#such good cat dads

[shieldofiron]

Billy is peeled to the window.

“They’re going to remove his eye,” The volunteer tells Steve, “So you could take him home but need to bring him back for surgery.”

Billy’s hand is held to the small holes of the cage, where a paw is reaching out for him. He’s making soft cooing noises, happy little sounds.

“If you take him, he has a daily medication. He can be skittish around men, loud noises,” The volunteer lowers her voice, “We believe he was abused, and either escaped, or was a stray unlucky enough to meet someone cruel.”

They weren’t planning on picking up a cat today. Steve had just heard from Robin that the humane society was waiving fees to clear out the animals.

Billy had been drawn to this cage, the orange tabby with the eye so swollen red, it made Steve wince. Like a magnet, he’d gone to that cage and hardly moved.

“We’ll take him,” Steve says, “The medications, all of it. We’ll do it.”

“Oh! Thank you. There’s a few forms-“ The volunteer is still talking, but Steve doesn’t hear.

His boyfriend’s face, and the cats, have both turned to him. There’s a light in both of their eyes that Steve is instantly a sucker for.

He kneels down next to Billy and reaches for the paw, “You named him yet?”

“We’ll he’s got a little cone, for his eye,” Billy smiles, “Maybe he’s a Scoops.”

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Just a little Harringrove cat adoption fluff because I took home a new kitty today.

[appleboxdog]

I love these fools so much. I hope in the end they stay together or keep in touch. I heart them its like the dad who didn’t want a cat but loves the cat

[reichurine]

senior manager cat dad

og idea tweet

[spicy-apple-pie]

Guys… Don’t blame me, blame the TikTokers who put the “Moo” “Shut up.” “Meow” panel in their “Batfam being goofy” slide shows.

Sometimes I think about how Damian’s pets would respond to his absence after his death. And how heartbreaking it is for Bruce.

Like, when he gets home from patrol, Titus is waiting patiently by the door to his office. The dog stands and greet Bruce, sniffing his hand before expectingly looking to the clock for another to come out. He’ll stay there, watching the clock vigilantly for the whole night. The only thing that gets him to move is the sound of his breakfast. He’ll race down to the kitchen and look around, searching for his boy.

Bruce can relate. When he goes down to the cave, he expects to hear Damian clicking his tongue, huffing that he was late. Again.

Bruce buys a dog bed to put in his office for Titus. He looks so lonely and cold on the hard wood.

Alfred (the cat) is less upfront about her grief. She spends her days snuggled in Damian’s unmade bed (untouched. Just how he left it). She’s quiet for most of the day. She looks offended when Bruce disturbs her peace with his presence. God forbid he grief his son. At night, she wakes Bruce up with her horrible yowling. They somehow sound painful. After 20 whole minutes, he goes to check on her. “What do you want?” He asks, his patience thin. “He’s gone, alright!” Bruce spits out, Alfred looks at him blankly. “He’s gone.”

Bruce slumps back to bed, only to hear Alfred’s howls pick up again.

One night, after a particularly restless patrol, Bruce picks her up and plonks her on his bed and gets himself under the covers. He doesn’t expect Alfred to stay, much less snuggle up next to him while purring.

“I know.” He whispers to her. “I miss him too.”

Batcow doesn’t leave her barn very often. Bruce takes over the usual chores in Damian’s stead. No matter how much it hurts. Batcow used to stand up to greet him, but she doesn’t move very much anymore. Bruce tries to cheer her up, but only realizes that he has no idea how to pet a cow. He tries sitting with her.

He remembers how one morning, the first snowfall since Batcow arrived, Bruce was convinced that Damian was kidnapped. Damian was acting as his usual self the night before, they didn’t fight (and Damian was not one to passively aggressively insist that he’s fine) he was about to report a missing child when Alfred suggested he look for him in the barn.

Sure enough, there he was. He was leaned up against Batcow, her head twisted into his lap. He chuckled at the sight of a blanket barely being able to cover Batcow’s rear, but Damian still laid it there anyway. Bruce laid his coat over Damian, who shivered every so often, careful not to disturb Batcow.

His jacket smelt like a barn yard. It took a couple of washes to get it out.

Slowly, Batcow lifted her head, looked at Bruce, and settled into his lap.

He understood why Damian liked cuddling with her so much, the weight was comforting.

When Damian returns, he cannot find a moments peace from his animals. Titus is constantly following him around. For a while, Damian could only throw a stick so far for catch. If Titus deemed it too far away, he would only look at Damian. Acting as if Damian would disappear if he wasn’t in his line of sight for a certain amount of time.

Alfred (the cat) is worse. She’ll invite herself into Damian’s lap wherever she could. Rubbing against him and purring. She demanded that Damian carry her around, twisting in Damian’s hold whenever he tried to put her down.

Batcow comes barreling out of the barn when Damian calls for her, barely slowing down in time to not trample him. She’s slobbering all over him and licking his face. Damian has to take a shower right after.

Like I said, don’t blame me, blame TikTok.

[salmon-elle]

Battle of the cat dads

The cat distribution system is working wonders

(-now please kiss and make up)

[hemi-demi]

I saw this post and had to draw this. It’s too perfect for Captain.

[meltedmush]

I’m so Erha pilled right now,,, I’ve been listening to 怎配 by 镜予歌 on repeat,,, AND I’M SOBBING

[irishmammonagenda]

"Mams, I have some news for you." You say, hands behind your back at a weird angle, clearly hiding something.

"Not now, MC, the Great Mammon's busy." The Avatar of Greed dismisses you in an attempt to take his focus away from the way he perked up like a lovesick puppy when he heard your voice.

"But Mams, it's super important."

Mammon looks up from his DDD and stares at you expectantly, when he once more realises he's behaving like a lovesick puppy, he stares at his nails instead, scoffing. "This better be good, human. Do ya think I have all day?! Cus I don't!"

"But Mams! You're a dad now! You have to make time for your family!"

Mammon splutters, dropping his phone and falling off of his bed. "I'm a WHAT??!!! MC who's lyin' to ye! I'm not a dad!!!"

"Yes you are!" You bring your arms out from behind your back to reveal a small little black blob with small little golden horns, wearing an equally small black top hat with yellow accents.

"Papa!" Little D No.2 exclaims from your arms.

"ARRRGH!! The Great Mammon is not yer papa Little D!!!" Mammon shouts, attempting to cover the blush on his face.

You pout, Little D No.2 mirrors your expression. "But Mams! He's the spitting image of you! He's even got your horns! Are you abandoning our child?!"

"Yeah, Papa are you abandoning our chil-...wait hold on I am the child-....Yeah! Papa are you abandoning yer child?!"

"See! He even talks like you! He said yer!"

"T-t-that proves nothin'!! I-I'm not a dad!" Mammon splutters.

You look at him sulkily. "D-do you not wanna have a family with us...I mean how could you say no to this face?" You pinch Little D No.2's cheek and push him out towards the Second Born. "He's adorable! He gets it from you!"

"Fine! I'm a dad! Now please....stop poutin'?" Mammon almost pouts himself before his learned bravado makes another show. "Ahem...! What I was tryna say was....I, the Great Mammon don't care if you pout or not!"

Little D No.2 stage whispers to you. "Psst, what Mammon means to say is that he's so deeply unequivocally in love with you he hardly knows what to do with himself!"

Mammon sputters and shouts something in protest, but you just grin. "Awww! I love you too Mams!"

Mammon subconsciously preens at the praise before staring daggers at a sniggering Little D No.2 as you cradle it in your arms like a baby and coo to it things like 'You look so much like your papa! Yes you do!' and tap its little top hat before booping the small creature's nose, or where a nose should be on a Little D.

Mammon cracks a soft smile watching the scene; not that he'd ever admit it. Even though Little D No.2 was a little shit, he wouldn't mind someday having little shits of his own with you and starting an actual family, except he hoped they'd look like you.

[ghostbsuter]

Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.

A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.

"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"

He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.

Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.

The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.

"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."

Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.

"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.

The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.

"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.

While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.

He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.

"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.

"I don't remember telling you."

Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"

"Danny."

He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.

"See ya, Arsenal."

They're long gone when Arsenal huffs, laughing.

"Until next time, Danny."

[the-owl-tree]

how can you be mad at this guy, he makes dad jokes

[puppyeared]

Vicús cat vessel from Peru (200 BCE - 600CE)

Pop cat (2020)

[raileurta]

Dad unicron

There's not enough fics centered or addressing that Earth's core is unicron in transformers fanfiction. Transformers give off some sort of radiation so unicron must gives offs a lot of it. Who's to say that wouldn't affect life or specifically humanity in some way? Maybe it's why we act so similar to transformers, the reason we are so destructive, why we're so violent, so.... chaotic.

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When unicron first woke up he should have hated all the organics covering his form especially these "humans" but he did not. In truth he felt rather.... fond of them. The more he watched humanity the more he couldn't help but fall more in love. He liked our capacity for violence, the way we destroyed his brother's creations, our grit, but also liked our softer sides; the way we personify objects, how much we love sugar, the way we get excited over menial things.

Humanity was quite a mystery in what they felt and or did at any time for anything. It was quite literally chaos. While we are still quite young he couldn't help but feel proud of our race achievements.

When earth is reduced to husk and no being lived there he can't wait to break out this rocky shell to meet his creations face to helm.

[airoarts]

Leader and deputy

[Image description: a digital painting of Squirrelstar and Ivypool from Warriors. Squirrelstar is a small dark red cat with green eyes, standing in front of the much taller Ivypool, a gray tabby-and-white cat with blue eyes and many battle scars. The background is dark blue. end ID]

[cry-ptidd]

Cuddling & actual intimacy

[jumalanpelko]

First chapter uwu

[cellyjubes]

saw this tweet and immediately thought of their dynamic in mgs4