i want to pet the kitty


This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Christmas wishes
  • Me, 9 years ago: I want a pony, crayons, a puppy, a coloring book, a kitty, a DS, a Wii, pink pajamas, a unicorn, another unicorn, that huge barbie deluxe house, that entire Littlest Pet Shop set, more Bakugans, Pokemon cards, and more unicorns
  • Mall Santa: Hohoho of course my smol child
  • Me now: I. WANT. MY. OTP. TO. BE. CANON
  • Mall Santa: Uhh.. young lady, aren't you a bit too old to be doing this? Also isn't that request a little stra-
  • Me: *whispers* I swear, if you don't make my otp canon I will burn down the entire North Pole.
  • Mall Santa: ...ho?

Guess who come to visit our office today??? THIS LITTLE ADORABLE CUTIE PIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! IM SO HYPER LOOK AT HIM SO GORGEOUS!!!! Hes just been born a month ago look hes still so innocent!!!!!

Actually he belongs to a lady in our next-door office and Im not familiar with them now Im kinda standing nervously in front of their office door hoping they would let me pet him… My boss told me I become a cat stalker hell yeah I have been addicted to cat since I was born.

things you said through your teeth

more ladynoir for the soul /o/

somewhat NSFW take heed :’D


Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.

She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”

Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…

Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—

And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.

Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.

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these are kind of old and kind of blurred but. 


Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 6.358

Warnings: smut (oral sex (female receiving), explicit language), swearing, angst, wrap it before you tap it!

Котенька - a really cute Russian pet name like ‘kitty’

“I don’t want you to worship the ground where I’m walking on.” you screamed angry at the back of a leaving Bucky. After another argument with him, you lost your well-trained patience. It was always the same topic. You loved Bucky, from the bottom of your heart, and you tried your best to work with his insecurities but today was too much. As he heard your voice and the words you spat against him, he stopped in his tracks to walk away from you, away from your relationship and out of your shared apartment.

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anonymous asked:

Am cat who live in place call "shelter". Nice humans come every day and give pets to help me remember humans are nice. One day human person come and let me sit in warm lap, they pet and pet until I fall asleep. But then they put me back???? So rude want to sleep in lap ALL THE TIME. They say am good kitty who is so nice I should have a lap forever as soon as someone notices.


Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 7)

I’m baaaaack. Damn, I missed writing thsi. This chapter was supposed to be fluff. Supposed to, but something went wrong. Lol.

First | Next

Slight sin. Nothing explicit

When Adrien stumbled in his office, more dead than alive, it was around eleven. Marinette raised an eyebrow.

“You coffee is cold.” she stated simply, looking up from her laptop.

Adrien blinked down at her. He remembered sending her a text about joining his drinking spree when he was tipsy and there was proof on his phone that she answered positively. Now the problem was that after that he had no memory. And every time he tried to remember something, he only got a headache. Or the word ladyboobies. Yeah, that’s all he remembered. And now he was worried he might have said or done something stupid or improper that might have offended or angered her. He honestly hoped he didn’t.

“So about yesterday, I’d like to apologize for anything stupid or rude that I might have done.”

Something flickered in Marinette’s eyes, something he couldn’t quite place. And then she gave him one of the sweetest smiles he had ever received from anyone. “Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything. Now, why don’t you just sit and eat your breakfast. By the way, I’ll forward you the reports from our headquarters in Milano.”

Adrien let out a sigh of relief and sat down at his own desk. He was very very grateful for nothing bad happening the previous night. Still, he wondered what was with the whole ladyboobies deal? Did he have a wet dream about Miss Fortune again? Probably. That must be it.

Paris had many flaws, it was far from the perfect overly romanticized city every non-French person thought it was. But Adrien couldn’t deny that Paris, at night, from the rooftops, was quite a gorgeous sight. Adrien sat down, his legs dangling off the roof as he admired the sight. It was late in the night but the streets still had buzz, people still out and about. Adrien sighed and closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the peace for as long as it lasted.

“Romantic night, isn’t it?”

His eyes snapped open. So much for a peaceful night.

Miss Fortune somehow sneaked next to him. Adrien gulped. Her shoulder length hair was ruffled by the breeze and her blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than any light. And with the rooftops and the Eiffel in the background and that alluring smile on her lips, she was quite a sight. By far, one of the most gorgeous sights he had ever seen. Well, fuck him. He wasn’t supposed to think about that, no matter how true it was. She was a criminal.

Adrien moved from the edge of the rooftop and rolled till he was in a position that won’t end up with him thrown in the middle of the street. To his surprise, Miss Fortune sighed. Looking over her shoulder at him and for a second he could have sworn he saw sadness in her eyes.

“I’m not here to fight, kitten. Or to steal anything.” she turned her head, preferring to look towards the sky rather than him. “Can we just enjoy this night together? I feel like it is too serene to disturb it with our cat and bug game.”

“I… I guess?” he wasn’t sure what to answer. He was too weary of her and her little tricks.

Sighing again, Miss Fortune turned around and started crawling towards him. Chat was frozen in place as she came closer and nestled herself between his spread legs. He wanted to push her away, but she didn’t give him the chance. She reached for him and her hands nestled in his hair. Adrien melted. Damn his cat instincts that basically made him go putty in her hands.

“Just relax, kitty kitty. I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy.” Adrien bit his lip, as she kept petting him. He liked it too much for his own good.

“Paris is for lovers, isn’t it minou? Can you imagine how wonderful would it be if you just gave up on that stubbornness and admitted you love me?” she whispered and Chat closed his eyes to not have to deal with both her beautiful face and alluring voice.

“I don’t love criminals. I feel nothing like that towards you.” he argued between clenched teeth. Her fingers were still playing with his hair.

“Is it so?” she leaned forward, her lips coming next to his ear. “A little birdie told me you only get hard because of me.”

Chat almost bit his tongue off to keep from screaming. Damn her and damn him too and his dirty brain and his traitorous dick. Miss Fortune lowered a hand, scratching him under the chin and that was all for him. A loud rumble echoed in the night,

Chat’s eyes snapped open only to see Miss Fortune looking almost as surprised as him, before her lips curled into a smile. “Did you just purr?”

“No!” he defended quickly.

“You did. You purred!” her hands went back to his hair, massaging his scalp in such a pleasant rhythm it was killing him. “Purr again.”

Chat tried to shock his head and keep the rumbled i. He honestly did his best. He wasn’t her damn pet, for screaming out loud. But Miss Fortune lowered her hand, stroking his thigh slowly, while her other hand was still busy petting his head. And she went up, up until she reached for his crotch. Her slender fingers passed slowly over the leather of his costume, letting the warmth of her hands feel behind it.

“Purr for me, mon minou.” she whispered in his ear.

Defeated, he let the satisfied, happy sounds out, purring louder than he had ever before. Miss Fortune was obviously satisfied with this outcome.
“Just like that. Good kitten, purr some more for your lady.”

Hearing the praise, Adrien let his head fall against her shoulder with a helpless whine as he kept purring loudly while her hands were busy stroking him. She smelled so good, like jasmine flowers. Damn him, why did he have to be so weak when it came to her? His brain was trying to protest, but his body had other ideas, to delighted with what was going on. So Chat stayed like that, enjoying her ministrations and purring loudly.

Hopes for Voltron Season 3:

-Lance character development.
-IF Lotor does go for Lance, I want Keith to deck Lotor in the face in order to protect Lance. “Don’t you DARE lay a finger on Lance, Lotor.”
-Lance cradling Keith in his arms.
-Lance gets an alien pet.
-In Lance’s character development, he has some flashbacks with his family.
-Even more Pining Keith. The boy is pining hard for Lance, and I want to see him pine for Lance even more than he already is.
-More Keith flirting with Lance.
-An episode where Keith and Lance are in a mission together. OR an episode where they are stuck together somewhere and need to do teamwork in order to escape.
-Keith’s galra form. (Hopefully no sadness tho, I want it to be a random moment where he suddenly goes galra and Lance is just “omg he looks like a kitty”)
-More Klance moments.
-Pidge retrieves at least one of their family members in the third season.
-More Shallura moments.
-Some more Allura character development!! -Some Coran character development!!!
-Haggar backstory.
-The galra that Keith saved to appear again. Hopefully that’s Keith’s mom.
-More Shay.
-Hunk character development.
-Some kind of reason for Hunk’s desire to save the universe–they all have one. Lance for example is because he wants to see his family again, Hunk is the only one left who doesn’t have a reason yet. But please don’t hurt him.

Kitty Kisses

A birthday gift to one of my very amazing friends, @ladyserendipitous <3333 Hope it was an amazing day, you sparkling sandstone! This is written off of something you said about reveal by kitty kisses a week or so ago!

Summary: Marinette sees if Chat Noir’s cat tendencies extend to slow blinks, or, as she liked to call them, kitty kisses.


It all started when the light of the sun began to fade, and the lights of the city began to illuminate the darkening sky. It had never been unusual for Marinette to be out past the the setting of the sun, for her parents understood her need for inspiration. So when she laid down on a bench in the park nearby her home, as she so often did, she hadn’t expected company.

A dark figure had leaped from the rooftops and landed nearby her, thankfully not startling her because she’d already been tracking its movements from some distance away. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement before returning her attention to the landscape of her city.

Chat Noir didn’t speak right away, but instead sat in front of the bench and settled himself so that his head tilted back, pressing into Marinette’s arm. He watched the city with her, enjoying the moment of peaceful calm that had fallen over Paris. Even with the comfortable silence, Chat couldn’t keep from talking any longer.

“You’re out pretty late, Marinette,” he commented, going the route of obvious observations.

She hummed in response, tracing the lines of the buildings with her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet in a way that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the city. “I have art block. This usually helps.”

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