#she is purring

[kawaiijohn]

Samoa ma'am I have to PEE

[medicus-felini]

To everyone's honor, Linn is being in quite the annoying mood. Endearingly annoying. She can't quite tell why but is yearning for attention. If someone would spare a lap or pat, this feline would be quite the satisfied kitty.

[lemme-just-oops]

GUYS

I BEFRIENDED THE MOST SKITTISH NEIGHBOURHOOD CAT

I CAN BEAT GOD WITH MY CAT MAGNET

[pangur-and-grim]

oh, my beloved croissant.....

[followthebluebell]

fuck fine guess i'm not making my bed today because Saia looks like she wishes I was dead for even THINKING about taking her blankie away from her.

[s0fter-sin]

alpha!ghost who's always hated the sound of an omega's purr; he’s always found it patronising, manipulative, an attempt to twist his biology - twist him - into submission like he's some animal

until he hears soap purr for the first time and it's about as choppy and comforting as a machine gun. there's nothing smooth about it, nothing seductive or wily; it's broken and guttural and the most honest noise ghost's ever heard outside his own growls

he doesn't use it to coo him into complacency, doesn't try to bend him to his will or smooth over his bristles. he's never tried to distract ghost from his anger, never used his intrinsic control over him to gentle him. hell, he seems to forget he can even do it, ghost hears it so rarely. it's only a touch above his growls, subharmonic and demanding attention instead of the pretty titter of a pampered omega

ghost hears it for the first time when he’s covered in blood not his, after he slits an enemy pinning him down from navel to chin; dark blood instantly soaking him. the body’s practically cool with blood loss already when he tosses it aside and rolls to his feet to find soap stock still, staring at him with a feral gleam in his eyes

he drops his jaw with a deep inhale, rolling the scent of blood and pissed alpha pheromones in his mouth and his chest rumbles with all the subtlety of a chainsaw

it's suddenly all ghost can do to keep himself from dragging the body and dropping it at soap's feet like a courting gift of old; to carve out his heart and rich organs and present them for his approval, to hold them to his mouth and never break eye contact as he takes his first bloody bite

ghost shakes it off, strangling the chuff trying to claw out his throat, and heads for the rv point and feels absolutely nothing when soap falls into step behind him without a word; his purr that more closely mimics an alpha's rumble an echoing memory

soap's far from a meek, compliant omega and he's no conniving prince wrapping alphas around his finger either; he's just as much a protector, an aggressor, as any alpha. he's never been ashamed of his instincts; never shied away from nuzzling into price's throat, purring for his pack alpha with no regard to the uncomfortable crowd surrounding them. never hesitates to wrap gaz up and drop him in his nest when the beta reeks of stress and sickly insomnia

and he never stops himself from baring his fangs with a guttural hiss whenever another omega dares to purr at ghost

it's a threat and a warning in one; something only the most foolish omega would ignore. he knows ghost has a complex relationship with omegas, knows it isn't something so pathetic as biological prejudice. something about omegas makes his lt's scent go flat and steely, as close to distress as he thinks he can manage and it makes something dark and old rise in his chest

territorial rage broils off him, strong enough to make the omega whine and back off with their tail between their legs without even taking a step towards them. the scent is sour and pungent enough to drown out ghost's subtle distressed smell, to hide it, and it makes him snort; shaking his head to try and clear it

soap all but trots up beside him, chirping in greeting. he sneezes playfully, lets him know the rage scent wasn't for him; never for him. he replaces it with happy-friend-pack, replaces it with nitroglycerin and burning sparklers and butts his forehead against his sternum instead of crowding into his throat and purring the way he wants to

he earned his way into ghost's pack, into becoming an omega not just accepted but welcomed and he won't jeopardise his hard won progress by pushing his purr on him

he lifts his head and grins as ghost cups his nape in a faux-scruff, something offensive and borderline taboo and if he were anyone else, he'd rip his hand off with his teeth. but it's ghost and ghost does strange things, things that reassure him on a deeper level than any purr or chirp could ever hope to, so soap presses into his gentling hand and bares his teeth in the thinnest facsimile of a smile at the retreating omega

all ghost has to do is aim him in the right direction and he'd bring the omega back to him in pieces; would gift him their torn out throat so they could never purr at him again

his chest rumbles subconsciously and soap gnashes his teeth, forcing his purr back down when ghost squeezes his nape

he thumps his temple into his and a puff of air tickles his ear, the closest thing soap's ever heard to a chuff from him and he couldn't stop his purr if he tried; choppy and broken as it is

you inhale enough explosive fumes and it's bound to damage something

ghost huffs again and soap presses up to nibble appeasingly at his clothed jaw, a question and an apology in each bite

ghost just takes the tip of his ear between his teeth, shaking it with a teasing growl and soap laughs as he tackles him just for ghost to bow over his back and wrap his arms around his waist; effortlessly picking him up and tossing him away

soap stays low and growls right back, a wild smile splitting his face. ghost meets him with a sneeze and his grin grows impossibly wider

if he can't hunt for his alpha, can't purr for him with blood on his teeth, he'll happily wrestle with him instead

[trekbitch]

i love spock with cats just like everyone and i don’t know how much y’all know about cat body language but i felt this would be important to share

this cat is extremely happy (understandable), she’s slow blinking (sign that she’s content/comfortable) and even making biscuits a little bit (the way she clenched her paws like she’s kneading, another sign of comfort/that she trusts the person she’s with)

and i can’t find any other clips but you can tell the whole episode that the cat actor is just so excited to be there

anyways that wasn’t really important i just think it’s nice

[archiepelago]

[sergle]

making LEAPS and BOUNDS with the feral kitten!! tonight I managed to slowly move her food onto my lap to encourage her to put her paws on me while she ate, and once that clicked, she kept kneading on my hands and my legs. I've already broken the seal w/ being able to touch her, but getting HER to touch ME seems huge, I think she's been really needing that, since I don't know how long it's been since she's been around her family. wooo progress!!! p.s. I don't have any pictures yet, bc whenever I'm with her, I'm playing a youtube video of cat purrs / trills to calm her down, and if I go to take a picture it'll pause the video. but I WILL take a picture of her soon!

[ageofbajabule]

i’m howling like a wolf

I miss her

[amymbona]

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[project-sekai-facts]

According to 4koma #232, Kohane has the ability to purr.

[ibikus]

did it hurt? when you found out that you're daydreaming and making up fictional scenarios to self-soothe all day? yeah.

[holyblanchett]

White tank top is doing the lords work

[l3viat8an]

Psspsspsspss giving Levi or Solomon or Simeon or anybody headpats?????? 

How about giving all three headpats? (≧∀≦)ﾉ

These are short ‘n silly!- cuz I feel like everybodys done headpat hcs ‘n I couldn’t think of anything super original sjkhdks

Solomon ↓

Solomon is- well- honestly he’s a lot like a cat!

‘n ya know, touch-staved-

As soon as your hand touches Solomon’s head he lets out a pleased little hum, that sounds an awful lot like he’s purring and smiles softly.

He’ll even tilt his head and push against your hand so you have to keep patting his head or run your fingers through his hair.

I hope you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon because the second you do Solomon’s pouting and asking for more headpats!

Levi ↓

Leviathan.exe has stopped working; please consider turning him off and back on again :)

Kidding, kidding!!!-

Although Levi does go a little stiff at first and he’s just…… staring at you, confused, because you’re willingly touching him?- Him??? He’s weird and gross and he’s, him and- and he’s turning red in the face while he panics internally, before he can finally stutter out, “W-what?! Wh-why??” trying to ask you what you're doing.

When you answered that you just felt like giving him headpats, he gets even redder! Before huffing that you have to warn him next time!!! His heart can’t take sneak attacks!!!

But plz give him more headpats he loves them <3

Simeon ↓

His hair is sooo, sooo soft!!!! Like omgomg so soft! *ahem* anywayz- moving on-

Simeon loves headpats!!! I mean, really, what’s not to love about them???

When he gets headpats, you get to see the sweetest, happiest smile ever on his face and he melts into your touch!

He’ll also give you headpats at random times and then angle his head towards you trying to get more headpats in return!!!

[strongermonster]

see now i know my cat knows Good vs Wrong behaviours because i caught her gnawing at a plant today, and i didn't say a single thing— didn't yell, didn't use a Tone, didn't even move at all. just stood there with my hands on my hips until she noticed me, and then she jumped and bolted out of the room, and is now doing the "ohhh hello mommy!! my best friend whomst i love dearly! look at how big my eyes can go, listen to how loud i can purr! :3 i am just your special little angel who would neverrr be bad :33"