lol our society is so structured on binaries that people think cats are the opposite of dogs
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My bed… It is amazing.. And like, the comfiest thing… Ever… Maybe I will dream about that cat again. She was pretty… Best cat ever… Dream cats do not trigger allergies…i want my hypoallergenic dream car… Bed… Comfy… Sleep now…
we also regard dogs as “masculine” and cats as “feminine” to the point that it’s “weird” for men to love cats, women and gay men are stereotyped as liking cats, and creepiest of all, cats are stereotyped as “sexy” animals
Im 100% grossed out by this
this fits into my confusion as to why it’s perfectly acceptable to hate cats but blasphemy to hate dogs
That last comment just fucked me up
how my husband got a cat today
- Saturday: so there's this nice cat hanging around my work place that i am feeding
- Sunday: it's not a good cat environment i'm gonna bring cat home and take to a shelter or something ok
- Monday: shelters have high kill rates and this cat is nice and smart and i will rehome her myself ok maybe my boss will take her idk
- Tuesday: *catches cat and brings home* SHE WAS SO GOOD SHE DIDN'T CRY AND DIDN'T TRY TO SCRATCH ME WHEN I PUT HER IN A BOX AND LET'S PUT FLEA MEDICATION ON AND GET HER SOME FOOD AND LOOK SHE'S PRETTY
- Wednesday: her name is Curie and she is a precious angel and i am the only one who is allowed to pick out her collar and it is purple look she's my princess
cat: hey you gonna eat that?
human: uh, that’s a rat. They’ve been showing up ever since we started harvesting grain. We don’t eat them, they eat our food.
cat: free game then. Cool.
human: be my guest.
cat: hey is this spot free? It looks warm and I need a place to have my litter.
humans: this is my house. Feel free, I guess, just don’t get stepped on.
cat: hey can you watch my kittens for me? I need to hunt and I don’t want predators finding them.
human: holy shit these buggers are cute. Nothing will happen to them.
cat: I am going to climb on your lap now and you are going to love me.
human: I’m ok with this.
How cats domesticated themselves (and us): a history in dialogue
accomplishment: making a cat sound at a cat and the cat makes a cat sound back
I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.
The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.
If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.
And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.
We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.
Ursula Vernon (via aliothturtle)
This is what I’m talking about whenever I stop abruptly and go “… Do you ever just realize that we have wild animals in our house?!”
(via unicornempire)
my wife just found one of my inhalers in the branches of our xmas tree
which means we either have ghosts
or one of the cats hid my inhaler like a leopard hides a kill
Cat: Hooman you forget this ornament
You: That is not an ornament I need that to live
Cat: I put on tree
You: CAT NO
Cat: I HELP
me: *reblog funny post*
mutual who i lov: *reblogs funny post from me*
me: was it funny i hope you liked it
me walking into the animal shelter: hi id like the stupidest cat you have
sometimes my cat won’t eat her dinner so i thought i was tricking her into eating by putting a few treats on it but she’s actually tricked me into feeding her treats and i want a stupider cat
let’s bring back the term “cats” when referring to a group of people (i.e. “see you cats later”)
pros:
- it’s gender neutral
- you get the chance to look like a cool jazz musician
- you can compare all your friends to cats (always good)
cons:
- ????
it makes sense since, from what i’m aware, everybody wants to be a cat, because, apparently, a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at