New cats experience a roller coaster of emotions during their transition. The best way to help is to understand what they are going through and create the best environment for them to thrive. Research, prepare, and make it the smoothest transition possible.
Summary for what we did, but please do your own research 😺Share to help kitties!
It’s official canon that there are cats living in Skyhold so please imagine:
one of the cats somehow getting into the war room and just plopping itself down right in the middle of all those carefully placed markers and turning the organized map into absolute chaos because a nice sunbeam was shining on the table.
cats sleeping on the inquisitor’s throne (or alternatively clawing it to pieces)
cats in the infirmary lifting people’s spirits and keeping the injured warm
cats snuggled up beside Storvacker when she’s in Skyhold
someone making little inquisition uniforms for the cats to make them honorary inquisition members. The cats just fall over and refuse to move when they’re forced to wear the uniforms and Skyhold is left with a bunch of immobile, angry cats lying on the ground and twitching their tails. Later it’s decided that the cats will just wear inquisition collars instead
each cat having at least ten names because everyone calls them something different leading to some confusion and in one extreme instance, a duel over what one cat should be called
Apple’s weird shading almost works for this one if the lighting wasn’t all over the place. But those cold, emotionless eyes and ears that look like they forgot to draw them in until a second pass… 2/5 Unintentionally Scary.
A cheeky, mischievious boy. What’s he up to? Wolf things, probably. 4/5 Love that mischief.
Microsoft’s style really works in this ones favour. Consistent triangularness. A pointy lad in all the right places. 5/5 Full Points
An adorable little puppy! Doesn’t look much like a wolf though. Ears too pointy. And is that hair? 2/5 Possible fursuit head.
Hey so this is a cat? 0/5 Cat.
Something feels missing here. I can see what they were going for, but did somebody take a bite out of this one? 2/5 Fix him.
A realistic friend and boy. Not much to say here. Sure is a wolf I guess. Can’t complain. 4/5 No imagination required.
Lopsided as ever. Hey buddy, the camera is over here. What’s with the red eyes? Go full spooky or not at all. 1/5 Might be a werewolf.
*Points at Miniature Schnauzer* look at my wolfdog. 0/5 No.
This wolf hasn’t slept in three years. Look at the bags under his eyes. His muzzle looks like it’s drooping down.
I’ve never seen a sadder emoji in my life. 3/5 Somebody save this poor pup.
Have you guys ever seen The Brave Little Toaster? You know the air conditioner? Yeah that’s him. Toaster/10
Interesting approach, yet somehow has only created the lumpiest awoo of all. 2/5 $300 Fine
People often misunderstand what the old saying about a cat having nine lives means. The cats prefer to keep it a secret, as most humans can’t be trusted with information so fragile and precious, but there are exceptions.
The merchant who shares his leftover fish. The young girl that hides littler after litter of newborn ones in her room until they find new homes. The old man with scars who still has enough kindness to open his shed to let them slip in from the rain. Boys, teenagers, mothers, warriors, brothers - some are trusted.
Exceptions, yes, few nowadays and rare, but honoured all the more.
So nine lives there are indeed. Each cat is born with them and no matter the time or place, they are lost easily.
This is where the story ends for most people.
But for those who are trusted, those who wake up one morning and find a weird taste in their mouth, the scent of a forest never touched by human hands in their nose, and a strange lingering touch of whiskers on their forehead - they know the truth.
Nine lives for this world, is what all our legends used to say.
You, friend of cats, know the ancient, almost forgotten sayings.
You know of cat eyes shining in the deepest night when they shouldn’t be able to. You know of cats staring past your ear, at that forbidden spot right by the frayed corner of your vision, and you fear that if you look, your cat won’t be able to stare it into submission anymore. You don’t look. The cat purrs. You’re safe.
The kittens have all their lives still. They do not look at the edgewalking beasts that whisper through their humans’ house. It will take time until they fall, hurt, learn.
The oldest cats know so much that a touch of their paw will make an entire village shudder. Their quiet voices cast spells. Let them roam. You cannot imagine the things that flee from them as they walk in silence.
Cat friend, you know it in your heart.
You know of the paths they walk that human feet can’t find.
You know of the nights they vanish and return with the scent of blood, earth and salt in their fur, and when your fingers touch their coat, a cold shiver awakes your skin.
Sometimes, they hear things. You don’t know what, but you know enough to let them sit in front of your house or room, paws tucked under, dark stare never leaving an invisible spot in the air.
And when you float between sleep and life, when you’re unlucky enough to claw at the edge of death before you’re ready to go…
Then maybe, friend of cats, you’ll feel a brush of fur along your legs. Maybe, just before you startle with awe in your heart and wake once more, the same pair of eyes that should sleep by your side winks at you from another world.
I want to buy a purebred (a Devon Rex to be exact), but everyone keeps telling me to adopt a cat instead. However, I feel like a Devon would fit me better. Do you think I should go through with buying a cat or just adopt one?
if you think a Devon Rex would mesh with you better, buy a Devon Rex!
responsible breeders do not contribute to overpopulation & shelter deaths, which is why I really don’t care for the ‘adopt don’t shop’ movement (this post sums up my thoughts on that)