#tinycat

[splinteredstar]

Tinycat you are blocking the light

[quotescompile]

That why cat is control world

[thatssomeana]

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[thingsic]

she just sits like this

she’s feral

source:me

[jenthebug]

First I clipped his claws, now I’m embarrassing him on tumblr lmao

[tiny-kats-of-taocc]

hello?

[mod speaking!]

[yup, you saw that right! for the three of you still following this old, old blog, this is kats blog! i decided to revive and overhaul this whole blog, since it was kinda just collecting dust...]

[for those of you only just now following it, hello! im mod lily. you might know me for quite a few other characters, or you might not]

[kat was my very first tadc oc. wayyy back when autumn first started taocc, i made this blog because i was SO EXCITED for people to see my silly little pillow cat oc]

[but it never really gained any attention, so i abandoned kat and their blog...]

[until now! and now kat has a friend with them!]

[lyubov started as a self-insert oc that was meant to just literally be me but in tadc. slowly but surely, as most of my ocs of that sort did, she developed a personality and story of her own. and now here she is!]

[one thing i forgot to mention in kats bio is that theyre mute. they cant speak. and something i forgot to mention for lyubov is that she knows sign language, and despite the fact that she has paws and not hands, she can still sign fairly well.]

[anyways, same basic rules as my other blogs. dont be rude to anyone on my blog, dont be super horny (t o m b) because kat will run away and lyubov will blatantly ignore you and i will just be very annoyed and disappointed and disgusted, and please be considerate. also dont be homophobic or anything like that. this blog is a safe space for all.]

[and thats about it! if youve got any questions, just go ahead and ask! enjoy my two silly little kitties!]

[mod blog: @fields-of-lilies-are-pretty]

Lyubov talks like this. "She talks like this when using sign language."

"kat 'talks' like this by writing on their chest"

tags:

#pillowcat - kat is talking

#fluffycat - lyubov is talking

#tinycats - both are talking

#[mod lily] - mod is talking

#timetopawse - lore

#bopitback - reblogs

[elegantmess-southernbelle]

I don’t know if I’m more of a wet hen than I used to be or if the pregnancy hormones are raging, but I’m in tears right now. Earlier, I was crying because I hated myself for bringing a baby into a horrible world. But, this world made the Carpathia, the goddamned Carpathia, a ship that performed a miracle because of the good hearts of two men who would never have been known if they weren’t good.

Maybe this world isn’t as bad as she looks.

Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.

Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.

(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)

Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.

All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.

I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.

Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.

And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.

Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.

I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.

Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.

No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a respondibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.

They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.

This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.

In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.

At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.

I think the least we can do is remember them for it.

[scarefox]

accidentally used my private e-mail address in a business e-mail ...

Because I have both e-mail accounts linked together (so I don't miss business e-mails since I always forget to check that account...) BUT you have to manually select your e-mail address if you want to send it from the other one. The private one is set as default which I forgot... lol......

BUT it's just a silly cute meme-ish named address which is a bit cringe... sometimes boomer misinterpret it as some spicy username tho 🙄 ....... it's just not professional like my boring name-based address....... But I just send a request for information and I might not be in contact with that company afterwards again... so not that bad. Could be worse, still a bit embarrassing.

[splinteredstar]

It is tinycat's gotcha day.

Six years ago, I went to a shelter intending to get an entirely different cat, and then I saw a little dilute tortie and thought "oh, oh no."

She is the light of my life, joy of my heart, stealer of my pillows. Best and tiniest of kitties in all the land.

I have given her much tuna to celebrate.

[icanhaschezburger]

CHEEZBURGER CONFIDENTIAL

name: Dr. Tinycat

vital info: A tiny cat that is also a doctor. That's really all you need to know. Now I'm just writing stuff to fill this space.

medical acronyms:

MD, DPM, DDS, R2D2

specialties:

brain surgery, diagnostics, cat scratch fever

schooling:

Princeton, Cat Harvard, Johns Hopkittins

[jenthebug]

See him face too

[naamahdarling]

Funny pet story (cats and snakes): One day I woke up and my husband was still asleep so I was doing some work outside. My little orange cat ran into the house with something in her mouth. I made her drop it but it slithered into the closet of our office and I couldn't find it. I left a Post-it note on my husband's computer letting him know to be aware of snek. He kept sleeping. The second snake I confiscated as it came in the house. I left another Post-it. The third snake went behind the TV and I managed to sweep it into the dustpan and put it outside. By the time my husband woke up there were four notes for the FOUR snakes Tinycat brought in that day. She was very proud of herself. After the fourth snake I shut her inside to stop her going out to get more.

(No snakes were harmed in the making of this story. I think Tiny believes they are exciting wiggly strings and just wants to play with them. I keep her inside when it's snake weather now because those poor garter snakes don't deserve to be traumatized like that.)

Oh my goodness! Kitty bringing in spicy noodles!!! What a good hunter! How impressive! I like snakes very much so I would have been rather delighted by the gifts provided they were alive. Do you suppose any were the same snake, apprehended by the cat a second time?

There's different types of cats when it comes to hunters. You can tell by the kind of toys they like and the way they tend to attack. Some are mousers, some are birders, and sometimes, just sometimes, you get a snake hunter. Raleigh is a mouser, Sid is a mouser, Etrigan is a birder, and Fancy is a birder and a snaker. (Smooch doesn't have very good vision so he just goes for whatever he can see under his nose.) Fancy popcorns around like a mongoose and smacks her prey into the dirt. Incredible that not only are their instincts so refined, but that some seem almost born to specialize, being good at a certain type either from birth, or maybe taught a particular thing by their mother. (We had birders at my childhood house because our oldest eternal cat taught every kitten who came through the door how to hunt, and she liked taking larger birds like jays and doves. I watched one of her proteges teach her own babies to hunt birds. Grisly but amazing. One of her babies grew up to regularly take whole rabbits. They are devastating to wildlife so I keep mine inside, but I do miss watching cats hunt. They're so amazing.)

[noamuth]

Please enjoy the fact that the Drowic word for cat is "murrpau", which I can only imagine sounds a little like purring when you say it

Dal called it "tralamurrpau", "trala" meaning "tiny"

tinycat. tiny purring creature

[jenthebug]

Guess who’s on my lap?

His fucking paws are still wet 😂

[splinteredstar]

It's been very warm so the tinycat has been melting on Surfaces lately

If you have a fluffy pet, I want to see pictures of that pet; reblog this and share with everyone how cute your critter is. No real reason, just "I'm having a reasonably good day and I think that the day would be improved by pictures of floofers".

[tiny-kats-of-taocc]

Lyubov and Kat were ready.

They knew. They felt it. The leaving. All the people that were disappearing and leaving one by one. They knew their turn was next. And they were both ready.

"I'm glad we got to be here, however short lived it was."

Kat nodded silently. Lyubov smiled, her tail twitching.

"Can't wait to go home and leave this place behind, though. I'll never forget it, I hope, but I think it's time."

Kat nodded again, a small smile on their face. Then they felt it. It was time. Lyubov stood up, and Kat floated to her shoulder. They smiled and closed their eyes, and with a soft flash of white light, they were both gone.