“How to make cats and dogs happy at the same time”
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This is how my friend found the cat in the bathroom
Always hang your cat up to dry after a bath.
“I AM THE NITE”
“stop”
“CRIMINALS ARE A MEOWARDLY AND SUPERSTITIOUS LOT”
“get down from there”
I’M CRYING LOOK WHAT MY CAT DID IN HER SLEEP
Blep blep blep
CATS ARE SO WEIRD
Oh my god. This is too cute.
My best guess is that it’s a motor pattern involved in a dream the cat is having - probably either grooming behavior or drinking. Either way, awwwwww.
Is the cat just trying to move the carrot, or?
Rating: Cute
the cat is trying to absolutely fucking murder the carrot
(in all seriousness, this is an example of the overlap in play and hunting behaviors in cats. the cat is playing, but playing for cats involves practicing their hunting skills, so the cat is gripping the carrot and kicking it and shaking it and biting it in an effort to weaken it for possible killing and eating. all in good fun!)
Anonymous asked:
Aww
I’m constantly seeing that crying cat meme on my dash and i gotta remind yall that cats and dogs do not cry naturally, those animals all have eye infections

i’m just worried this kind of anthropomorphism is going to lead to people not recognizing that their animals are sick.
dont worry, this is super photoshopped! this is the original, healthy cat:

thats the devil actually
There is an adorable pug in the film called JB, and when asked if he misses the dog, Taron had one response: “That fucking dog.” He added: “George, as he’s known, is very pretty and very cute, but he is not obedient. I’ve suffered urine, I’ve suffered anarchy and all manners of craziness with that bloody dog. They say don’t work with animals and children, and I’m sure children are tolerable, but don’t ever work with a pug…”
you send me a picture of animals doing something cute: look its us!
me: aww *adds your name to list titled Furry Suspects*
My bf is more of a dog person and never really liked cats much.
But when we moved in together, I brought my cat. He acted for a while like he didn't like the boy, but I'd catch him in the corner of my eye petting him and hugging him, picking him up like an airplane, holding him.
His health declined pretty rapidly over the last few months. I was working so much I barely had time to notice. My bf would try to keep me updated; "He isn't eating as much so I started spoonfeeding him" "he's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom so moved his mat in there" "the vet said to give him his pills twice a day so I've been taking my vitamins with his midday pill" "he wet the bed again, sorry there's sheets all over the bathroom"
I was under so much stress from work, I couldn't handle the thought that my baby boy's health was declining. On occasion I'd go out, I'd invite my boyfriend. "I can't leave the boy" he'd say.
Last Sunday he took a turn for the worst. He could no longer even walk up the stairs to the bed (I got him little pet stairs because he was having trouble jumping up and down a few weeks ago). We laid with him all night. My boyfriend, especially, was extremely upset and holding him and kissing his head.
I joked that he hadn't wanted a cat in the first place, that he's turned into one of those dads that didn't want a cat, and he started to tear up.
"Dad's don't want pets because they don't want the grief of losing them," he said.
When we had to put the boy down on Tuesday, it was the hardest thing I've ever done. The both of us were sobbing. I'd never seen him cry that hard.
Dad's don't want pets, not because they won't love that pet with everything they have, but because they've been through the grief of losing a pet and are trying to protect themselves from going through it again.
I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind me reblogging but I burst into 1000 tears and I’m so sorry for your loss and you’re 100% correct
That’s not just a dog that is your dads little baby girl
My bf is more of a dog person and never really liked cats much.
But when we moved in together, I brought my cat. He acted for a while like he didn't like the boy, but I'd catch him in the corner of my eye petting him and hugging him, picking him up like an airplane, holding him.
His health declined pretty rapidly over the last few months. I was working so much I barely had time to notice. My bf would try to keep me updated; "He isn't eating as much so I started spoonfeeding him" "he's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom so moved his mat in there" "the vet said to give him his pills twice a day so I've been taking my vitamins with his midday pill" "he wet the bed again, sorry there's sheets all over the bathroom"
I was under so much stress from work, I couldn't handle the thought that my baby boy's health was declining. On occasion I'd go out, I'd invite my boyfriend. "I can't leave the boy" he'd say.
Last Sunday he took a turn for the worst. He could no longer even walk up the stairs to the bed (I got him little pet stairs because he was having trouble jumping up and down a few weeks ago). We laid with him all night. My boyfriend, especially, was extremely upset and holding him and kissing his head.
I joked that he hadn't wanted a cat in the first place, that he's turned into one of those dads that didn't want a cat, and he started to tear up.
"Dad's don't want pets because they don't want the grief of losing them," he said.
When we had to put the boy down on Tuesday, it was the hardest thing I've ever done. The both of us were sobbing. I'd never seen him cry that hard.
Dad's don't want pets, not because they won't love that pet with everything they have, but because they've been through the grief of losing a pet and are trying to protect themselves from going through it again.
I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind me reblogging but I burst into 1000 tears and I’m so sorry for your loss and you’re 100% correct
My bf is more of a dog person and never really liked cats much.
But when we moved in together, I brought my cat. He acted for a while like he didn't like the boy, but I'd catch him in the corner of my eye petting him and hugging him, picking him up like an airplane, holding him.
His health declined pretty rapidly over the last few months. I was working so much I barely had time to notice. My bf would try to keep me updated; "He isn't eating as much so I started spoonfeeding him" "he's been spending a lot of time in the bathroom so moved his mat in there" "the vet said to give him his pills twice a day so I've been taking my vitamins with his midday pill" "he wet the bed again, sorry there's sheets all over the bathroom"
I was under so much stress from work, I couldn't handle the thought that my baby boy's health was declining. On occasion I'd go out, I'd invite my boyfriend. "I can't leave the boy" he'd say.
Last Sunday he took a turn for the worst. He could no longer even walk up the stairs to the bed (I got him little pet stairs because he was having trouble jumping up and down a few weeks ago). We laid with him all night. My boyfriend, especially, was extremely upset and holding him and kissing his head.
I joked that he hadn't wanted a cat in the first place, that he's turned into one of those dads that didn't want a cat, and he started to tear up.
"Dad's don't want pets because they don't want the grief of losing them," he said.
When we had to put the boy down on Tuesday, it was the hardest thing I've ever done. The both of us were sobbing. I'd never seen him cry that hard.
Dad's don't want pets, not because they won't love that pet with everything they have, but because they've been through the grief of losing a pet and are trying to protect themselves from going through it again.
I’m sorry I hope you don’t mind me reblogging but I burst into 1000 tears and I’m so sorry for your loss and you’re 100% correct