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edgebug:

dinovia-countryman:

edgebug:

edgebug:

there’s an angel hogging my blankets

cheddar biscuit is going to be so proud when i tell her how many notes her pictures have

Wait.  Wait…

Her name is Cheddar Biscuit????

That is so perfect.  I might have to lie down for a week.

every day when my dad comes home from work he feeds her pieces of ham. incidentally, she has a weird squeaky gravelly little meow, so it kind of sounds like she’s shouting “ham?! ham?!” whenever he comes home she runs to the door and shouts “haaaaaam?!” and it’s the best thing

Cute Breakfast Cat Facts

prettycakemachine:

  • Whenever I get out of the shower, Hash Brown jumps onto the counter and waits. I lean down and make a kissy face, and she headbutts my mouth. After she gets her kiss she leaves.
  • Eggs Benedict stands on his hind legs and kneads my thighs anytime I’m cooking. I wear fishnets and lace tights a lot and he frequently ends up stuck.
  • Hash Brown is so soft that she’s actually slippery. That’s why every photo of her sitting on the top of the sofa is of her trying not to slide off, like this:
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  • French Toast is so love with my husband that when he’s on business trips she will circle the hallway and meow mournfully for hours. Nothing I do can console her until he returns.
  • Eggs loves having his tummy rubbed, but only if you use your foot. No hands allowed. He’s very serious about this rule.
  • Hash Brown likes finding hair ties and dropping them into her water bowl. If her water bowl already has a hair tie in it, she’ll store any additional hair ties under the bathroom scale. One time we found 7 of them under there.
  • Eggs Benedict and French Toast often synchronize poses.
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This has been Breakfast Cat Facts! I hope they made your day a little better.

commander-ledi:

good cat sounds:
- “mrrrp?”
- that when cat tries to meow but only tiny “khh” comes out

good dog sounds:
- mildy alarmed boof
- that when dog is on other side of closed door and sniffs the gap under the door

inthroughthesunroof:

mistakescontinuetobemade:

prokopetz:

Do you ever wonder if the reason that different cultures have such wildly different onomatopoeias for the noise a cat makes is that cats have regional accents?

Actually, they do.

There’s a lot of evidence that animals have regional accents. Both birds and sperm whales in fact to vocalise differently depending on where they grew up.

As for felines themselves, there’s an ongoing study underway on at Lund University precisely about this.

As a phonologist who has watched entirely too many cat videos on the internet, I can confirm that cats of differing countries do have differentiated accents in their cries. Felines in England tend to have shorter, lower “mow” whereas Japanese cats do tend to make glides into high vowels, and are sustained longer, such as the ubiqutous use of “nyaaaan” in Japanese onomatopoeia.

Hope this helps.

@why-animals-do-the-thing

anerdyfeminist:

gayharoldfinch:

bonnie131313:

goddammitstacey:

I just turned to my housemate and said, “y’know, we’d never know if we were haunted” because we have four cats between us, so every clunk, bump, and crash gets entirely ignored

and now I want a movie about a ghost becoming increasingly desperate to haunt a family but they have cats and so the poor dear goes completely ignored

I was visiting my parents today and my mom was complaining about all the noise the dog makes in the kitchen at night.  I had to ask if she remembered the dog had died a couple of months ago of old age.  So either  my  childhood home is haunted or the cats have taken up the slack.

i’d be more worried about burglars than ghosts. between the possums mating outside and running across the roof, the metal roof contracting at night and the wind blowing through cracks and slamming doors i ignore pretty much every suspicious noise out of habit

I actually got my first kitten of my own* when I lived alone in an old house my dad owned for my first 2 years of college. I was so irrationally afraid of all sounds I literally thought “well if I get a cat, I’ll just assume it’s her instead of an intruder.”

*I still have, she’s a grumpy old lady now and I love her so much. The front cat in my pic.