posted : Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014

reblogged from : River visiting Charlie in Oz

hackerqueenskye:

elvisgal:

princess mittens wanted some of my pancakes

YOU NAMED YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE KITTY BABY PRINCESS MITTENS GOODBYE FRIENDS I HAVE DIED FROM CUTENESS OVERLOAD

hackerqueenskye:

elvisgal:

princess mittens wanted some of my pancakes

YOU NAMED YOUR PRECIOUS LITTLE KITTY BABY PRINCESS MITTENS GOODBYE FRIENDS I HAVE DIED FROM CUTENESS OVERLOAD

(Source: elvisgal)

posted : Monday, July 21st, 2014

reblogged from : cause sensations

smokinonthemoon:

blackwallflower:

airyairyquitecontrary:

PICK ME UP. RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

Grumpy cloud

THAT IS SO CUTE I JUST DIED

smokinonthemoon:

blackwallflower:

airyairyquitecontrary:

PICK ME UP. RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

Grumpy cloud

THAT IS SO CUTE I JUST DIED

posted : Saturday, July 12th, 2014

reblogged from : River visiting Charlie in Oz

mew turned 3 today!

mew turned 3 today!

posted : Tuesday, June 17th, 2014

posted : Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014

reblogged from : You're Dead Wrong

clothdiaperjourney:

Crazy cat lady starter kit

clothdiaperjourney:

Crazy cat lady starter kit

posted : Monday, May 5th, 2014

reblogged from : cloth diaper journey

tastefullyoffensive:

Mother cat gives her kittens a fighting lesson. [x]

Shes tappin the one like “hey, Watch me.” Then like “okay. Your turn.”

posted : Saturday, May 3rd, 2014

reblogged from : The Absolute Funniest Posts

ofdarklands:


browneyedcunt:


jillstrif:




Kell fell asleep on the couch one night so we gave him a pillow and a blanket Which we made out of kleenex because we always have those around on our coffee table for when we watch feely stuff


MY HEART


doesn’t even go with my blog but i can’t scroll past this without regretting not reblogging it.


#how does a cat with a kleenex pillow ‘not go with your blog’#what are you doing with your life

ofdarklands:

browneyedcunt:

jillstrif:

Kell fell asleep on the couch one night so we gave him a pillow and a blanket Which we made out of kleenex because we always have those around on our coffee table for when we watch feely stuff

MY HEART

doesn’t even go with my blog but i can’t scroll past this without regretting not reblogging it.

#how does a cat with a kleenex pillow ‘not go with your blog’#what are you doing with your life

(Source: thatcatpic)

posted : Thursday, April 24th, 2014

reblogged from : Lost

cuddlepunch:

This just in: he’s figured out where the laser comes from.

cuddlepunch:

This just in: he’s figured out where the laser comes from.

posted : Thursday, April 17th, 2014

reblogged from : this is pretty much my life

mrbigode:

Cats do not like fruits

posted : Friday, April 4th, 2014

reblogged from : Tue2day@4

drainthenight:

catsoncoffee:

rosalarian:

taarya:

demontadark:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

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!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK

reblogging again for the added comment

I am all about some adult cats.

Maaaan tears of happiness, these people!!! I have 3 rescued kitties, 2 that weren’t kittens when I got them, so this is all hitting close to home.

Feels

posted : Thursday, April 3rd, 2014

reblogged from : dark & twisty

posted : Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

reblogged from : COLD AS A TOMB

yousleptwiththehorizon:

MDRN | via Tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/100767497

posted : Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

reblogged from : Baby, run away with me?

frozenmusings:

My cat won’t let me finish colouring Heidi… He keeps disconnecting my USB for my mouse and tablet, and he’s taking selfies with my phone ‘n shit….
Damnit, Nikki.

posted : Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

reblogged from :

frozenmusings:

My cat won’t let me finish colouring Heidi… He keeps disconnecting my USB for my mouse and tablet, and he’s taking selfies with my phone ‘n shit….
Damnit, Nikki.

posted : Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

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