ḅ̮̳̫͓̞̥̭͓̓ͧ͒͐ͣ̐͊ͣͭͮ̚̕͠͞͞ȩ̵̢̟͎͕̦͇̭͖̪̫ͧ̾̽̀ͥ̑̇ͫ͝͡ m̶̛̼̮͚͔̘̓̇̑̈͊͞͠_̨͍̝͔̺̌͌͜ͅȩ̴̡͔̰̯̹̺̙̯ͬ͛̏͂ͬ̒̍ͪ́̒ͦ̀̈́ͦ̎̂ͤ͝ǫ̵̷̛̮̳̰͕̣̝͚͙͙̖ͮͬ̽̍ͭͪ̎̋̚̕͢w̷̵̨̨̭̳̮͈̰̖̿̄̍̎͗̎ͮͣ̄́ͯ͘̚̕͟͡ á̸̛̻̻͓̯̩̺͎͔͛́̆͂ͮ̇̔̋̅̇ͭ͢͜͡͞f̴͉͙̜̭̯̦ͦͧ̍̏̏́r̵̸̸̨̛̰̖̲̹̼̺̤̞̘̠̟̜̭̰̟͔͖̦̻ͭ́̇ͫ̏͆̑̇̀̇̂͂͗̍̒̚͢͠͡͡͠͞ͅãͥͫḯd͇̪̑̀
“secretly”.
She has no problem letting us know.Right? Mine regularly degrades my sanity by racing about at 3am and defying the laws of gravity and conservation of mass that govern my reality.
I wish mine raced around more. But they don’t like eachother, so when they do rarely do it, it ends up in a hissing battle. It makes me sad.
Isn’t that just your average cat?
Nice, slow shutter speed right?
One of my cats is a secret old one, and the other is a secret dog
Nyarlathotep the Crawling Chaos
We call her Princess
Mine definitely hears the voices
And chases them
Cult of the
LambCatI know we’re not supposed to make references to movies that are insufficiently cool, but this is clearly one of Goose’s babies, right?
black myth wukong
Must’ve been Joe’s inspiration for Bruce in the Dungeons of Drakkenheim campaign.
It’s a Flerkin
That’s just how cats work, nothing to see here.
