Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle. I told her, “I love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.” and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, “He is only 6 days old and I can already tell that he’s going to be so stupid!”
I just found a picture of her almost 4 years ago when I picked her up from the shelter. Four months old, skinny, sick, with poor fur, and freshly castrated (shelter took care of that – I wouldn’t do it that early).
They told me ‘Oh you’ll be very happy with her, she doesn’t play or anything, just lays around.’
What? A cat? No, not a cat – a kitten?
I worked from home for three weeks until she got better. Carrying to the litter, feeding her, giving medication, grooming… She seemed she wouldn’t grow to ‘normal’ cat size, she was that sick.
But as the time went by, she got better. And the ‘kitty that doesn’t play’ part? Of course, she didn’t care about that *then*, she was fucking miserable in that shelter.
You all know what comes next, my laziness to get these pictures in a collage.
this is why cats domesticated themselves in the first place. finally. some cats doing what they wanted all along. so wholesome
LIKE if you would have a beer with Gozer.
REBLOG if you would hunt rats with him.
IGNORE and your heart will be destroyed.
CHOOSE THE FORM OF THE DESTRUCTOR
Reblogged, obviously.
I’m one of the two brewers at Empirical Brewery, and I love these little bastards!
Sadly, Gozer passed away last year due to feline leukemia. However, the other three – Venkman, Egon and Raymond – are all still around and active!
Venkman is the “leader” of the group, and by far the most curious – he explores and investigates everyone and everything that comes through the brewery. He also has a great sense of when somebody’s taking a picture of him and poses accordingly. He’s not interested in having humans pet him and will run away from you.
Raymond, however, seems to have been feral for all of thirty seconds before Treehouse picked him up: He will meow for attention, and either rub up against your hand to demand pets, or flop down on the ground so you can scratch his belly. He and Venkman are close pals.
Egon is the most skittish of the bunch, and barely likes you to even look at him. He’ll investigate new things, but spends most of his time hiding and sleeping. He has a special hiding spot on top of a pipe, and he somehow has the uncanny ability to sleep with all four paws dangling completely off of it without ever falling of.
This is how they spend most of their day. If you ever find a stray cat hair on one of your six-packs, it’s probably Raymond’s. The guy sheds like mad.
Venkman’s curiosity occasionally gets the better of him. This is what happened when a new pump came into the brewery. He managed to escape handily enough, though.
Like I said, Venkman likes to pose.
Buddies. ❤
Come by Empirical Brewery sometime, and maybe you’ll get to see them!
when you’re a gay lion and you accidentally tried to introduce your lesbian lioness friend to one of her own exes at a gay bar and she goes into the bathroom and bitches you out for not being able to tell her endlessly rotating cast of girlfriends apart which isn’t really fair because first of all they all keep dyeing their hair different colors and second of all she keeps getting back together with different ones at different times and meanwhile you’ve been “single” for like 8 months but are spending a lot of time with one specific guy who works at your old co-op and were going to excitedly tell her about it tonight but now you’ve ruined the whole subject of dating by trying to introduce her to her own ex at a gay bar (which is a watering hole. because you’re lions.)
wupacing 