reaching cat


Season 2 hc: Everyone grows attached to Yuuri in Russia and Victor has some Regrets ™

Or: my excuse to draw domestic Russian family + Yuuri


I think she’s trying to reach me telepathically 😳

Cat Vocabulary in Norwegian

Originally posted by shoutscion

en katt - a cat

en kattunge - a kitten

et kjæledyr - a pet

en tamkatt - a domesticated cat

en villkatt - a wild cat

Norsk skogkatt - Norwegian forest cat

pels - fur

værhår - whiskers

klør - claws

en hale - a tail

poter / labber - paws

langhåret - long-haired

korthåret - short-haired

pelsløs - hairless

søt - cute

myk - soft

vennlig - friendly

mjau - meow

å leke - to play

å sove - to sleep

å kose - to cuddle

å ripe - to scratch

å hoppe - to jump

å jakte - to hunt

å oppføre seg dårlig - to misbehave

I need a fic now where before the fight with Rhea, Kara gives the necklace to Cat for safekeeping in case she doesn’t make it.”- thank @xy0009 who graciously let me write this for her 

“Aren’t you supposed to be out pummeling that alien queen into the concrete?” Cat asked, watching Supergirl land gently on her balcony.

“I am, soon. Sooner than soon,” Kara said, looking at the countdown that was playing on the corner of all the screens behind Cat’s desk. Fifteen minutes left. “I just had a talk with Kal. Er, Superman.”

Cat’s eyebrow lifted at the accidental name drop, tucking away the information for… nothing, probably. She couldn’t exactly start printing every little slip up Kara made in her presence. But it was always nice to know more than other people. “Did he give you some tips on not getting snatched by that god-awful cape?”

“No, although that would be helpful if he had any,” Kara said, twisting the end of her cape anxiously around her arm. “He just said some stuff about… about fighting for people that you cared about. His girlfriend, mostly.”

“Superman has a girlfriend?” Cat asked, sidetracked for a moment at the thought of Lois Lane finding out that her precious superhero was going home to someone else.

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Was talking to @tokyoteddywolf and it was decided that Kitty!Lance needed to chase after a laser pointer. He’s gon catch it if it’s the last thing he does.

Keith is in control of the laser pointer. RIP Lance.



anonymous asked:

A prompt, if I may? :) To celebrate Catco's 20th anniversary, Supergirl agrees to a televised interview with Cat Grant. It's a smash in the ratings, of course, and some viewers notice the chemistry and sexual tension...which leads to some angst and feelings being revealed. :)

“Like forty percent of these comments are about you staring at Cat with heart eyes,” Winn said, scrolling through Youtube comments in the middle of the DEO. “I mean, they aren’t wrong.”

“Winn!” Kara hissed, leaning over him and closing out of the page before J’onn caught him goofing off at work again. He’d already been given several stern talking to’s about it. A pout formed on her face and she crossed her arms over her crest. “I do not stare at Cat.”

“Everyone stares at Cat.” Maggie piped in, leaning back in the chair beside Winn at the console. “You are not an exception.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” Kara said, pointing at her threateningly. “You’re supposed to be at work.”

“I can’t believe we’re even wasting time talking about the ‘heart eyes’ comments,” Maggie said, pretending to ignore Kara completely. “Cat spent half the interview trying to act like she wasn’t ready to climb Kara like a tree.”

“I can’t hear you,” Kara muttered, walking away from the two newest annoyances in her life. Not that she could really get away from it; it seemed everyone had something to say about the interview she’d volunteered to give Cat after she’d helped save everyone from the Daxamite invasion. It seemed about the only way she could really thank her for coming back just in time. And it had actually went really well. People had loved it, she hadn’t given away too many secrets about herself or her work at the DEO, and she hadn’t completely embarrassed herself. Or, that’s what she’d thought before people start dissecting every single detail of her interaction with Cat.

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Orange, Furry, and Fat As Hell

pairing: Lin x reader

prompt: You rescued my cat from a tree, but you also feel out the tree afterwards. I’m so sorry this is all my fault are you okay. You’re still cute though?

excuse the horrible title, but that line is my favourite line i’ve ever written. this is dedicated to @l-nmanuel because it’s our monthiversary!!!

words: 700-something (the shortest thing i’ve ever written)


“That’s my cat!”

You ran through the lobby of your apartment, dodging indignant old ladies, chasing after your cat. Your cat was orange, furry, and fat as hell. You didn’t even know it could run.

Your cat jumped onto a sofa, its claws raking across the guy sitting on the sofa. He yelped, yanking off his headphones and dropping his book. “What the hell?”

“That’s my cat, Koi,” you told him, slightly freaked out. “It ran away, and like, I don’t know what to do.”

He put down his headphones, and with unexpected speed, ran after the cat. You followed him just in time to watch your cat leap onto a branch.

The guy furrowed his brows for a moment, obviously scared of the prospect of climbing a tree. But then he licked his lips, set his jaw and jumped on the tree, hitting his head hard on the bark. He nearly fell backwards.

Your cat reached the very top branch, peacefully resting and gazing at you from up there. You could’ve sworn there was a taunt in your cat’s eyes.

“Dude, I don’t think you can make it. You have to be a sports god or something to make it,” you said to him.

He was beginning to lose his balance. He nearly slipped off the lowest branch, but his tight grip on the branch on top of it saved him. You tried to ignore how his muscles strained under his shirt.

You attempted to say words of encouragement, but because you were slightly distracted by his arms, what came out of your mouth was: “Please don’t die.”

He glanced at you with an exhilarated laugh and pulled himself up, swinging himself onto the top branch, landing right next to your cat. He shot you a victorious look. Gently, he cradled the cat with one arm. His eyes softened as he held at the cat fondly.

“By the way, my name’s Lin, but you can just call me sport god from now on,” he said to you.

You rolled your eyes. He tried to lower himself down the tree with one arm, but his arm shook with exhaustion and he nearly collapsed on the tree.

He looked down at you, biting his lip. “Hold your arms out,” he said. You outstretched your arms. He coaxed Koi into a ball and gently threw her at you. Maybe it was how tired he was, or he was just an idiot, because he messed up the trajectory. Koi hit you right in the face. You felt like you were inhaling a ball of fur.

He attempted to lower himself down the tree again. “Man, you’re really good at handling balls,” you called out. You heard a loud bark of laughter from him as he laughed, shoulders shaking so hard that he lost his grip. Then you heard a loud thud.

He had plummeted into the ground, curled into fetal position, rocking himself back and forth. You ran up to him and rolled him onto his back.

“You okay?”

He was silent, and you got worried that he was crying, then you saw a flash of a grin beneath his curtain of hair and you smacked his shoulder.

“Ow, woman!” he yelled, wincing and rubbing his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault,” you said, trying to feel guilty. “No one asked you to climb the stupid tree anyway.”

He grinned. “Anything for the crazy woman who runs up to me yelling about a cat.”

You watched the lines of his face, his messy long hair and his stubble. Not bad, you decided.

He sat up slowly, feeling his chest to make sure there was no damage. He brushed off the dirt from his pants and tried to look dignified. “Well, since you’ve seen my at my absolute most embarrassing, we should go out for lunch so I can show you just how cool I am when I haven’t just fallen off a tree.”

“You save my cat once and you think that’s worth a date?” you helped him up, grinning.

He ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m already feline the connection.”

You smacked his shoulder again, ignoring his yelp of pain. “Shut up, Lin.”

anonymous asked:

How major of a health concern is being fat for a cat? I'm sure it variety depending on how fat, but just in general. And along that line, any suggestions for helping a cat lose weight that already gets extra exercise and controlled portions?

Being a ‘bit overweight’ is not that bad most of the time, as long as the cat’s weight isn’t trending upwards all the time. Being obese is a significant concern for a cat’s health and quality of life.

Feline obesity is correlated with a number of conditions, and makes these conditions worse or more difficult to manage if it’s present: Diabetes mellitus, pancreatitis, osteoarthritis, FLUTD.

  • Diabetes can be type 1 or type 2 in cats, but in obese cats it’s usually type 2. A small number of these cats can go into remission with dietary control and short term insulin, but continued weight gain makes that extremely unlikely. High protein diets are beneficial for these cats.
  • Pancreatitis is more likely in cats carrying more fat, and may be triggered by high fat diets.
  • Osteoarthritis is more severe in larger animals because of the increased biomechanical forces on the body. This applies to physically bigger cats as well as obese cats.
  • Feline Lower urinary Tract Disease may manifest as urinary tract infections, idiopathic cystitis or urinary crystals. In male cats this can cause urethral blockages, which can cause death within 48 hours as the cat is unable to urinate. This is an emergency.

Hygiene is a significant concern for obese cats, and an important welfare issue too. Most obese cats reach a point where they can no longer groom themselves or clean their backside. This results in being unsanitary (cats hate not being clean) and fur will often knot into mats along the back and hips, making it more painful to move.

While encouraging obese cats to lose weight is beneficial, crash diets or rapid weight loss is outright dangerous because it can cause Hepatic Lipidosis.

Hepatic lipidosis is a potentially fatal condition in cats, where a cat with excess fat is, for whatever reason, not eating enough and mobilizes those fat stores for energy. But if that cat mobilizes too much of its fat stores for energy, more than its liver can handle, it will result in a build up of fatty acids in the liver and, basically, liver failure.

To make a cat lose weight, all there is to it is less calories in, and more calories out. There’s no magic trick to it, just patience and persistence. Some cats do better on a high protein diet (protein is lower calorie per gram and encourages maintenance of lean muscle mass), some on a high fiber diet (less digestable calories per mouthful and more fullness). Some cats benefit from puzzle feeders or having their food ‘hidden’ in different areas of the house so they’re encouraged to ‘patrol’ to look for food (more activity and slower eating). Checking their food portions are appropriate for their target weight, not their current weight, is important too. Also that nobody else is feeding the cat. This is a particular problem for cats allowed to free roam.

I would hope that care and patience a cat can lose no more than 1% of its body weight per week. That means it might be a year before you see ‘significant’ progress in a cat’s weight loss, but this isn’t about a quick fix, this is about making a change safely to reduce risks in the future.

Like most things, there is a spectrum of severity. It’s very difficult to force a cat to lose weight, but the reason we talk about this at all is to maintain a good quality of life. This is in respect to the cat’s mobility and ability to do cat things, not psychological factors like fat shaming, which do not apply to cats.

“I have a newfound appreciation for Lilo and Stitch. After my first cat died, I went into a pretty bad depression. When I went to a shelter to pick a new cat, one particular cat reached his paws through the cage and grabbed my arm and pulled my hand to him. I adopted him, and at first he was really bad (much like Stitch), but now he is such an important part of our family and life. Now every time I watch L&S I smile because I now have a Stitch to my Lilo (I even have a Scrump doll my mom made).”

anonymous asked:

supercat, 97, please?

Supercat + 97. “I want you and I know you want me too.”

“How do you feel about public marriage proposals?” Kara asked, frowning at her phone as she scrolled through Instagram, leaning up against the headboard. Her pajama clad legs pulled up to her chest. Cat was sitting at her dresser, taking off her makeup and still wearing the dress she’d worn to work. She looked up at Kara’s reflection in the mirror as she wiped the dark red lipstick off.

“Depends on who’s asking.” Cat smirked, reaching up to take off her earrings. They clattered onto the dresser, joining her necklace and a couple rings. “I’ve had strangers drop to their knees in front of me and beg before. While flattering on some level, it’s wildly uncomfortable for the most part.”

“Ok but like, specifically, if you were dating someone for like a period of time… like a reasonable amount of time-”

“Like a year and a half?” Cat supplied, tossing a knowing look over her shoulder before going back to what she was doing. Kara faltered, her grasp on the phone tightening enough to crack the screen.

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Yo! I wrote a thing. Remember when Cat fell out of a plane and Kara caught her? Yeah, it takes place during that. Obviously, I added some stuff.

Cat gripped the seat belt with a desperation she hadn’t felt in decades when an explosion wracked the plane. The fuselage door was ripped off its hinges and the wings disintegrated in a fiery blast, forcing the plane to plummet towards the ground like a giant, metal paperweight.

The sudden jostling threatened her tenuous hold, and letting go spelled certain death, but the twisting and jarring of the plane wrested her loose, and a gut-wrenching realization of impending death engulfed her.

Regrets flashed through her mind as she tumbled out of the plane, a moment eerily reminiscent of the time she’d been thrown off the balcony. The regret foremost in her mind was her lack of courage in telling Kara how she felt. Instead of revealing her feelings, Cat had run. She’d run with the excuse of conquering new seas, telling Kara to ‘dive’ when she, herself, had been too scared to follow her own advice.

The second? Well, the second regret that plagued her was allowing that woman to have the last word. I don’t confab. I command. Cat scoffed. Those words infuriated her, even now, as she hurtled headfirst towards earth.

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