on my skin I didn’t feel… anything! After only a couple of days of including CBD in my daily routine, I noticed my appetite was getting back to normal because my stomach felt at ease again.  In no time, my skin and coat looked more healthy (I wasn’t itchy anymore!)  Like my fur in the spring, I shed my anxiety and insomnia.  I was a healthy kitten, and since then I’ve grown into a handsome, fit and happy adult cat.

 I am a beneficiary of CBD, and although my ailments weren’t life-threatening I understand that there are many cats out there whose 9-lives are full of suffering.  It is a sad truth of the lives of pets, but debilitating injuries and illnesses like arthritis, liver/kidney diseases, diabetes and cancer are very common.  We cats don’t often concern ourselves with the plights of others – it’s nothing purr-sonal, we’re just magnificent, solitary, and independent creatures.  Nonetheless, I want to extend a paw to my fellow felines and offer my testimonial for hemp-derived Cannabidiol.  Any supplement that works to both treat and prevent many of life’s ailments sounds too good to be true, but with CBD it’s just a natural reality.

 Looking to Shop CBD for cats, consider Wild Thing Pets.

 Thank you for reading my story, and I hope this cat’s tale has helped change your cat-titude towards CBD.  I’ll be back with more paw-esome advice on CBD real soon, but until then…