#the purring cat and the hyperactive dog

[layla4567]

You give Bob/Sentry a pet

Headcanons with a short blurb at the end

If you gave him a cat:

-It would be a calm cat (not an orange one lol) and neither too adult nor too baby.

-You will help him give it a nice name and together you will buy a collar.

-You had heard that a cat's purr can regulate emotions and even cure diseases, so you realized it was perfect for him.

-And when he can't sleep his little kitten is always near his legs purring softly, calming him.

-Twice a week, you visit him to see how he's doing and if he's adjusting to the new pet. You bring him balanced food just in case and stay and play with his cat.

"Hi Bob!, how you doing?". Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor of his apartment as you opened the door with one hand and held a bag with the other.

He turned around looking at you with a smile "Oh you're early! Let me help you with that" Bob ran to your side taking the bag from your hands helping you come in.

You thanked him tenderly "Yup, I had nothing to do so I took the opportunity to buy things for Cucumber while I came here" you said laughing

The cat was already stretching from the couch and came to your side, meowing curiously. You bent down to stroke his back, which he acknowledged with a loud purr. Bob smiled delightedly at your presence and how well you got along with his pet.

"He is always happy to see you, I think you are his favorite" He said

"Only the cat is happy to see me?" you said mischievously.

Bob smiled and looked down shyly. "No, of course not."

Minutes later, the two of you were sitting on the couch sorting through the bag. Cucumber was between you, sniffing the contents of the plastic bag and tickling your fingers. You had bought a stuffed mouse, some pet food, and a dewormer. The happy kitten began to play with his new toy as if it were prey while Bob and you filled his food and water bowl.

Bob always thanked you for coming to take care of his cat, and secretly of him too.

If you gave him a dog:

-I imagine him with an emotional support dog, like a golden retriever or something, a big dog that you can hug like a person.

-Golden retrievers are very clever at detecting human emotions. The dog always knows when Bob isn't feeling well and always approaches him to lick his face or hands.

-The dog also helps keep him happy, as they're quite hyperactive. Bob is forced to leave the house more often to take him for walks and buy him food.

-Sometimes he goes out late to a square with the dog to distract himself and play ball with his pet since he doesn't have space at home.

-However, sometimes the dog can be a bit overwhelming for him, as he never seems to stop playing, but he quickly understands that there are times to rest. Bob's favorite time is sleeping with the dog in his bed.

That day, you were a little late arriving at Bob's apartment; time had completely slipped by, so you ran over to his house. You already had your keys, so you walked right in, your tongue hanging out from all the running.

You noticed that everything was quiet, and it seemed strange to you. He hadn't told you he was going out or anything, so you got worried. You searched the kitchen until you reached his room, and what you saw melted your heart. Bob was taking a nap in his bed, cuddling the dog who was resting his head on his shoulder.

You didn't want to wake them, but the dog sensed your presence and jumped up to come to you and put his paws on your belly, greeting you with a happy wagging tail. Bob, alerted by the absence of his pet, slowly stretched and opened his eyes, still sleepy.

"Ah, is that you" He said softly

"Yes, sorry. I was late and didn't mean to wake you up. But it seems this rascal gave me away." You said laughing

"Don't be sorry, now you're here. That's all that matters"

Bob shuffled to his feet, his hair a mess, and his eyelids threatening to droop again. He looked so handsome in that state. You gently smoothed away a few stray hairs.

He offered you coffee, and you both sat down at the table to eat breakfast, while the golden retriever rested his paws on your thighs, waiting for something to eat. You couldn't resist his brown eyes, so you gave him a piece of toast.

Hours later, you two, along with the dog on a leash, went to a square to walk, run, and play. The energetic dog made you run several times to chase a squirrel or pigeons that had gathered to eat bread. At one point, the mischievous little dog started running around you both, wrapping you in the leash as if you were a Christmas present. Your legs got tangled up, and you both fell to the ground, Bob on top of you.

He was very embarrassed and babbled insults and incoherent apologies, but you just laughed and consoled him. It seemed like the dog had clear intentions; he was very clever indeed.

[thunder-point]

So, Cole, in your hybrid universe, do you think there are two types of people: those who suppress their animal parts and those who take great pains to enjoy and cherish their animal parts? and do you think that due to a wrong viewpoint of seeing human as superior to animals has led to this division of 'them vs. us' where in fact you're supposed to fight your animal parts and use only your human ones as much as you can? And do you think Phum's parents definitely have this oppressive worldview and have probably punished Phum for showing his animal part? And so for years and years the only times Phum has allowed himself to be a full-on dog hybrid is when he's fighting/really fucking angry? But Peem did not grow up like that and was taught to cherish and love his animal side so he never suppresses those animal urges (for example: what you said about him never suppressing his purring) AND which is why Phum's kinda stingy behaviour towards his own dog side rubs him the wrong way? And Phum finally and ONLY lets out his soft dog side with Peem apart from Fang?? And when Peem witnesses that side of Phum for the first time he CATCHES FEELINGS FASTER THAN YOU COULD SAY 'DOG'???

uhm. anyway.

You know what I think, Alan? I think you're a goddamn genius and you should just marry me already because you already made me whipped for you and continue doing so every day.

This is. It's amazing. I have no words??? The repression of their animal side versus the one who don't do it is amazing. It would work perfectly with Phumpeem - the juxtaposition of Peem's nature, the easiness of it, the natural flow, versus everything Phum went through to suppress it because of Expectations and Repercussions. And they clash because of it. Peem thinks it just shows how shallow Phum is as a person, at first, not understanding why. But then, as time passes and he realizes things are not what they seem, it dawns on him so hard that he doesn't let go of Phum for hours on end.

He's the one who encourages Phum (alongside Fang, of course, but that has been a true battle for the older brother, who also keeps a modesty of restraint on his own instincts because he's in that same household) to be himself, to growl and whine and sniff at Peem all he wants, to be hyperactive and ask for love and attention and pets. To let go. Peem's the one to show his own instincts, that he's not afraid to knead biscuits into Phum's thighs when they nap and he's comfortable, who purrs, who makes low sounds of irritation like a cat would when they want to warn someone off.

Bless your heart I will explode that's how much I love this ask and how much you made me think about this.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

@anauthorandherservicedog posted AO3 entries for her dogs a while back, which was HILARIOUS and now I want both to make similar ones for my cats and to see everyone else's pets <3

My cats as AO3 stories...

Title: Bitch I Might

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning(s): Graphic Violence

Category: Fluff, Asshole

Fandom: Cat

Pairing(s): Leo & Mom, Leo & Great-grandma, Leo/food

Character(s): Leo, cat siblings, immediate family, Anyone With Food

Language: long-haired orange cow

Additional Tags: open the damn door, open the door or I'll cut you, open the door or I'll attack my siblings, oh shit it's raining, this weather sucks, let me in let me in LET ME IN, now I'm gonna sulk, I like three people and you aren't one of them (unless you have food), DO NOT TOUCH THE BUTT, DO NOT TOUCH THE TUM, I hope you like murder mitts, softest beeb to ever snuggle, sir I cannot breathe fur why are you on MY FACE, the kittens are karmic payback for when HE was a kitten, 14.5 lbs of sass and fluff

Summary: Leo was a very hyper, playful kitten who grew into a stubborn, determined, yet surprisingly snuggly grown man. He is normal fluffy in the summer months and EXTREMELY fluffy in the winter. He does things when HE chooses, and trying to force him to do something else leads to murder mitts (very sharp claws in your everywhere).

Title: Just A Baby Girl

Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Fluff

Fandom: Cat

Pairing(s): Angie & Mom, Angie/Leo (past)

Character(s): Angie, cat siblings, immediate family

Language: medium-hair gray tuxedo

Additional Tags: fluff, more fluff, mommy it's cuddle time, oh noes strangers are scawy, why is Corky bothering me

Summary: Angie is just a sweet little baby who is soft as silk, plush as a pillow, and snuggly as a toddler. Her mom (me) is Her Special Person, though other immediate family (ie, humans who also LIVE IN THIS HOUSE) are acceptable. She WILL lick my nose raw if I let her.

Title: Homebody Homebabying

Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: fluff, scaredy-cat

Fandom: Cat

Pairing(s): Peggy & Grandpa, Peggy/Grandpa's recliner

Character(s): Peggy, cat siblings, immediate family

Language: medium-hat gray tuxedo

Additional Tags: just a little baby, mommy rub my belly, OH NO STRANGER DANGER (Kill Bill sirens), every health problem in the house, does she love my dad or my dad's chair, the answer is yes, the dining room table is her catwalk

Summary: A very sweet little lady who disappears when non-residents approach the house. A cancerous leg tumor means she is now tri-pawed, but she doesn't let that slow her down!

Title: Baby Go ZOOM

Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Fluff, Coming-of-Age

Fandom: Cat

Pairing(s): Corky & Mom, Corky & Great-grandma, Corky/spinning floor wand

Character(s): Corky, cat siblings, immediate family

Language: short-haired black cow

Additional Tags: fluff, food, playtime, zoomies, constant meowing, constant purring, happy boy

Summary: Less than a year after entering the world and this household, Corky is shaping up to be a sweet, snuggly cuddle baby...if he ever runs out of all that energy. (It might take a few years.)

BONUS PETS! (Rainbow bridge warning)

Title: Old Lady Loves Snuggles, Yells At Boy Kittens

Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Fluff, Snuggles, Won't Take Shit

Fandom: Cat

Pairing(s): Louise & Grandma, Louise & Grandpa, Louise/Warm Nap Spot(s)

Character(s): Louise, those damn boy cats, immediate family, anyone who pets her

Language: short-hair black cow

Additional Tags: just wanted a quiet retirement, instead she got hyperactive kittens, TWO OF THEM, staying alive out of spite, loves humans and her heat vent(s)

Summary: My childhood cat who lived to be TWENTY years old! Outlived several other cats and dogs. Spent her later years alternately napping anywhere warm/quiet, and smacking the shit out of those (12 and 16 years-younger) little brats we brought home (AKA Mocha and Leo).

Title: Actually A Dog

Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Fluff, Friendship

Fandom: Cat, Dog (crossover)

Pairing(s): Mocha & everyone

Character(s): Mocha, Maggie, Louise, Leo, immediate family, ALL children ever, ALL dogs, Even The Vet

Language: medium-hair siamese

Additional Tags: raised by a dog, acts like a dog, loves kids, loves dogs, liked the vet, chillest chillmaster to ever give no fucks, did not even know what a fuck was, purrs like a transatlantic jet engine, my first emotional support cat, my soulcat, still miss him

Summary: The goodest boy, there will never be another. <3

[hendolish]

I absolutely loved the hendolish ficlet with Skye 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

It made me wonder - how about stonesford, where John adopted Dave? John absolutely loves him, and he's his precious boy. And Pickers? He may have difficulties with adapting to living with a cat.

john stones/jordan pickford | dave the cat ♡

The morning sun casts a golden hue over the room, its rays filtering through the blinds, making the tiny dust particles dance. John's living room is the very picture of tranquillity, save for the slight rustling sounds coming from a corner where Dave, England's newest national treasure, is ratting his favourite toy.

The whole story of how Dave became a part of their lives feels almost surreal to Jordan. A cat from a World Cup camp, introduced to him by none other than John and Kyle, who'd found them during breakfast on particularly hot day and meowed at them non-stop until John had leant down to share some of his bacon. The cat's amber eyes and playful antics had had everyone under his spell in no time.

Well, almost everyone.

Jordan has always been a dog person. The whole idea of a cat - the independence, the unpredictability, the odd hours of hyperactivity - it's all new territory for him. And Dave seems to know it. The feline’s movements are cautious, yet intrigued around Jordan, as if trying to size him up.

But today, in the midst of a football match blaring on the TV and John animatedly discussing a play, Dave does the unthinkable. With a feline grace, the cat leaps onto Jordan’s lap. Jordan freezes, every muscle in his body coiled in surprise. He's like a statue, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, not daring to move a muscle lest he offend this tiny creature who's honoured him with his presence.

John catches the sight and bursts into laughter, the sound filling the room. "Oh, come on, Jord! He’s not a lion. Just pet him!"

But Jordan remains motionless, eyes darting from Dave to John. "What if he scratches me?" he whispers, trying to sound casual, but there’s a clear hint of worry in his tone.

John, still chuckling, moves closer. "He won’t. Just be gentle." Guiding Jordan's hand, he helps him stroke Dave's soft fur. The cat purrs in response, his tail twitching contentedly.

And in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the setting sun and the hum of the TV, a bond forms. Not just between Jordan and Dave, but it strengthens the one between Jordan and John.

For despite his initial apprehension, Jordan would actually live with a lion if John asked him to. And whilst blatant affection is rarely exchanged between them, actions, they say, speak louder. Jordan can tell that Dave means a lot to John, so therefore Dave means a lot to him.

As the evening wears on, with Dave now comfortably curled up between them, John and Jordan settle deeper into the couch, their fingers intertwined over its back. Their bond, like Dave's ever-present purring, a quiet but constant reminder of the love they share.

♡

[cryptid-artha]

Dogs are annoying, needy, nasty, hyperactive, stinky, destructive things that are horrible pets to the vast majority of people. A nuisance to everybody who is unfortunate enough to be forced to live near the things and the usually irresponsible people who subject them to the nonstop barking.

Cats are chill, quiet, pretty clean, and just wanna spend time around you, purring and cuddling. Litter boxes are gross, but using them is instinctive! Cats are easy to care for and are perfect for today's busy lives because they love being around their people, but they do fine at home alone too!

Your daily dose of cat memes

[tricountyanimal]

Chocolate Poisoning in Pets: A Sweet Danger We Must Avoid

As pet owners, we all know the joy of indulging in a chocolate treat. But for our furry friends, chocolate can be a serious danger. Chocolate poisoning in pets is a serious issue, but it’s entirely preventable. By being mindful and proactive, you can ensure that your pets stay safe and healthy. If you suspect your pet has ingested chocolate, At Tri-County Animal Hospital, we see the distressing effects of chocolate poisoning in pets far too often. Let’s dive into why chocolate is so harmful to pets and what you can do to keep your beloved companions safe.

Why Is Chocolate Dangerous for Pets?

Chocolate contains substances called theobromine and caffeine, both of which are toxic to dogs and cats. These compounds are stimulants that affect the central nervous system and cardiovascular system. While humans can metabolize these substances without issue, pets lack the necessary enzymes to break them down effectively.

How Much Chocolate Is Too Much?

The toxicity of chocolate depends on several factors, including the type of chocolate, the amount consumed, and the size of your pet. Here's a quick guide to different types of chocolate and their potential dangers:

Milk Chocolate: Contains lower levels of theobromine but can still be harmful, especially if consumed in large amounts.

Dark Chocolate: Much higher in theobromine than milk chocolate and thus more dangerous.

Baking Chocolate: Extremely high in theobromine and can cause severe poisoning with just a small amount.

Even a small amount of chocolate can be dangerous for pets, so it’s essential to keep all chocolate products out of their reach.

Symptoms of Chocolate Poisoning in Pets

If your pet manages to get their paws on some chocolate, watch for the following symptoms of poisoning:

Vomiting

Diarrhea

Increased thirst and urination

Restlessness or hyperactivity

Tremors or seizures

Rapid breathing or an increased heart rate

The symptoms can start within a few hours of ingestion, but they might also take up to 24 hours to appear. If you notice any of these signs, don’t wait—contact us at Tri-County Animal Hospital immediately.

What to Do if Your Pet Eats Chocolate

Assess the Situation: Try to determine how much and what type of chocolate your pet ate. This information will help us at Tri-County Animal Hospital provide the best possible care.

Contact a Veterinarian: Call us as soon as possible. If you have a pet emergency, reach out to our emergency services immediately.

Follow Instructions: We might recommend inducing vomiting or bringing your pet in for a check-up. Always follow the specific advice given by your veterinarian.

Avoid Home Remedies: While it might be tempting to try remedies you find online, they could do more harm than good. Stick to professional guidance to ensure your pet’s safety.

Prevention Is Key

The best way to handle chocolate poisoning is to prevent it altogether. Here are some tips to keep your pets safe:

Store Chocolate Safely: Keep chocolate and other human treats in a secure place that pets can’t access.

Educate Family and Friends: Make sure everyone in your household understands the risks and keeps chocolate away from pets.

Consider Alternatives: Treat your pets with pet-safe treats designed specifically for their dietary needs.

A Sweet Note of Caution

Chocolate poisoning in pets is a serious issue, but it’s entirely preventable. By being mindful and proactive, you can ensure that your pets stay safe and healthy. If you suspect your pet has ingested chocolate, don’t hesitate to contact us at Tri-County Animal Hospital. Our team of dedicated professionals is here to help your furry friend through any emergency with the care and compassion they deserve.

At Tri-County Animal Hospital, your pet’s well-being is our top priority. Together, we can keep those wagging tails and purring companions happy and healthy—without the danger of chocolate.

[oven-thermometer]

You want to get your horsemen each a gift of the living being variety - but what would each of them prefer? They all love their horses but sometimes you need a pet that can fit on the bed.

Strife He definitely needs a hyperactive bundle of joy. Something that can keep up with him on his sugar rushes. For this I highly suggest a ferret - they're nocturnal, active, playful and when they finally calm down they're great cuddle buddies. Imagine watching Strife and his furry noodle running around the house and then later seeing them passed out both in a dead sleep lmao

War In one of the missions in Genesis, he defends the hell hounds and feels bad for how they're starved in order to be kept feral. So if you go with him to a shelter to adopt a rescue dog he will melt like putty. He will give as much unconditional love and affection to that dog as he gives to you. And that's a lot. He relates to the dog having a broken mind and past, he wants to make the rest of its days as pleasant as he can.

Fury Cats. That's all there is to it. Cats match her diplomatic personality and she loves how they don't care about anyone or anything. She also finds them incredibly majestic and beautiful. The first day you brought the kitten home and it started kneading her she almost cried, almost. She actually did cry the once - it was because the cat was calling out to her to come to bed and it basically tackled her with cuddles when she finally got there. It makes her heart burst. She couldn't get over that and now you two have a new cuddle buddy!

Death Ohh boy, getting gifts is already difficult enough for this man. He shows no preference or emotion to anything except you so it's really difficult to get him anything that he could actually show emotion at - or so you'd think. He actually loves when you get him gifts, some of them might not be the best fitted for him but seeing how nervous it makes you and how much thought you try to put into it makes him feel loved. Although, what kind of pet do you get for the literal grim reaper? He already has a bird but you see how much it annoys him and honestly Dust annoys you too some time. So what about a less annoying bird? Dust would probably attack it because of jealousy and territory let's be honest. A cat could possibly work, or maybe a bunny. Something calm and silent, like him. I feel like watching Death peacefully sitting with a cat purring nicely on his lap is an absolute heart-melter. Also Deaths main form of affection to you prior to showing you his face is a forehead bonk, the first time a cat gives him a loving bonk he will have a seizur.

[daisys-gard3n]

My favs but its the cats we adopt:

Bruno - We get a very fancy boy, a Turkish Van with black spots. Very dignified and he is spoiled...We name him Fig (bc buccellati-). He gets a fancy bowtie collar and he is a dignified gentleman. Bruno spoils him too much but doesn't want to admit it. Fig only sits on our faces bc he likes to torture us and we both wear a lot of dark clothes...But it's worth it for he.

Risotto - A Norwegian Forest Cat...Big Girl. Looks like a big ole lion and Risotto loves it. He's always seen petting or brushing her while she does her big stretches and goes crazy for it. We name her Gnocchi. Always seen with Risotto, just a man and his lion cat. She likes me too and likes to sit on my lap at the most inconvenient time. Purrs like a machine. Gnocchi gets a little spiked collar bc she's punk like that. A skilled hunter, catches all the mice and big bugs in the house. Risotto is a proud cat dad and gives Gnocchi treats for it.

Jonathan - I give him puppy dog eyes until he can't say no...We get a brown and white ragamuffin. He's just like Jonathan, big and gentle and friendly. Gets along with Danny so well, they sleep together. We name him Edward, or Eddy for short. He likes to sit on Jonathan's lap while he works at his desk and sits there and purrs. Sometimes, Eddy just claws his way up Jonathan until he's just hanging there by the claws on his massive tiddies. Gives Eddy rich cat foods, like real tuna and salmon bc he's spoiled. A lil bell collar. Likes to come up to me and see what's going on, purring immediately when I pet him.

Wamuu - We get a burmese cat. Wamuu lets me name her bc he doesn't really know any good names for a cat. So I name her Opal. She's a lil hyperactive hunter, she pounces on everything and is on stalking mode constantly. Wamuu just watches like "Yes...I feel the warrior spirit in this one". Opal makes biscuits on him all the time, esp the tiddies, but he can't feel it so it's okay. She plays aggressively and Wamuu likes to entertain her, big man being soft for cat. He's 'training' the cat. A psycho cat, it learned how to turn on the lamp when she's hungry in the middle of the night. But she's also sweet, rubbing on our legs and purring on us in our lap...We melt for her.

Weather Report - He just brought her home one day and asked 'Can we keep her?' and I obviously said yes- tiger striped Exotic Shorthair, he named her Weather Girl. She a very lazy cat, she just sleep and sleep. She even lets you bathe her in peace. She just makes herself comfy on your lap or next to you while you do things and slowly blinks out of affection. Sometimes, Weather has Weather Girl on his chest while he's laying down and affectionately goes: "Why are you so ugly?" but then does the 'kitty kitty' talk...Which puts her to sleep with that asmr voice.

[nymime]

Fuck, I have so many ideas for this man.

Cat Steve who his ears poke up when he hear Eddie Munson talking alone about how pretty his thighs are when he used that silly sailor suit back in scoops ahoy. That day, more later in Hellfire, he got a little more cuddly with Eddie, purring loudly, the kids find it extremely funny but they wonder what happen to that to happen.

Cat Steve, and normal Steve, get incredibly guard up when a bird is near, little clicks of his tongue as he watch them move, but is always interrupted by Robin when that occurs. Steve always gets embarrassed.

When Eddie gives him the catnip as an apology, that night was the ever first night that he ever try that herb im his life, and he was so relax: rolling in his belly, wiggling roughly in it with loud purrs and happy little meows (Ma-ah) (Meur!), getting himself fall in it with tumbs! on it. Let’s say that night nobody got to play cause cat Steve was fucking adorable, and little hyperactive.

Cat Steve that when Eddie ignore him when he wants belly rubs, he haughtily sink his nails slightly on his legs like he was kneading, successfully calling his attention when his meows didn’t work. He got scold every time, but he don’t care, he get what he wanted.

Cat Steve that despise tuna, even at human, is so strange according to hellfire, cause cats likes tuna, right? right?

Cat Steve who actively fought a dog that according to him was being aggressive with his kids (was barking for the jam sandwich Dustin was eating), so he got in a defensive pose, back arch up, tail tense like his legs, hair bristle as hell, and he was a hairy cat, so it was hilarious but scary at the same time. The dog scape whining with its tail between the legs, Steve was fucking proud.

Steve, who is born into a long line of shifters, but unlike the magnificent creatures his parents and grandparents before him became when they turned, he turns into an ordinary house cat.

Steve, who is an embarrassment to the Harrington name amongst the secretive society of shifters and so is essentially abandoned in Hawkins to fend for himself.

Steve, who is deeply ashamed that his shifting animal is a fucking cat until he meets a Demogorgon and then suddenly, being a cat - aka, the perfect bear trap bait - is the best animal he could have asked Magick to become.

Steve, who quickly becomes the Party's self-appointed emotional support person (cough cough, cat) and makes sure that he checks on his kids and is there to provide snuggles when needed.

Steve, who is really nervous about his kids starting high school - especially El and Will - and who sneaks his way into the school when he's not working and hides out in the drama room.

Steve, who is caught off guard when he bumps into Eddie Munson in his cat form, and then keeps bumping into Eddie Munson in his cat form, and pretty soon he can't keep pretending like it's not intentional but he likes listening to the guy when they're both hiding out in the drama room, and it doesn't hurt that he has excellent hands that give excellent tummy rubs -

Steve, who is present at the kids' first Hellfire Club meeting, and who is caught off guard by the disdain in Eddie Munson's voice when he talks about "King Steve."

Steve, who hops onto the game table, makes eye contact with Eddie Munson, and shoves his DM screen onto the floor with a loud crash.

Steve, who spends the rest of that session (and the next) on Jeff's lap, because Jeff's tummy rubs are pretty damn good and Jeff has only ever had nice things to say about Steve Harrington. (Take that, Eddie.)

(Eddie, who pouts the entire time and shows up at their third session with some catnip toys and an apology, even though he really doesn't understand why he has to apologize to this cat about Steve Harrington or why his new sheepies think this whole thing is hilarious.)

[bansheeoftheforest]

If I talked about my favorite ship I would be seen as a weirdo, so, please spam us with Jekffin 🤲

ehehe <3

Henry is a giant cuddler and craves affection all the time every day. Griffin is not very big on affection at first because he is incredibly reserved and doesn't like people touching him, but he quickly melts up to Henry. Soon the tables turn and Griffin becomes incredibly clingy.

They are the absolute dog/cat dynamic. Henry is hyperactive and energetic and social like hell and Griffin is shy, low on energy most of the time, and also does NOT want to be social with anyone that he doesn't need to be social to.

Griffin talks. A lot. When he and Henry are spending time together. Once he gets comfortable or it's very late at night he will talk. Henry wonders how his tongue hasn't accidentally tangled itself up, but always sits and listens with the biggest heart eyes.

Henry was, at first, incredibly worried by the thought of dating a Lodger. Not only is there a rift between him and them (created by Griffin included) but he also knows that it most likely won't last, and he fears that if it does, it will come back and bite them in the ass later. After all, he is already hounded by women who want to marry him and people will get suspicious. End up quickly deciding that fuck it, he needs to live a little too.

Much to Griffin's dismay, the other Lodgers (Helsby, Pennebrygg, even Maijabi and Ito) found out quite quickly that he had a crush on Henry. Cue a lot of giggling and trying to set the two of them up.

(Actually getting them together involves Helsby stealing a part of Griffin's experiment to get Griffin to chase him, and Ito asking Henry to help her find some extra supplies in a scrub. It ends up with Helsby pushing Griffin into the scrub when Henry is in it before locking the door.)

Griffin is incredibly asexual and thinks Henry will regret the relationship once he finds out, as Griffin is too scared to actually tell him. Henry is almost revealed, being incredibly sex-repulsed after his trauma with Morcant and Robert, plus Hyde taking all that energy out of him.

They spend a lot of their time together cuddling. Anywhere and everywhere. On the couch in Henry's office, on their respective beds in their bedrooms, on the couches in one of the parlors, on a blanket on the roof when they stargaze.

(Henry is big spoon and Griffin is the tiniest spoon imaginable. He curls up like a kitten and sleeps with his back or face against Henry's stomach or chest. Henry affectionately calls him an ice-cold pretzel.)

Neither is really big on pet names but Henry uses them the most. Griffin went from the normal "sweetheart" and "my love" to "my snow" and "my warmth", as well as "muffin" (winkwink) Griffin occasionally calls Henry "honey" and anything related to honey; "honeycomb", "honeybear", "honeymuffin" (Henry teased him relentlessly about that one).

Griffin has clinical depression and anxiety (on top of ADHD), Henry has depression, ADHD, and high functioning autism (is that actually an offensive term? Ahaha idk that's what I was diagnosed with and that's what I am projecting onto Henry). Cue a lot of nights cuddled up in each other's arms when the world becomes too much and many, many days just listening to the other rambling on about their latest project or hyperfixation.

Zosi and Griffin's cat (who I am now deciding that he just named "Cat") are best friends and love to terrorize their owners. It's not unusual to find Henry doing paperwork with Cat purring in his lap and Griffin distractedly petting Zosi while tinkering with his invisibility concoction.

Neither Griffin nor Henry is big on typical "couples stuff". Neither really says "I love you" on a regular basis and they don't typically go on dates, but they do enjoy a walk around the neighborhood at night every once in a while, and Henry was the first one to tell Griffin that he loved him when incredibly drunk and fixated on trying to curl Griffin's curly hair even more.

Griffin was the first one to get to know about Hyde. Henry was having a tough night and Griffin thought Henry was away on a meeting that he had canceled last minute. He found Henry incredibly drunk in his office halfway through a panic attack. Henry ended up confessing everything the moment he had calmed down and his head was clear enough to figure out and process that Griffin was the one helping him. Griffin was... Shocked, to say the least. Made sure that Henry was to bed and then went back up to his room and stayed awake the entire night, but inevitably decided to ask Henry more about it once he was sober. Henry confirmed everything he had told him the night before, and Griffin told him that he still loved him, he just... Needed to process things.

Took exactly like 3 hours of him processing it before he decided to just go and cuddle with Henry for a bit.

Hyde loves to flirt with Griffin, Griffin is unsure about what to do with it. Asks Henry about it and Henry just shrugs and tells him he doesn't care what he does with Hyde. Hyde manages to convince Griffin to make out with him, which Griffin regrets incredibly because Hyde becomes so clingy afterward.

Eheheh This is what I have for now, enjoy <3

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Boys reaction to their S/O sending them a text saying they are a parent now and not responding to text or calls for a bit till they arrive home with a bunch of cat/dog stuff and a cat/dog. Turns out a coworker bought the cat/dog but could no longer/did not want to take care of it anymore and pushed it onto mc. As mc tries to get rid of it they fall in love with it and can’t get rid of it.

"Sooooo... You're a parent, now..." That's what the message said; "you're a parent, now." Nothing else, no explanation, no nothing! What the heck! Who would do something like this?! Only one person the skeleton could think of; (Y/n)... The problem really is... THEY'RE NOT ANSWERING THEIR FUCKING PHONE TO EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT!!! What the hell is going on?!

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Classic- He's kinda panicking internally. He doesn't know what to do...! He goes to Grillby's and... drinks... When he gets back, he's not tipsy or anything, it was just a couple of drinks to clear his skull, but he can't help feeling like he's going to pass out. He opens the door and sees (Y/n) laying on the couch. Their face appears above the couch and they quickly sit up with a sheepish grin. "H-hi, Sans... Say hello to your son..." An adorable, gangly puppy jumps off the couch and runs to him as (Y/n) starts babbling, "see, my coworker found out they were allergic to dogs, and..." Relief fills him. This will be funny later- key word being "later".

Creampuff- He's very confused. It can't actually be his child; they'd have to do things to make that happen on purpose... Did- did (Y/n) cheat on him?! Was he not fulfilling their needs? (Y/n) gets back from work to him crying. Worry fills them and they rush to him, kneeling down and asking what's wrong as they rub their hands over him to comfort him. Suddenly someone is licking his skull, and he looks up, surprised! And confused... "Uh, so, I'm sorry- just; my coworker's dog had puppies, and we managed to get the other two homes, but we couldn't find one for this little guy, and they couldn't keep him, and I didn't want him to end up at the pound, so..." He's so happy, listening to (Y/n) ramble about how they couldn't think of anything else to do, and he feels a bit silly for even thinking they'd cheat on him, they were obviously too kind and loving for that!

Red- What- what the hell?! Why was (Y/n) not answering any of his calls or texts?! He can't stand it- he has to find them! He shortcuts to their work- they left already. He shortcuts to where they usually stop and pick up a soda or whatever to destress on the way home- not there. He shortcuts back home, pacing the perimeter, until, he finally sees them! He's standing right in front of the car when they park, waiting for some damn answers! Neither says anything as (Y/n) exits the car and goes around to the other side, opening the back door and grabbing something, eyes never leaving his. A young looking dog jumps out of the car, its almost squareish head turning to look at him, ears perking. He glares at the dog suspiciously, and the dog looks up at (Y/n), sensing their nervousness, and checking for clues on if this new person is to be trusted. "Um... So, my coworker's apartment building has a ban on pit bulls, and, they really don't usually do well in shelters and stuff because of the stigma against them- really, you have a lot in common!" "yeah? what's that?" "Pit bulls are assumed to be violent, and aggressive, and ill tempered, but they're really just these big, protective cuddle bugs who are smart, and love their people. Also... I love both of you..." He gives in, though he does try to make it seem like he's putting up a fight.

Edge- Why- why the hell would he get a message like that?! He is irritated (and nervous), waiting for (Y/n) to get back, arms crossed and foot tapping. When the door opens and (Y/n)'s sheepish head pops out from around the doorway, he gives a glare that leaves no room for interpretation of how he's feeling. "Don't be mad..." He lifts a browbone. "AND WHY SHOULD I NOT BE MAD?" "Ok, so my coworker's aunt has health issues, and can't take care of her cat anymore, and it hates my coworker- she said it won't even let her be in the same room with it-" "THAT'S REDICULOUS; AN ANIMAL AS SMALL AS A CAT IS NOT INHERENTLY INTIMIDATING, AND YOU CANNOT LET THE ANIMAL DICTATE YOUR HOUSE." "R-right... Anyway... She brought the cat to work and was trying to get a new home for-" Edge's glare hardens. "But the cat ran! And- and terrorized the whole place, and ran up to the ceiling in the files-!" He's still not saying anything, and (Y/n) gets nervous. "And I was the only one that could get close, and that didn't get hissed at-!" There's a pause as (Y/n) steels their nerves and steps fully into the room, showing a pile of fur in their arms. "And since I was the only one that could be around the cat without getting hurt, they all decided to send it home with me..." Edge eyes the fluffy, unpleasant looking beast in (Y/n)'s arms, glaring at the animal, who glared back, then sat down in his favorite wingback chair. The fluffy monstrosity leaped from (Y/n)'s arms, a little unwieldy, but landing perfectly naturally, and struts up to the chair Edge is sitting in, leaping lightly into his lap and plopping down before unceremoniously sticking a back leg in the air and beginning to clean itself. He is now sitting in a chair, looking intimidating, arms folded, glare set, a large, very fluffy cat sitting on his lap and licking its ass. He thinks that it must look quite comedic, and can tell that (Y/n) is trying their hardest not to laugh. "AT LEAST YOU BROUGHT HOME A CLEAN BEAST." (Y/n) smiles at him and goes to his side, nuzzling his jaw. "Can I bribe you with kisses?" Edge's shoulders straighten. "I SUPPOSE THAT COULD BE ACCEPTABLE."

Blue- He's so worried-! There's no answer when he calls, and he even texted! He's pacing trails into the floor, wearing paths into it... Then he hears (Y/n)'s car and hurries out to it. "WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" A hyperactive puppy climbs over the seats into the front and dashes out through the door, heading straight for him! It's yellowish fur looks very soft as it dances around his legs, yipping and trying to entice play. "WHA- WHO'S THIS?" "Meet... your daughter...!" (Y/n) offers. "YOU- YOU MEAN- THIS LITTLE GIRL IS THE REASON FOR THAT MESSAGE?" "Yeah..." "WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET HER?" "Well... My coworker's dog had puppies, and we were able to get all the others homes, but..." Blue's grinning at them. He loves how sweet they are. "COME ON, (Y/N), LET'S GO PLAY WITH OUR CHILD, THEN!" He runs off and the puppy happily barks and follows.

Stretch- Uh- he's not comfortable with this- this is not cool with him! Where the hell did (Y/n) get a kid?! He's stuffing his face with honey and chocolate covered honeycomb at Muffet's. But... He eventually has to go back. He's sitting on the couch, looking miserable, when (Y/n) gets back. They timidly come into the room, holding a kitten, apologizing for the weird message and explaining that one of the people at work got the kitten for their kid, but found out the kid was allergic- He doesn't trust it... It's something new, and he doesn't like it! (Y/n) feels bad, because he obviously doesn't like the kitten, but they've fallen in love with it, and who else could give it a good home- no one would take it at work, and she didn't want it to end up in a shelter! Stretch tries his normal laying on the couch, and the kitten keeps jumping up in him and cuddling close. It doesn't seem to get the hint of him not liking it... He does find its antics amusing as it has kitten business that it attends to, seeming to consist of running around crazily and jumping on dust particles... He falls asleep on the couch and wakes up to the kitten sleeping on him, looking like there's a huge smile on its face... purring. It becomes the normal position for them, and Stretch won’t let (Y/n) move the kitten off of him. (Y/n) comes home to find that, and is glad that he's finally given the kitten a chance.

Black- He’s a bit paranoid. This is a very strange message- was it a covert message? Was it a warning, was it a code begging for help?! He uses all of his skills to figure out what’s happening, and finds (Y/n) before they can even get home, finding them in the parking lot of their work. “I- I’m sorry, I couldn’t get back on my phone to answer-” Black grabs them close to him, “DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAD ME FEARING FOR YOUR LIFE?!” And there’s a growl from behind them. Black pulls back, ready to defend his love- only to see a largish brown and black dog attempting to do the same. He appraises the animal and waits for explanation. “My coworker’s building won’t let them have large dogs, or Dobermans, and everyone is afraid of them, even though it’s stupid- they’re just protective-” Black steps back from (Y/n) and walks closer to the dog, holding out his hand, handling the dog perfectly well, and is petting it after a moment. Ok, yeah, (Y/n) should have seen that coming... all the dogs in the Underground, after all... Black is happy to have this dog in their lives now; one more set of eyes and sharp teeth to protect his family- and the fact that it can intimidate people just by being there is a good thing, too.

Mutt- He is not amused in the least. He uses all of his skills to track down (Y/n), finding them at work, looking frustrated and put upon. He’s probably quite menacing as he strides toward (Y/n), but a fluffy head lifts from the floor next to them before he gets there. The very fluffy and adorable looking dog stands, showing its height and curled tail, staring at him. (Y/n) quickly gestures to the door outside with a nod, and he clenches his jaw in irritation, but shortcuts, waiting for them to meet him. They soon walk out of the building, the dog following without even being on a leash, stopping as they do, and sitting at attention, seeming to be glaring him down. Mutt steps forward, and the dog leaps to all fours, growling at him. (Y/n) tries to calm the dog, Mutt tries to get them away from the danger, the dog tries to get the perceived danger away from (Y/n)... “Mutt! Stop! Pin! Down!” The dog sits again at (Y/n)’s side, still glaring at him and softly growling. “what’s goin’ on,” it’s a demand- something that (Y/n) is not used to hearing from him. “My friend, Mary, she has to move, and Akitas are on the not allowed list, because they can be aggressive, and are very protective of their people- and, since I go over there a bunch, and Pin knows me- well, I’m the only other person that he’ll accept being around, pretty much...” (Y/n) gets down and hugs the dog, petting it, then stands and hugs Mutt, who feels a certain amount of satisfaction when the dog’s fluffy ears focus forward and mouth snaps shut as though asking, “what the hell is this?!” He wraps himself around (Y/n), smirking when the dog just looks irritated, but doesn’t make any moves. After some research into the breed, Mutt thinks this is a great development, appreciating that Pin will protect (Y/n), and perhaps later his brother, at all costs, having read stories of the breed defending their family to the death. He even thinks of maybe breeding him... but gives up on that when he finds out that the dog is fixed. He’s very interested in the breed now, though.

Axe- He is very troubled, trying to remember if they were trying to have a kid... He didn't think so... But he's been wrong about stuff before... ... ... He got lost in his mind... Thoughts of everything are going through his mind... (Y/n) gets home to see him sitting in his chair, lost in space, disassociated, his hand holding on to his eye socket. "Axe, love," they call, wanting to get his attention so to not startle him. He snaps back to and his eyelight settles on them, blank for a moment as everything comes back. They've got a tiny, furry thing held against their chest. "that what your... message was about?" "Um... Yeah... My friend at work volunteers at an animal shelter, and... They didn't think this little one would be adopted... and, of course, no one at work would take it..." They look like they're on the edge of crying, and Axe wants to go give people a good talking to... (Y/n) gets closer, holding the kitten out. One eye is closed while the other is wide open, its tail looks almost half as long as it should be, and one foreleg is missing up to the elbow. He lifted a glare to them, wondering why they brought some broken thing home- wasn't he broken enough- didn't he cause enough problems- wasn't he enough to pity?! (Y/n) sat on his lap, cuddling against him with the kitten held close between them. It looked around, intimidated by all the large, new things, but not acting like it was any different than any other skittish kitten. "Little babe was attacked by a dog, lost half it's tail and a paw- they had to amputate to a better place to avoid more problems and injuries. It already had an infection that took its eye... This little one has already dealt with more than enough in its short life. Of course, no one wants an animal that isn't perfect, so they end up just staying there, until- ... And I couldn't let that happen... Not while I could do something about it..." Axe's glare softened, and he let out a sigh, looking down at the two in is lap. Of course it wasn't pity that had made his sweet (Y/n) bring the kitten home... It was the drive of knowing that it would be able to live a happy life, knowing that it wouldn't be possible in its current situation, and knowing that they could do something about it. What he liked to call their drive of "if you won't fix this bullshit, I will!" He nuzzled against them, a low, raspy purr coming from his chest. "love ya, (y/n)." The answer of "I love you, ya goof" made his smile grow wider. Life was good.

Crooks/Bun- He knows that there has to be some explanation of this, there has to be- because otherwise, (Y/n) would be crazy... and... they’re not... right? No... So when they get home with an old hound dog, he takes a breath, glad that he’d been right. Turns out that someone at work had the old boy in and was trying to get him a home. (Y/n) had fallen in love with him because the dog reminded them of him! Big, liked taking walks and checking things out, pretty blind... Bun likes the dog a lot! He’s a good companion for his walks, and Bun has a lot of empathy when he runs into things. “It Happens To Us All.” He’s also very useful to have around as a hound breed! When Sans wanders off, if he gets lost or not, the dog can track him down with little problem. Also, when Bun feels like he’s been moving too much, and he’s starting to feel pain, the fact that the dog will lay down with him and doesn’t need a lot of running around puts him at ease, like keeping him company is doing something, and not just sitting around doing nothing.

Dusty- He doesn’t know what to think. He goes to (Y/n)’s work and follows them around in the shadows, watching... He’s there a couple of hours before he sees that there’s a cage under (Y/n)’s desk. He can’t quite tell what’s in it, but he knows that he has to be prepared. He goes home and waits, ready for whatever is going to happen. When (Y/n) arrives home, carrying the cage, greeting him with a smile. “Hey, so, look what I got from a coworker...!” He steps closer, wary, seeing a rabbit in some wood shavings. “They had it for their grandkids, but they never really took care of it, so...” Dusty keeps staring at it. “I renamed it Papyrus!” Dust’s eyelights shoot up to them at that. “papyrus?” “Yeah! This is bunny Papyrus... you can litter train rabbits and let them run around, and they are pretty smart and get into some pretty funny hijinks...” (Y/n) named the rabbit Papyrus to hopefully keep him from killing it... Interestingly enough, he stalks the rabbit as something to do. He follows it around from the shadows, and studies how it acts when left to its own devices. Then he starts hiding little treats for it and watches it try to find them. Ghost Paps refers to it as “BUNNY ME.”  (This is actually how I got a guinea pig years ago lol)

[beels-burger-babe]

Do you have any pet/s?? If you don't, what animal would you like as a pet? 💕

Yessssss I have two small doggos and two kitties. The dogs are chaotic little shits that bounce between being adorable little cuddle beans and hyperactive speed demons. Their names are Ember and Loki. The cats hate each other 😅 The older one is named Nemo and he is can't seem to decide whether he loves or hates cuddles and has gone from purring to mauling my arm 0.5 seconds before. Halo, the kitten, doesn't understand that Nemo doesn't like her and keeps trying to play with, resulting in Nemo despising her. My house can get pretty interesting at times

[saltys-writings]

Got7 as Cats

Repost because the old one didn’t show in the tags!

More parts~

JB:

black and white kitty of average size

big and friendly amber eyes

has a completely white tail with only the tip being black

which looks super funny when he’s in his favourite sleeping place up on your wardrobe and the only thing you see of him is his tail slowly swaying from one side to the other or twitching if he has an exciting dream

likes sitting on your grandparents’ old record player while it’s playing, slowly spinning on top of the record and watching the world around him pass by slowly

gets fed up with it and jumps up as the tone arm keeps moving closer to the middle, preventing him from comfortably sitting on the black record

also likes sprawling out on pianos or rubbing his face against the guitar standing around in your room

in general he seems very drawn to everything that has to do with music

sleeps little compared to other cats

usually he’ll just laze around with his eyes half open, watching you whenever he can

he loves watching you do whatever and sometimes he’ll get up and after stretching thoroughly and yawning, he’ll silently walk over to you to bump his head against your chin or nose

actually he doesn’t care much about other humans or animals, but with you he’s more welcoming

trusts you a big deal, and you’re really the only person who he likes being petted or brushed by

usually when other people try to touch him he’ll just get up and walk away to find a more calm and silent place

hates kids and dogs (=anything that’s loud) a lot and will hide away where not even you can find him if there’s either of the two around

very behaved and doesn’t bite or scratch

doesn’t play much either, he’s really just more of a cat that will roam around in your place and give it that feel of “here lives a cat”

but if you want excitement out of your relationship with your cat he isn’t the one for you

Mark:

white and light brown kitty

super friendly

also super sleepy

will direct 110% of his attention to you for the 2 hours he’s awake each day

remembers pretty quickly when you get home each day and his inner clock wakes him up just before you do

so when you turn the key in the doorlock he’ll come running immediately, meowing loudly to greet you

he’ll follow you around for a while and walk right in front and in between your feet

and if you don’t pet him he’ll get REALLY whiny and will spread out on your stuff as soon as you’re trying to do literally anything

likes offering you his soft white belly to pet and will usually let you touch it without problems

eats nothing but chicken (and bread)

whenever you have bread on the table, on a counter, or in any other place in your house he can reach, he will sit down next to it and start licking it until it has this really soaked spot full of cat saliva

but even when he does this you can’t really get mad at him because he’ll just turn around and look at you with his big friendly green eyes and start purring

tends to react very strongly to being petted on his back and especially on his lower back where the tail starts

always pushes his whole body into your hand when you touch him there and the tip of his tail will bend forwards to signal that he loves this and please keep petting right there

very sociable around humans, but also likes hanging out with other animals

in general he’s very curious about everything and will watch other cats, dogs, birds, small animals like hamsters or bunnies, and even horses with great interest

really just gets along well with literally anyone and everyone - no matter if human or animal - loves him

Jackson:

tabby with a striped pattern

even as a cat he is lowkey ripped has a strong build

only fights other cats as a form of play though

usually when he gets seriously pissed he’ll just hiss and arch his back and then backwards tiptoe the shit out of there

loves to be carried around on your shoulders

he’ll really get cranky if you don’t let him up there for a while

also loves sitting there while you do stuff like cooking, studying, watching TV, etc.

never interferes with your activities though and just watches with great interest

loves playing with anything but his toys

especially strings and other long and dangly objects of any kind are dangerous with him

he WILL try to catch and kill that thing, even if it is already very much dead

give him a piece of yarn and he’ll be occupied for

...about 5 minutes - who am I kidding?

has to be played with actively or he’ll get bored and start taking your home apart

so you better tire him out everyday before you go to sleep or you won’t recognize your place when you wake up the next morning

whenever he uses his litter box, chances are you’ll find litter up to five meters away from the box

that doesn’t mean he isn’t clean, he’s just... not very fast with cleaning himself

so instead of making sure all the litter gets off his fur right where his box is, he’ll shake it off over time while walking elsewhere

don’t let him out or he’ll break into other people’s homes and try to steal their food

he once got himself locked in a basement for a whole night and only got back out because his meows were so loud that they woke up the neighbours

a family also once returned him to you, with their two daughters crying because they totally wanted to keep the kitty

in the end you had to promise them to let them come visit him once every two weeks

the upside is that they always bring along catfood and you have to spend a little less money on that

Jinyoung:

ginger cat

has a scar on his nose that another cat rightfully gave him when he was growing up

is - in short - a real jerk of a cat

also MOOD SWINGS

will be the cuddliest uwu bundle of fur ever one second, and then the most furious monster you ever saw the next

HATES other cats

really, he despises them

will usually sit next to them, appearing calm and just watching them, and then out of the blue punch them square in the face

you think he’s still salty that he got that scar on his nose years ago

the type to pee into your shoes for no reason

or throw up in the microwave if you forget to close it

really, whenever you take something out of the microwave or put something in you need to do so fast, because by the time you’re done chances are he’s already standing next to you, glaring up at the microwave with all the hate in his eyes he can muster

keeps staring when you turn it on and will get ready to jump as soon as it gives the signal that it’s done

usually he’ll just jump for it when you open it, so you have to keep him from reaching it by blocking the way with your arm (which he will of course hold onto with his claws)

loses interest when it’s closed and it becomes apparent you’re not using it anymore anytime soon

what does he have against the microwave anyway...?

likes sunbaths a lot

surprisingly also likes water - it hasn’t been just one or two times you had to throw him out of the bathtub when you were getting ready to take a nice relaxing bath after a tough day at work or school

doesn’t like being touched much, but if you’ve lived with him for long enough he will permit you to give his back two or three quick strokes once a day

also likes going out to hunt and will usually bring a small mouse or a tiny gecko back home and offer it to you as a sign of his acceptance of your existence

Youngjae:

long haired kitty with chubby cheeks

giant paws that look like he could seriously hurt you with them, but in reality they’re just really soft

will use his claws for playing excessively though

likes lazing around and playing on the floor the most

usually very careful not to hurt you, but he can get a little too into playing and end up scratching you if you don’t pay attention

likes being scratched behind his ears and under his chin a lot but won’t hesitate to bite if you even think about getting near his fluffy belly

tends to have a lot of mats there though, and those can get quite uncomfy for him, which will in turn irritate him and when he’s in a bad mood he’ll bite you if you’re just standing next to him

so you’ll have to let him bite you one way or the other aksjflksa

you don’t realize just how huge his mouth is until he’s all comfy in a sunny spot at your place and lets out a big yawn, showing off his teeth and pink kitty tongue

sleeps literally anywhere

sprawls out on the floor in the most inconvenient place ever and won’t move for a solid five hours so you have to step over him all the time, because he will definitely not wake up from this nap anytime soon

your bed is a very beloved sleeping place of his as well, especially your pillow, because it smells so nicely like you uwu

he’s usually awake and roaming your place during the night, but will sneak into your bedroom and curl up next to your pillow when it’s almost time for you to get up

will never loudly beg for food ever

instead he’ll just stare up at you and follow you around, bumping into your legs over and over again until you feed him

not picky about food, but loves fish a lot

please don’t give him catnip unless you want a hyperactive hairy high and snappy cat scattering the catnip all over your place kasfjlkas

BamBam:

thin, elegant cat with veryveryvery short, light-colored fur and amber eyes

you put a collar with a golden nametag on him after you got him

you thought he’d hate it and try to get rid of it like most other cats, but turns out he loves it

loves being looked at and will puff out his chest on purpose when people are watching him

kinda gets along with other cats, though they will usually avoid him mostly and he won’t make much of an effort to approach them either

it’s all about coexistence in apathy lol

only eats gourmet food (might be because you never really tried feeding him... you know... normal cat food...)

doesn’t go out much, but time and time again he likes venturing outside to take a short walk through your garden

but will return back inside soon because the many toys and the huge cat tree you bought him are more interesting to him

plus they’re familiar so he can really relax there

likes being petted especially on his head and loves scratches behind his big ears

likes sitting in inconvenient places - like on the box the mailman only just brought and you took your eyes off of for a second to lock the door, or the pack of take-out sushi you just bought, or your new shoes that you wanted to wear to tonight’s party

at least he can’t get hair on any of it

speaking of sushi, he loves watching you eat that and then look at you with half closed eyes, putting a paw on your arm to signal that he wants to try some

will start kneading your arm and purring loudly if you don’t give him any

tried smelling the pickled ginger that comes with it once and almost threw up on the floor as a reaction

but he’s also still Bambam, so sometimes, in the middle of the night when you’re still up you will find him lying in a corner of the living room in an impossible position with his body twisted in ways you didn’t know a cat could move, and derping at you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth sideways and one of his eyes being half open while he snores loudly yes he sleeps like this

Yugyeom:

grey little kitty that looks big because of his relatively long fur

blue eyes since birth that everyone loves him for

they also help him fool people into thinking he’s a cat you’d totally wanna own

honestly though, if you don’t have a bunch of extra time on your hands you really don’t want to own him

needs so much attention

acts like he’s dying every time you have to leave home and you can hear his cries even after closing the door behind you

is also overjoyed and will start climbing your legs to make sure you’re never leaving again after you come back (even if you were just away for like a minute to get the mail)

you really need to train him a lot to be able to stay away for a longer amount of time

whenever you’re home you always have this feeling in your gut that you’re being watched

turn around and chances are you’ll find him sitting on some surface across the room, watching you intently

comes running up to you for pets and cuddles at least ten times a day

the upside of this is that he will never ever feel overstimulated and lash out at you for petting him too much

the downside is that you can barely do stuff because chances are if he isn’t watching you, he’ll be in the way, sprawling all over your things and your arms and then still expect you to be able to pet him

you can often come to an agreement though, having him doze off in your lap and petting him with one hand, so you can at least use the other hand to do things

if you take your second hand away for a while he’ll gently put his paw on it to signal that you should keep petting him

loud

so damn loud

will meow and whine and cry all day every day if he isn’t getting enough attention

also has a crippling fear of the vet

whenever you have to take him there you need to hold him the whole time, or he’d just nyoom out of there and hide somewhere narrow where neither you nor the vet nor his assistance nor any other human being can reach him

sometimes in the middle of the night he will meow in front of your bedroom door because he wants cuddles right now

better let him in or he’ll start scratching your door and you’ll have marks all over it by morning

[kiiruna-a]

`  ☆┆THE MINIMALIST , ABOUT .

full name : henry kempe. nickname : n/a. specie : human. age : thirty-one. gender : cis male. pronouns : he / him. nationality : swedish. residence : värmland, sweden. occupation : farmer & swing dance teacher.

hair : shoulder-length, light brown hair usually tied up in some way. eyes : hazel, a mix of green & brown.  skin : pale skin which is often sun-kissed, with prominent moles & birthmarks scattered all around his body, as well as a few on his face. tattoos : a world map with the text “ die with memories not dreams “ on his upper back, “ breathe “ written on the side of his right hand, a bee on the inside of his left wrist, a plant & a beetle on the outside of his lower right arm. body type : 180cm, slender but with toned muscles, narrow shoulders & generally rectangular frame.

favorite color : green & brown. favorite animal : cat, dog, sheep & cow. favorite food : sweet potato, soup of all kinds & homemade bread. favorite drink : tea, coffee, elderflower cider & beer. favorite place : home, wheat fields, untouched forest, library/bookshop, plains, a cliff with a view & around animals. favorite sparetime : swing dancing, working in the garden, reading, cooking, having a cup of something on the porch, attending random study circles & lectures, cleaning the house, wandering, take care of animals, listening to music, biking & pottery.

positives : generous, open-minded, adventurous, creative, down to earth & charismatic. negatives : stubborn, predictable, unstable & unorganized. fears : needles, climate change & darkness. theology : agnostic. orientation : biromantic bisexual. shipping status : dualship, single in both verses.

     henry was born & raised in gothenburg, sweden. he was always a creative kid going the artistic route. his parents introduced him to music. they were both lower middle class parents working their asses off to provide for henry & his two sisters. the parents were rarely home, leaving the children to take care of themselves. the group of siblings had to grow up fast, cooking their own meals & putting themselves to bed. however, as fast as the parents were home, the empty apartment became full of life, & music was always blasting. everything felt more alive. to hang onto that feeling, henry would grow up with his headphones constantly plugged in. he found excitement & inspiration in music, started playing guitar, bass, switching from instrument to instrument hoping to find his calling.      growing older, henry was a part of a small band with other teenagers, notoriously making dansband music. you either hate it or you love it. however, it was not a kind of music for the big city. to get people to listen to them, the band would often perform in the outskirts. two hour long bus rides were common for them to find the stages they were welcome on, that or boat rides out to the small islands outside the gotheburg coast. having grown up in the middle of the buzzling city, henry had a picture of the countryside as dead & boring, but when he came out with his band he got a whole new picture. there, people were always happy, dancing, everyone knew everyone, the atmosphere was absolutely magical. it was also there where he started to realize he was a little jealous of the people in the crowd. where he stood, strumming on his guitar, he looked down on big dance floors full of people dancing. his crowd was usually that of people in all ages doing swing, fox trot, line dancing, & the boy always felt a need to join them. that’s where his passion for dancing started. even when his band wasn’t performing, henry would take those two hour bus rides out to renovated barns & town cabins to dance. he started taking swing dancing lessons on the side, slowly but surely getting so invested that the guitar started to dust. he left his band, he left his city, & instead he dove head first into the dancing community.

     henry wasn’t very popular in school, he would usually have a hard time relating to his classmates. he was a hyperactive teenager with his mind all over the place, he would talk too much & think too little. being the outsider didn’t bother him too much though, cause he had both a good family & a good chunk of friends outside of school. studying was a bigger issue though. his parents didn’t like that his grades, that were barely average to begin with, were only getting worse as he was practicing dancing rather than studying. however, they were very open minded, & really wanted henry to get an education while also not letting him lose his soul & passion. the young man dropped out of high school, only to join community college instead, where they had a dancing program. he could work on the necessary grades for a high school degree while dancing on the side. this community college was also in the middle of nowhere, plains stretching as far as the eye could see, & henry moved to the school dormitory as it was way too far into nowhere to travel back & forth every day. a new life.

    this place was henry’s home for a long, long time. he got to hang out with people that shared passions just like him; there were other dancers, but also painters, sculptors & textile workers. he got to grow up here, with teachers that listened to him, dorm-mates that would always invite him to beer, a nature that was wide, open & exciting, old houses that with wood that would scream as the wind got a hold of them, & a dance studio just outside. he thrived. he fell in love with the school, but he also fell in love at the school. ann-marie, a classmate, became his dance partner for life. the two fell hopelessly in love, & together they were unstoppable. they started competing, driving in an old, rusty renault car all over sweden, winning price after price in couple’s competitions, winning hearts wherever they went. she was the wind under henry’s wings.

     graduation eventually came to place, henry having gotten his grades, & together the young couple decided to conquer the world. after getting a name for themselves in sweden, traveling began to other nordic countries. from the nordics it came to europe. it was a constant fight, but a fight he loved every second of. years went by. flights went everywhere. his girlfriend became his fiance. the peak came; america. dancing among the top stars, people he had looked up to since he was young. the pressure was on. it was a constant fight, & he was really struggling now. the wedding approached, the competitions got tougher, the critics louder, the flights more stressful, the calls more frequent, the voices louder, the music louder, the----      he crash landed. hospital. undernourishment. fatigue. he wasn’t allowed to work any more, doctor’s orders. cancellations. worried voices. tests. even being off from work was too stressful to handle; he shut down. he took his last flight. he shut off his phone. even to his fiance he had to turn ice cold, because she was half his worries. the fear of disappointing her, the stress she had about getting him better, it was all too much. he had one friend, a guy he met at school, that still rented a small cabin close to the place henry still called home. he went there. he slept on a couch, but he got everything served, he didn’t need to worry about catching a single bus to the grocery store; all he had to do was rest & drink tea. the birds were singing outside during the day, & crickets during the night. everything was quiet. he had a cat, a cat that sometimes crawled up on henry’s stomach & purred. bread was freshly baked every morning.

    for the first time in a long, long time, henry felt like he could breathe.

    henry couldn’t go on tours anymore. he couldn’t compete. the moment he even thought about it his heart would start racing at a painful rate. his fiance was heartbroken. he couldn’t do it, not even for her. he wanted to stay like this. he wanted to forget all about conquering the world, cause it was all too big for him. he wanted a house in the middle of nowhere where he could grow his own food & worry about one thing at a time. she thought he was crazy. from the start, henry would always hyperfixate on something. first it was dancing, then it was her, then it was dancing again, & now it was--- this? she couldn’t have it. she gave the ring back. henry was too ashamed to admit it, but relieved at her decision.      the money that was left to him from their savings after dancing was used to buy a really shitty house in värmland, many, many, many hours from home. a completely fresh start. all around the big, run-down building was cow pasture, & the man who owned the cows were extremely kind on him. or, at least took pity on him. he didn’t know how to take care of a house on his own, especially not this old & far away from all things comfortable. henry started working for the neighbor on his farm, & there the other workers would teach him a lot of valuable lessons about taking care of animals, agriculture & a house. it was a rough first two years for henry, but it was a good kind of rough again; a struggle he loved every step of. every morning he knew he would make coffee on the stovetop & drink it on his porch, take on his dirty worker’s pants & work for the neighbor until late in the evening, then go back to bed & start all over again. eventually, his own house & garden also became a priority, a project, something he studied for & practiced, failed, practiced, learned. eventually he could harvest his first own potatoes & cabbages.

     life was regained again, everything balanced, his life absolutely minimalistic & joyous. it was then, when he felt completely recovered from his fatigue, that henry started missing dancing again. his own house was fixed, but he had one little piece left on his land, & it was an old run-down barn currently only used as a dusty, dirty storage. it was his new project. he renovated the place into a simple but fresh location where he could host dance lessons, dinner parties & let bands perform; much like the bands he was in back when he was a kid. the small community was extremely supportive of him, & he would start letting people rent the spot for all sorts of classes & activities. he got to teach old ladies to swing & would then invite them to parties in the weekend, where he would offer them homemade fruit wine. his home became a hotspot for activity & laughter.

     every morning when he sits on his porch, eating freshly made bread & drinking stoven-heated coffee, with a cat purring at his feet, looking out on the pasture & dirt roads around, he thinks about how happy he is to be alive.

[asapncah]

EEP HERE WE GO AGAIN. i feel like my intros just get longer and longer each time.. sorry not soRRY cause noah is a queen that deserves the Novel. so that’s what y’all are getting so brace yourselves for this wild ride. i’m so very excited for this reboot, y’all have no idea. OH and for anyone new here: my name is lenny, moreau is my child that i cherish more than the hair on my head, i am 21, live in the mst timezone, and use she/her pronouns ! i’m also ur friendly canadian so i’m here for any of ur canadian-related q’s!!! i know we’re a special breed lasdkjlh OK enough about me, onto the queen. y’all know the drill, like this / hmu to plot if u survive reading my Long Ass Intro.

( ariana grande • twenty three • cisfemale ) look, it's noella de luca from apartment 4B! apparently she moved into moreau apartments one and a half years ago and rumour has it, they can be quite possessive— good thing they’re also adventurous, hey? i hear they’re the hedonist of the building. 

↘︎ 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈 !

given name: noella sofie de luca

nickname: noah

age: twenty3

birthdate: march 18, 1995

hometown: keremeos, british columbia

occupation: waitress & dog walker

↘︎ 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 !

born to high school sweethearts, willa and antonio, who were very much in love until they just … weren’t

the separation of her parents came as a surprise to young noah but not much sleep was lost over the divorce as her parents remained civil and held no ill will towards each other — they even remained business partners

montagna park. a cozy, scenic campground just a few kilometres away from keremeos, nestled deep in the outskirts of the rocky mountains and home to the majority of noah’s most prized childhood memories

following the divorce, antonio moved permanently onto the campground as a year-round manager while willa remained in keremeos to handle the financial end of the business and raise their daughter, who spent nearly every other weekend in the mountains with her father mastering the wilderness

(tw: mention of adhd & prescription drugs & anxiety) she was diagnosed with adhd at the age of 10 after her teachers noticed her heightened hyperactivity and noah began taking a pill each day at lunch time to help her cope with her symptoms

this new routine brought stares and snickers from her fellow classmates and noah developed a harsh social anxiety with the pressures to act “normal” around her peers, but this only made her adhd worse – it’s a vicious cycle (end tw)

come graduation (which she just slipped by) she yearned to escape the confines of her small town. it was an itch that no amount of trips to the mountains could scratch so she set her sights on something bigger: europe

with the help of her parents, noah saved up for the trip of a lifetime, which she embarked on shortly before her 21st birthday and didn’t return from for several months. though she ventured across the european countryside, much of her trip was spent in italy as she reconnected with her roots and fell in love with the country, particularly florence and pisa. she paid her dues working in a small italian cafe in florence owned by an adorable old woman that reminded her of her own grandmother and made italy her home for many weeks, only returning home due to missing her parents and a dwindling bank account

while in europe, noah developed a love for journals. after finding a beautiful leather bound one in her first week of her trip, it became glued to her side and the obsession didn’t stop once she filled it up (which didn’t take long, mind you)

by the end of her trip, noah had filled up eight journals with tales of her adventures, short poems inspired by the european beauty, and songs that seemed to burst out of her like lightning.

↘︎ 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 !

vancouver became her home shortly after her 22nd birthday, a handful of months after she returned from europe. after experiencing the foreign continent’s beauty, keremeos felt small and stifling to her. the small town held no feeling of intrigue or adventure anymore so she made the big move to vancouver in the hopes of finding something more

the big city held a sort of vibrance for her, having visited a handful of times with her mother for big shopping trips and weekend getaways, and somehow the small town girl melted into the big city easily

moreau apartments caught her eye immediately when searching listings, its beautiful brick walls and ocean views promising her comfort and just enough exposure to nature to keep her sane in the concrete landscape, and she moved in immediately

due to her absolute inability to sit still and be bored, noah works 3 jobs in vancouver: waitress, dog walker, and pole dance instructor

waitress: she serves in an adorable, cozy local restaurant down granville street, close by the apartment building, mostly working morning or late night shifts

dog walker: to fuel her love for animals, noah’s gained a reputation in the neighbourhood as one of the most reliable dog walkers. you can often catch her with a small herd of hounds at any time of day, handling the tangling leashes like a pro

pole dance instructor: she found this studio shortly after her move to vancouver, wanting a physical and creative outlet for herself. she fell in love with pole dancing after going outside of her comfort zone and mastered the skill quickly, promptly bringing the owner to offer her a part time job instructing a beginner’s class on the weekends

she continues to keep journals, using the near-daily activity as a sort of meditation after a long day to ease her ever-racing mind. her collection of songs has grown considerably through her life experiences and her instagram is filled with short snippets of the lyrics in captions and videos of her strong voice that just seems to come naturally

↘︎ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 !

aesthetics: freshly picked peaches. crisp mountain air. old denim ripped and stained from wild adventures. perfectly painted nails. thriving house plants. the scent of fresh coffee and sweet lotion. journals inked with stories and rhymes. rose gold jewelry. caramel waves blowing in the wind as sneakers trample fallen leaves. hazy rooms and endless laughter. a strong voice singing about heartbreak.

notable traits: passionate, possessive, adventurous, charming, optimistic, honest, naive, self-indulgent

best described as a freshly blossomed rose, grown in the canadian wilderness and weathered by the elements, with blushing petals beautiful enough to draw you in and thorns sharp enough to protect herself.

willa and antonio raised their daughter to have a strong head on her shoulders. their independence, wild hearts, and honesty passed down to noah easily. she’s certainly her father’s daughter in terms of her curiosity, need for adventure, and determination, but her mother shines through noah’s feminist independence, brutal honesty, and passion for creativity.

in terms of how noah’s young experiences changed her constant state of wonderment as a child, she’s definitely grown tougher and carries herself with an obvious sense of responsibility to protect herself. she likes to believe the walls she’s built since those stares and snickers in school aren’t easily broken, but she falls prey to charming smiles, trusting words, and careful eyes — it’s something she’s constantly working on, always chastising herself whenever she falls too easily

at first sight, she’s a small girl with a big mouth. her personality purposefully magnified to hide the fact that she’s afraid of getting attached. her sailor’s mouth is a surprise to most, along with her openness with her sexuality (bi af) and honesty when it comes to just about anything she has a strong opinion on (feminism, equal rights, lgbtq+ issues, animal cruelty, etC)

but for better or for worse, noah generally prides herself for having hardly a care in the world. many of her days just go with the flow and she’s not worried about her future — the future is today, as she likes to say to convince her friends to join her on one of her many adventures

one of the greatest friends one could ask for because of her strong loyalty, charming smile, generosity, and taste for adventure (it also helps that, thanks to her green thumb, this one grows the best weed in moreau ajklsh). she distracts others from developing too much curiosity about her own story by being an incredibly good listener and shoulder to cry on

to elaborate on her disorder: noah still has a prescription to aid her symptoms (most commonly fast and rambling words, an inability to shit still — showcased by tapping her feet, twirling her hair, fiddling with anything near her, etc — and a short attention span that is often interrupted by interludes of hyperfocus) but often pushes aside her pills because of her stubbornness. relying on a pill isn’t her favourite thing in the world and she likes to tell herself she can get by without them but lbr, the bitch can’t kjlhsd at least not for too long. though she keeps her problems as best a secret as possible, i’m sure someonE’S noticed her slip ups

↘︎ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 !

this was a rollar coaster and a half. i know. i’m sorry. akjlshd please love me

tl;dr: small town girl from the mountains, raised by two loving separate parents, hardened by teasing and stares because of her adhd, but found her freedom and passion for life in europe before moving to vancouver to keep that spark alive. works 3 jobs to keep herself busy and because she just can’t make her mind on what she wants to do (waitress, dog walker, pole dancing instructor). 

first things that come to mind when thinking of noah: peaches, house plants (wink wink), fluffy dogs and purring cats, leather bound journals, and a lust for adventure.

as for connections, i want them aLL but i listed a few right here for y’all to check out. if any of those catch your eye / you’re down to brainstorm, hmu through tumblr ims / discord or like this and i’ll come to you!!!

[ridiasfangirlings]

i've had this thought for a while... like where both Yata and Fushimi are like pets... Yata's a small, russet dog while Fushimi is a black cat with blue eyes... Yata found Fushimi getting mauled one day so he dragged him to a shelter? they've been friends since... Munakata and Suoh adopt the pets and like theres just this one day where their pets go out of the house and they follow and then yata and fushimi meet up and munakata and suoh are just like "oh"

Somehow this isreally adorable, the fuzziest Sarumi AU. Fushimi being like thisscrawny black cat that was adopted by some asshole named Niki whojust tormented the cat as much as possible and made Fushimi’s lifemiserable to the point that he doesn’t trust anyone, humans or otheranimals. Then Niki dies and no one bothers to come check on his cat,poor Fushimi is starving and miserable until finally someone shows upto clean out the house so it can be sold and Fushimi manages to makea break for it. Maybe the cleaning guys try to catch Fushimi, likethey’re calling to him all nicely and trying to offer him any snacksthey have on hand but Fushimi just hisses and swipes at them becausehe doesn’t believe that these strange people don’t just want to harmhim again. Then he runs off into the street, living in alleys and outof dumpsters and he’s known around the neighborhood as ‘that meanstray that won’t let anyone touch him.’ His pretty black coat getsreally scraggly and he ends up super thin because he’s a very pickycat and won’t eat just normal garbage but of course he won’t letanyone get near him to feed him either.

So then one dayFushimi’s out trying to find food when this pack of big scary dogsattacks him, Fushimi hisses and fights back, clawing and spitting buthe’s still outnumbered and just in bad shape. That’s when tiny yappydog Yata comes barreling into the other dogs, nipping at their legsand just being this tiny red fireball of a dog. He manages to grabFushimi by the scruff and drags him off, even though Fushimi’s biggerthan he is. Once they’re safe Fushimi turns on Yata and hisses,running into the nearest tree to hide, while Yata just ambles aroundthe base of the tree wagging his tail and looking hopeful. Say Yatawas a beloved family pet who ended up left alone when his owner gotremarried and the family moved, he’s been on the street ever sinceand he’s very friendly and lonely. Fushimi doesn’t want anything todo with this dog though, just licking his wounds and trying to ignoreYata’s presence. The next day though Yata spots him on the street andruns up and starts licking him, ignoring the way Fushimi tries toclaw him. Maybe one day Fushimi eats some like poisoned food orsomething and gets sick and Yata stays with him and curls up next tohim until the sickness passes, after that they end up beinginseparable wandering around the streets together.

But then afterthey’ve been together a while the two of them get picked up by localshelter workers, like Yata’s just out walking around with Fushimiwhen he gets grabbed by a dogcatcher. Fushimi tries to run and savehim, clawing at the dogcatcher’s legs and getting kicked into a bushwhere he’s eventually picked up by a local cat rescue. The cat rescuetries to rehabilitate him but he’s very hard to find a home for sincehe’s so prickly and keeps trying to escape to find Yata. That’s whenMunakata comes in looking for a cat and immediately falls in lovewith the gloomiest, most temperamental kitty of the bunch. Fushimi isunfriendly at first but eventually he warms up to all the spoilingand doting he gets from Munakata. Elsewhere, Yata ends up adopted byMikoto and thinks his new master is the coolest ever while Mikotooccasionally regrets picking out this dog that loves waking him earlyevery morning with a million dog kisses.

Finally it happensthat Mikoto goes to take his hyperactive small dog for a walk just asMunakata decides to test out his new cat leash (which isn’t so much'taking Fushimi for a walk’ as 'dragging resistant angry cat on aleash down the street’) when they run into each other. As it happensMunakata and Mikoto know each other and they start sniping at eachother a little when Munakata’s suddenly like 'Suoh, why is your dogtrying to lick my cat to death?’ Cue tiny Yata just falling all overFushimi, tail wagging madly, while Fushimi sits there totallystone-faced but purring a little because he can’t help it that he’sactually so happy to see Yata again. Munakata ends up setting up hiscat to have play dates with Mikoto’s dog and the two get to see eachother all the time (oh, bonus Mikorei, they get their human 'parents’together and live happily ever after with Munakata probably takingall these fond pictures of his cat and Suoh’s dog snuggling adorablyon the couch).