yes cats are family

MariChat May Day 4: Romeo

This one is for my own personal Romeo, who has been my “creative consultant” on much of what I’ve written.  Thank you, WarBond, for helping me brainstorm.  And, you know, for making our story a happy one.  I love you!


Chat Noir heard a clatter and a shriek as he approached Marinette’s balcony, and he picked up his pace.  Had someone broken in?  Was she ok?  He dove in through her open window rather than using the trap door, and landed in a tense crouch, poised to attack if the situation warranted it.

The situation did not warrant it.

Marinette stared at him dumbly, frozen in the act of collecting several scattered pieces of fabric and sewing supplies from the floor.  A huge grey-blue cat was similarly frozen, with one paw stretched out to bat at a seam-ripper.   He stood from his crouch.  “Um, hi?”

“Chat!  What are you doing?”

“Um, saving you?”

Marinette blinked, and sat back on her heels to look up at him.  “Saving me?”

He shrugged.  “I heard the crash, and a yell and—”

 Crash!  

They both looked at the cat, who’d used Marinette’s distraction as an opportunity to jump up to her desk.  He’d just knocked a tin of pins to the floor, and was busy knocking around a spool of black thread.

“Romeo!  Romeo, no!”  Marinette stood to take the spool, but fell into her desk chair with a gasped “Ow!”

“Are you ok, Princess?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  I’m just stepped on a pin.”  She plucked it from her foot and snatched up the spool.  “Can you help me clean all this up?   Please?”

“So, who is this?”  He knelt and began collecting pins with a smirk.  “Am I not enough cat for you?”

She gave him a withering glare, but otherwise ignored his second question. “I’m cat-sitting for Rose while her—ROMEO!”  She scooped up the big gray cat and dumped him on the chaise, then knelt by Chat to collect her fabric.  “Ugh, that darn cat is going to destroy my room!”

He chuckled.  “Just cat-sitting, then?”

“Yes. I can’t wait for Rose and her family to get back.  He’s a sweet cat, but he’s still young and really playful.”  With all of the fabric stacked neatly, and the pins returned to their tin, the both began to collect the various items that belonged in her sewing basket.

“How long will they be—huh?”  He glanced behind himself to see that Romeo had captured the end of his belt tail in his front paws, and was kicking at it with his hind feet.  “It’s a good thing that isn’t a real tail.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry,” she groaned, tugging the tail away.  “He’s been cooped up in my room, since we can’t risk him getting into the bakery.  I think he’s going a little stir-crazy.”

“It’s alright.  Have you been playing with him?”

Marinette blinked.  “You’re supposed to play with cats?”

“Well, sure.  Especially young ones.”  He frowned.  “Didn’t Rose bring any toys for him?”

“No. But, maybe I can make something?”  She finished putting away her sewing things, and pulled out some yarn scraps.  “Do you have cats?”

“Just my kwami.  But, I did a bit of reading on cats back when he first showed up.  He’s not a house cat, but it definitely helped to explain some of his personality quirks.”  He watched curiously as she began wrapping the yarn around her fingers.  “What are you doing?”

“Making a yarn puff for Romeo,” she replied.  She continued wrapping the yarn until she came to the end, and then worked it off of her hand.  “Here, hold this, and don’t let it unravel.”

He did as she asked.  She picked up a second yarn scrap, and tied the end of it tightly around the middle of the bundle, so that there was one very long tail.  Then she took it from him, and cut the loops at either end with a pair of sharp sewing shears.  “There!”  She fluffed it into a poofy ball, and dangled it from the long tail triumphantly.  “Instant cat toy!”

“That’s perfect!  May I?”  She nodded, and he took it from her fingers.  But when he turned to the chaise, the cat was gone.

“Wait, where did he go?”  Marinette frowned, looking around her room.   “He’s got to be here, somewhere.”

He jiggled the string, making the puff bounce at the end, but the cat stayed hidden.  “Do you have a little bell?”

“I do!  Hang on.”  She went to her stash and rummaged around a bit, and returned with a small gold bell similar to the one at Chat’s throat.   “Will this work?”

“Perfect!”  He threaded the tail of the yarn through the loop on the bell, and slid it all the way down to the fluff ball at the end.  He jiggled it again, and this time, it made a gentle chiming sound.  “Romeo, Romeo,” he called, still shaking the toy.  Then he stopped, and grinned at her in sudden delight.

“Chat,” she began, with a horrified look on her face.  “Don’t you dare!”

His grin broadened, and he waggled his brows.  “ ‘Oh Romeo, Romeo, where the heck art thou, Romeo?’”

“Ugh, Chat!!!”


Author’s note:  Romeo is a Russian Blue, and was based on a cat that my mom had forever ago.  Zeus was beautiful and enormous and I have always wanted to have one, myself.  If you want to see a few pictures, I’ll be posting them here in just a bit.  :)

tardispie24601  asked:

Hey guys...I was wondering if you would adopt me? I'm 17 and a hopelessly lost fangirl with too many feelings and too few coping techniques. I can give support to others but might also need support at times.. If it helps, I love cats and tea and poetry and music.

Yes. Welcome to the family! Bring your cats.
-Sirius

katrinaweasley  asked:

I'm a Ravenclaw with no ass. I'm smart. I read a lot. My patronus is a Bassett Hound and my wand is made of Dogwood. (Sirius would like that) I have two cats. May I please be a part of your family??????

Yes and bring your cats. It’s ironic I know but I am obsessed with cats.

-Sirius

@icantstephen They are really pretty animals! ☺

@anewpanorama What exactly makes sense now?? 🤓

@hermesphear (can’t tag you?!) I think this one in particular is from a family whose cat had kittens, but yes I agree those farms aren’t a good source to support.

anonymous asked:

Did you ever had a pet? Would you like to have one? :)

Yes, my family have dad cats and dogs ever since I was born. I LOVE cats, all my friends call me the crazy cat lady😂. I love dogs too and I desperately want to adopt a cat but my flat is so tiny (also I’m not allowed pets) so I can’t have one. So for now I just have to visit cat cafes and pet random ones I see on the street haha 🐱

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Dance Lessons ~ Part 3

Features: Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass, Severus Snape, Reader
Pairing: slight Draco x Reader

{In which Draco is a slightly arrogant toad and the reader gets forced into an awkward situation}

_._._._

The weeks leading up to the Yule Ball had been… interesting, to say the least. There had been dozens of dance invitations that had been extravagant and elegant and plenty more that had been awkward and forgettable. Daphne, meanwhile, had been in utter bliss - there were breakups and hookups and everything in between - and Daphne was aware of all of them. She had taken to peeking into abandoned classrooms to try to spot any illicit meetings that may have been occurring. 

You had tried to hide out in your dormitory to avoid all of the drama, but Pansy Parkinson had sent just enough threatening glares your way to make you feel unsafe in your own bed. Daphne swore up and down that it was because Draco was going to ask you to the ball. You disagreed. 

One particular day as you had been leaving the library, Gregory Goyle had run into you. It was odd that he was even in the library to begin with, but you still accepted his offer to pick up your books and carry them back to the common room. It made sense though once the two of you were alone. He had somehow gotten it into his thick skull that you would be so thrilled that he helped you that you would graciously accept his Yule Ball invitation. Which is exactly what he asked you. You had allowed a small smile but firmly said no. 

His face hadn’t changed expression so you had snatched back your books and scurried down the corridor before he could say or do anything. 

Gregory had then proceeded to follow you around Hogwarts for the next several days. You successfully ignored him for close to three days but when he showed up as you exited the girls’ lavatory, you had had enough. No one knew exactly what had happened, (Gregory wasn’t telling,) but when he spotted you sitting next to the Bloody Baron at breakfast the next morning, he nearly wet himself. 

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officialcaptain-marvel  asked:

Imagine going on a walk with Bucky, and he stops you. Before you could ask what's up, he shushes you and quickly pulls you the bushes. "Did you hear that?" You look at him confused, not hearing anything. He frowns when it becomes silent. As you both walk away, the air fills with a soft gentle mew. Both of you turn around, and Bucky is beaming. "I definitely heard that" you chuckle. After 10 minutes of searching, he finds a kitten and pleads to take her home. "Fine, but I'm naming her."

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Okay but I love this. Bucky proposing we can our little makeshift family even bigger with a kitty? Yes, please. We can become the cat family, tbh. Idc. I would love that. Ugh yes. See him cuddled up with kittens in the morning. I’m in love. Thank you for this. 

Daniil Kvyat: I have no time for girlfriends.

- Do you have a girlfriend?

- With my rhythm of life I don’t have time for a permanent girlfriend but I don’t see a problem with it.

- So you have girl-“friends” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (or playmates idk)?

- You need to work in the Intelligence Service with such questions! (all laugh) If I have real feelings for someone, I’ll immediately understand it.

- What kind of car do you drive now?

- I don’t have a car now, I walk.

- Do you have a pet in Russia?

- Yes, a Labrador. He’s like a family member. I like dogs, cats are cool.

- You have a very nice grandfather! Does he give you advice?

- Yeah, he gives me some advice sometimes, but he is very diplomatic person. He’s lived a long life and has great experience. We text each other during the GP weekend, I always keep in touch with my family.

- Are you planning to move from Monaco to Italy to be closer to the team?

- We’ll see. There are people in the team who spend their time on the factories in Faenza and Bicester. Also I’m often in England, where I meet with my engineers, but periodically will come in Faenza as well, because it is important to spend time with the team.

- But you hear the Russian language more often in Monaco than in Faenza?

- Yeah, Monaco is like a little Russia. (laughs) There are a lot of Russian people there.

ten signs your assistant is cheating on you with another job (2/10)

ii. strange phone calls in strange languages

Kiera has an unspoken rule about cursing.

When Cat lets a few unsavory words slip past her lips and descend on the late afternoon as she works out a mistake one of her many incompetent subordinates made, Kiera always wrinkles her nose and shakes her head at Cat like a disappointed mother.

It’s not something Cat notices very early on because she has twenty hundred other things to do before paying attention to her flustered assistant- say, like running an entire media company- but as the months turned into years and Cat learned little tidbits about her assistant, she’s surprised to find that she’s never heard Kiera curse, not once, not ever.

At least not in English.

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So, I made a blog! Maybe you follow me on instagram, maybe you don’t, and if you don’t, you should. Just saying.
I’m Meowthilda and I love photography. My dream is to be a wildlife photograph, but for now I’ll have to settle with taking pictures of my pets. My little models are my cats Hedwig (Yes, named after Harry Potter because we are a nerdy family.) & Bebis (which means baby in Swedish, to be honest we just didn’t know what to name her, but she is our baby sooo..), my poodles Skrållan & Azlan (You’re right, another nerdy name. Azlan - Like the lion in Narnia.). Sometimes I post pictures of my other cats, Gossen (Boy in Swedish) and Babbo, but since they are rescues they are a bit camera-shy. My instagram account, where this cat-photography-obsession started is @meowthilda, obviously. I hope you’ll enjoy my blog, cheers! 

Oh, and the beauty pictured is Hedwig!

museelo  asked:

hello! do you have any bb!harry and the family cat headcanons? :D

oh hell yes i do

FIRST OF ALL for heavy baby harry/family kitty fun read chapter two of this

my the-cat tag

here is my potter fam reboot tag which is james/lily/harry and there may be some cat headcanons in there

but to summarize everything that may be in those:

they were basically best friends

except it was kind of one sided

definitely one sided

cat spent a lot of time in hiding actually

when she wasn’t hiding, she was trying to reclaim it’s rightful status on james’s lap

except harry was usually on james’s lap so that was a problem

one time harry shut up the cat in a drawer

harry’s first accidental magic was summoning the cat to him (that went well)

the cat perched on the edge of harry’s cot to watch with great suspicion the charmed broomstick and snitch mobile hanging from the ceiling

harry pulled the cat’s tail whenever the cat did this but he just couldn’t help himself

harry’s first word was ca (cat)

he could meow at 13 months

chasing after the cat on his broomstick was his legit favourite game

the cat used the broomstick as a scratching post and that did not go over well

since harry’s uncle changed into a dog to amuse him on more than one occasion, baby harry sometimes wondered what person the cat actually was

harry had long babbling conversations with the cat

harry definitely dropped his scraps of food on the floor for the cat to eat

harry also definitely loved to play in the cat’s food bowl

harry loved to play in the basket full of cat toys and did not understand why the cat wasn’t just as interested in his basket full of baby toys

I love dogs, like most people. I love how carefree they are and how naturally loving they are. I happen to have a dog, a ridgeback like the one in the picture. But I do find it creepy when people say “I’m a mommy to two beagles” or something of that variety. My mother does the same, sort of. She calls our dog our brother, and when we’re about to go out with him she will often say “Are you going to have fun on your walk with your sisters?” and I just can’t understand it. Yes pets, usually cats and dogs, become an integral part of one’s family, but I could never equate having a pet with having a child, or a sibling or whatever. It’s just really weird to me. Look, I understand that animals have personalities, especially domesticated ones. My family jokes about how macho our dog is sometimes, for example. I get that they’re always around so it feels like another family member, but to me they’re still another species and it’s bizarre to refer to them as related to us. My family is getting another dog soon, and I don’t think I’ll be able to keep quiet if my mother says we’re “bringing home a little sister/brother”.