I don’t know where I saw it, but there’s a picture somewhere of a cat showing preference to the inside of a box shape drawn on the floor.
Which begs the question: Are summoned demons actually being forced to show up or are they simply creatures who like to sit in circles if presented with them?
every morning when i go in the kitchen she yells at me nonstop so i have to put the spoon on her head
h o w d i d t h e y f i n d t h i s o u t
a couple people have asked how i figured out she wants the spoon & to that i say this: i dont actually know if she wants the spoon but it fits nicely on her little baby cat head & she stops meowing when i do it, probably out of confusion
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) – they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
That is the exact spot my parents found a stray kitten. Nice little addition to the family, but would have been a terrible addition to the pavement had she not been very vocal OTL
No joke, the place where that cat is resting in this picture is called a “dead cat hole” it’s an automotive term. Don’t believe me, look it up.
This is also where I found a stray cat, she was up in there during a thunderstorm and I begged my dad to let me being her inside and that’s the story of how I got my first cat.
Please don’t skip over this without reading it and making a mental note. Even if you don’t have a car, tell your parents or whoever, and make sure to do this. You think that’ll never happen but that’s what everyone thought who had this happen and didn’t check, and that poor cold cat met with a terribly sad end.
This is a sign of complete Trust. Generally cats don’t like to feel off balance or out of control. My Chester would let me do something similar, even being so trusting than when I held him out in front of me laying on my forearms, he would doze off. I could also grab his front legs with one hand and his back legs with my other, lift him up and over my head and place him on my shoulders, around my neck like a scarf. He would lay there and just purr as I walked around with my living furry scarf. Chester was Extra Special – and was rescued from the streets about a week after having been hit by a car, resulting in a broken tail and rear leg which had already healed. He was a “bit crooked” the rest of his life.