My mum and nan just came round to see me and to take some of my clothes home with them and it made me realize how much I miss my cats.
Like… really, truly miss my cats. Not even my family members - my cats.
Like I miss Pippa and cuddling her against her will.
And I love to sit for half an hour and watch Willow clean every inch of herself then ruffle her fur and watch her glare at me while she has to re-clean herself.
And I miss little bear and how she comes for wees with me and stares at me like a demented little hobo. And her little mustache.
;__; I just want my cats back.
Sometimes I look at my cat and I get a weird feeling… like she is viewing my soul. And she understands the hardships of my life and knows why I wig out so much.
Unsurprisingly, my favourite musical is Cats.
Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats is phenomenal.
I remember when I was younger I had a choir thing and as a surprise the cast of Cats that where playing in the Empire came down and the big fluffy white one came over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I was like:
My cat is a little trooper.
Her mother just biffed her on the head and her sister is out galavanting round gardens, so she’s abit lonely.
She’s been walking the length of my bed, rubbing herself on my arms, keyboard, laptop screen and purring as physically loud as she could - but I just refused to give her cuddles because once that starts, she doesn’t stop.
she then just admitted defeat and :3 she looks so cute…
Look at my little bear with her moustache. She breaks my little heart<3
The next cat I get I’m making sure it’s a boy and I’m naming him Lorenzo.
Then my next one will also be a boy and he shall be called Norman.
Then my next one will be a girl and be named either Nymphodora if it’s a ginger one or Minerva if it’s a tabby cat.
It’s pretty shocking how much I love my cats.
We where talking about how some religion’s used to appease the God’s and kill children and everyone was in shock and disgust… I was like “I’d rather kill my kids than kill my cats” and my professor was like “….wot”
And some girl was like “That doesn’t even make sense, a humans life is worth more than a cats!” I was like “yeah, but humanity doesn’t make me happy, my cats do” then she gave me the dirtiest look and I was like “bitch you look like a bull dog, wind your neck in”
They just doesn’t understand the bond I have with my feline babies.
Willow is currently situated opposite me all curled up in a little grey fluffy ball and I just want to go over sosnfoiewnbpie bintbpinw psicn pwr3bnh.
