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sooo I may have or may not have taken inspiration from this post and drawn them as kittys

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a buddy and i made a hades game cat au and no im not ok why do u ask.

What is this? EVEN MORE CATS!! 🐱💖

oh yeah you know what time it is !! huge oversight on my part not doing designs for my FAVORITE GUY doyle

Hi!!! I heard your asks were open and I was wondering if you've heard of Good Meowmens, from Tumblr user the Chekhov? Could you maybe write a fanfic if it like Maybe of one where Aziraphale is a show cat (pure bred white British Longhair) sneaking behind dumpsters to meet his alleyway cat boyfriend (Oriental Shorthair black)? It's okay if you won't though thank you for your time I love your works!! 🥰

Dumpster date

Pairing: cat!Aziraphale x cat!male!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful au that is Good meowmens! Credits to @thechekhov for creating it! I had fun reading the mini comics and I love the art style! I don’t know basically anything about cat behaviour, so I hope I did it right and that it met the expectations!

White British longhair:

Black Oriental shorthair:

Images stolen from 123RF.com

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    Aziraphale has always lived a dream life. He got adopted as a kitty by a young couple and lived alongside them in a nice, cozy house with a small garden in the back. From his early age, they took the utmost care of him. Maintaining his fur, feeding him healthy food and keeping his mind stimulated, even though he much more prefered sleeping or exploring than playing. But he still had the opportunity if he so chose.

    In turn, he let his humans take him to shows, where he did his best to win, without overworking himself of course. Aziraphale never really thought of his humans as his owners, he strongly believed that he is his own cat and no one can be the boss of him. He took his humans more as roommates, ones which he got along nicely with. They took care of him and he agreed to participating in the shows they oh so loved.

    He was also given a nice collar, one that had a strange device built into it, which allowed him to go through a cat door built into the door leading to the garden. Aziraphale thought it was foolish of his humans to let him in and out just like that, but he has never had any desire to leave and so, despite how easy it would be, he never ran away.

    And so the three of them lived alongside each other nicely for years. The seasons came and went, the seasons where the days were spent inside and then the seasons spent outdoors. He especially liked the warm seasons where his humans would take him out to the garden where he could explore to his heart’s content and where he could lounge in the sun all afternoon.

    However, the older Aziraphale got, the more he noticed the noises that could be heard in the narrow alleyways between each house, where the dumpsters were and where all the humans threw all the uneaten food and its various wrappers.

    Sometimes he would just sit by the fence and listen, trying to figure out what was the cause. One summer evening, Aziraphale decided to go out to the garden, to catch the last sunrays and lay in the grass that was still warm from the hot day.

    As the sun was setting, his nap was interrupted by a thud that came from by the fence not far from him. Aziraphale perked up his head and looked in the direction the sound came from, already covered in shadows of the early night. As his eyes were searching the darkness, they caught movement. Out of the shadows came another cat. Aziraphale could tell it was a male and just as the stranger came from his hiding spot, their eyes met.

    Now, Aziraphale wasn’t stupid. He heard from the other competitors at the shows about stray cats that didn’t have roommates or any homes to begin with. He just didn’t expect to find any here. The others always described them as scary and dangerous, someone one shouldn’t mess with.

    They both watched each other with caution, prepared to run at the slightest sign of danger, the stranger crouched on the ground. Aziraphale took this time to get a good look at him. He’s seen cats the same breed as the stranger at some shows, but they looked different from this one. He was completely black, all legs and big ears, completed with an unusually shaped head, not to say that was surprising. But his frame was just so thin, one of his ears was a little torn on the side and his fur looked dirty and sick. The poor guy was just probably hungry, Aziraphale thought.

    Slowly, he rose to his feet and called out to him “Hello!” he tried to sound as non-threatening as he could. It seemed to work, as the stranger, too, rose to his feet from the crouched position in the grass “Hi.” he muttered.

    And that’s how Aziraphale and (Y/N) met. (Y/N) was the stranger cat’s name, he later learned. That evening, Aziraphale managed to sneak out some food for him, although the next morning he got scolded for knocking over the bag of cat food. (Y/N) quickly ate it and swiftly jumped over the fence, into the alleyway, leaving with a short thank you to Aziraphale.

    He had to admit, that was the most interesting experience he had in a while and was secretly hoping to see him again. And it seemed he was in luck, because a few days later, (Y/N) came back and sheepishly asked for some more food. That night, he stayed longer and thanked Aziraphale properly. After that, he visited more and more frequently, until he came every day, no matter the season or weather.

    As (Y/N) got healthier, the friendship between him and Aziraphale got stronger. Aziraphale eventually learned that (Y/N) humans also adopted him as a kitty, but when he grew up they didn’t like how he looked and so they drove him to the outskirts of the town and never came back for him. That was the first night Aziraphale spent outside, cuddled with (Y/N) in the grass, keeping each other warm, because he didn’t want to leave him alone.

    A few evenings ago, (Y/N) once again thanked Aziraphale for everything and told him to wait for him by the dumpsters, because he wanted to show him something special.

    An tonight was the night. Tonight would be the first time Aziraphale would leave his home. Temporarily, yes, but it was still something he had never done before. He never had a reason, until now. From an early evening, Aziraphale paced along the fence, hyping himself up. What was the big deal? He just needs to jump over the fence. Granted, it was higher than some of the obstacles at the shows, but not higher than some furniture at home. But what if there’s a dog on the other side? If there are stray cats, why couldn’t there be a stray dog? No, (Y/N) would tell him if there was. Aziraphale took a deep breath “Well, here goes nothing...” he muttered and jumped.

Well, that wasn’t so bad, he thought to himself once he was up.

    On the other side there was no grass, just cracked and old asphalt. Aziraphale jumped down with a soft thud. In a short distance he could see the dumpsters and various bags surrounding them. He headed over to them, still careful, but not as scared as before. Keeping an ear out for any suspicious sound, he crept closer and closer. The sky was already dark, and the only light was provided by the moon and his stars.

    One of the plastic bags suddenly rustled, startling Aziraphale who crouched a little and out of instinct he called out “(Y/N)?” A pair of eyes looked at him from the darkness, eyes that definitely were not (Y/N)’s. “What is a pet like you doing here, by the dumpsters?” the stranger croaked out, never actually showing his face. “Sorry, I’m waiting on a friend.” The dumpster cat only hummed in response, it’s eyes disappearing in the darkness.

    “Aziraphale!” the said cat turned his head to the entrance of the alleyway, to see his beloved friend calling out to him. The two ran towards each other, meeting in the middle. After they shared a warm welcome, (Y/N) began to lead the way. He didn’t want to tell Aziraphale where he was taking him, as it would ruin the surprise, he said, but he did assure him it wasn’t far.

    They made their way out of the alleyway and down the street. Aziraphale saw the front of the house he shared with his humans and as they passed all the neighbours’ houses, (Y/N) excitedly told him about each and every one. “They gave me food at this one! And at that one there, they had the audacity to call me dirty! I groom myself every day, thank you very much! And don’t ever go there, they have a big dog! The people over there have a dog too, but it actually likes cats, I’ll introduce you one day. And my friend over there actually had kittens not too long ago! She’s a bit overprotective right now, so I’ll hope it’ll pass soon.”

    Houses became less and less frequent until there was just the road, not even a sidewalk to walk on. It was surrounded by meadows and was that a forest in the distance? As the houses disappeared, (Y/N) got quiet, not having anything to say. They continued to walk for a while longer, a pleasant silence in the air.

    Suddenly, (Y/N) stopped. He gestured with his head towards one of the meadows and slowly disappeared into the tall grass, Aziraphale hot on his heals. “Will you please tell me what this all is about? I don’t want to catch any ticks.” Aziraphale stressed. (Y/N) stopped again “Alright, we should be far enough.” and plopped on his back on the ground and looked expectantly at his friend. Aziraphale begrudgingly did the same. “And now just wait.” (Y/N) told him quietly.

    And wait they did. At first, nothing happened. But the longer Aziraphale looked at the night sky, the more he noticed some of the stars...moved? And then some of them even stopped shining?? What was happening?! He voiced his concerns to (Y/N), to which he only laughed “Those aren’t stars.” he told him softly. “How do they disappear so quickly?” Aziraphale wondered. (Y/N) chuckled “Those are bugs. And they’re still there, their butts just stop shining.” After sharing a laugh at how ridiculous it must be to have a shining butt, Aziraphale attempted to catch one of the strange shinies. He tried and tried and failed and failed, while (Y/N) just watched lovingly how much fun he was having, silently praising himself for such a great idea.

    After about a half an hour of running around, chasing bugs, Aziraphale plopped on the ground next to (Y/N) and continued to just watch them shine around. But (Y/N) couldn’t take his eyes off Aziraphale and how angelic he looked under all the fireflies. Aziraphale, sensing someone staring at him, turned to look at (Y/N). They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the view, slowly blinking at each other. It was the most intimate moment in Aziraphale’s and possibly even (Y/N)’s life.

    Eventually, they had to return. The walk back was for some reason much longer than the walk to the meadow. They both jumped over the fence to Aziraphale’s garden and (Y/N) pressed his snout Aziraphale’s head and the other closed his eyes in pure bliss. When (Y/N) turned to go back, Aziraphale meekly asked “Can you stay?” to which (Y/N) replied “I would love to.”

    And that was the second of many nights that Aziraphale spent outside. Soon, (Y/N) got the confidence to visit his boyfriend at day too, until he never left one day.

To those with cat AUs, here are some lesser known things about cats [results from my own studies. 8 cats who all acted differently were used, the results came from five or more of the cats]

most cats enjoy calm music

cats will want to cuddle their owner when being sung to by said owner

cats can recognize when they’re being sung to

cats can recognize their owner’s voice in any context including with filters or slightly distorted, but not with an actual voice changer

cats do infact fluently understand their owners

cats taste in music can vary based on personality

darker furred cats are more likely to enjoy heavy metal or alternative and indie music than light furred cats

cats can recognize when they’re liked or not even when you put on an act, and choose who they prefer based on how much they’re liked by their preferred person

cats can tell whether or not you’re actually angry with them

cats get happier when you join them or encourage their instinctual behaviors such as sharpening claws or “hunting”

cats know when you feel sympathy for them, and even if you hate them they’re more likely to love you because of this

cats often listen to the music their owner or preferred person is listening to, even if they hate it

cats prefer to be scratched on the neck, back of the ears, chin, base of the tail (for most, not all), and cheeks over anywhere else on their body

Inside/Outside, Outdoor, Older and Rescue cats are more likely to appreciate their owner or preferred person than a bought or adopted cat, a cat that was a kitten when you met/got it, or a cat born inside your home

cat owners will heal faster when injured or wounded simply due to two things, the frequency of a cats purr (only works on broken bones and torn muscles), and the serotonin a cat brings boosts health (works on anything and everything that isn’t a neurodivergency or considered terminal, including mental physical and emotional)

This was specifically for all the TSaMS cat AUs I've been seeing lately but anyone else can use it

An AU where the squip is a cat

Jeremy Heere had always wanted a cat. For as long as he could remember, he had always wanted one; however, his mother was staunchly against cats, seeing as how she was allergic. That didn’t stop him from putting a Powerpoint together when he was twelve to try to convince his parents to get him a cat. Of course, his efforts were in vain.

Luckily, now Jeremy was sixteen, and his mother had recently divorced his father and moved out. And while that did come with some downsides, Jeremy thought of his pantsless father with some distaste, it did mean that he could now get a cat. It only took a couple weeks to brush up on his research, and only a couple more to adopt a cat. He ended up choosing one from the local animal shelter, an adult tomcat with sleek black fur and piercing, intelligent blue eyes. The lady working at the shelter had told Jeremy that this cat, Squip, had lived for a few weeks on his own after his previous owners died under unusual circumstances. Undeterred, Jeremy decided to adopt Squip anyway.

Jeremy slipped through the front door, cat crate in hand.

“Dad?” he called out. “I’m home! With the cat!”

The only answer was a grunt from the couch. Jeremy scowled. His dad was always like this, so much less of a person since his mom left.

“Oookay then”, Jeremy mumbled under his breath. He set the cat crate down and looked inside, only to see the crate sans cat, door swinging open. Jeremy started, taken aback. He panicked for a moment, wondering if he had lost his cat already. Then, he heard a yowl from in the kitchen. Jeremy bolted inside, and there was Squip, safe and sound, sitting beside the bag of cat food he had bought prior, meowing incessantly. Jeremy chuckled.

“You sure are a smart one, aren’t you?”

The next day, Jeremy came home from school with the letters “BOYF” scrawled on his backpack in permanent marker. He stormed into his room, threw his vandalized backpack on the ground, and slammed the door shut. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to cry, and whispered, “I hate this school. I really, really hate this school”.

To his surprise, Jeremy heard a soft mew come from his bed. He opened his eyes and saw Squip sitting upright on his bed, keen blue eyes watching him.

“Oh! You’re here!”

He made his way to his bed, plopped down, and started stroking Squip, who climbed into his lap. Squip purred, staring at Jeremy intensely. For some reason, Jeremy got the feeling that Squip would really understand him, that he could tell Squip anything the way he could with Michael. He gathered himself and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“School’s just really hard, y’know? I just don’t know how to be cool or anything. I barely have any friends; Michael’s pretty much my only friend, really, and just today, Rich Goranski wrote ‘BOYF RIENDS’ on our backpacks. I really hate Rich. He’s always such an ass to me. Sometimes, I wish he would just burn in hell. I just can’t take him anymore -- hey!” Suddenly, Jeremy let out a yelp as Squip leapt off of him, ran over to the door, and pawed at it.

“Oh, you want out?” Jeremy slid off the bed and opened the door. When it was just barely ajar, Squip nosed his way through the crack and slipped out. Huh, Jeremy thought, bewildered.

It was fairly late in the evening when Jeremy finally saw Squip again, long enough to worry him. He fixed some dinner for Squip, then went to spend the rest of his night on homework and go to bed. At around 3AM, Jeremy awoke with a start. He sat upright, brain muddled and confused for a few moments before he heard what woke him up. His phone was chirping incessantly, signifying that he was receiving lots of texts. Jeremy was even more confused at this point, since he never received this many texts, especially not this late. He rolled over and turned on his phone, wincing at the bright light, and squinted blearily at the screen.

From what he could make out, most of the texts were from Michael, but there were quite a few from people he never spoke with. They varied in length and eloquence, but they all shared a few things in common: they all shouted “FIRE” and “RICH” at him.

“What the hell?” Jeremy muttered to himself. At this point, the harsh light was really starting to hurt his eyes, and his sleep-muddled brain couldn’t care about anything other than going back to sleep. Jeremy turned his phone to Do Not Disturb, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

By the time later morning came around, Jeremy was convinced that what had happened was a dream. He went about his morning… business as usual and walked to school. There, he was immediately accosted by Michael.

“Dude, you didn’t reply to any of my texts!! Did you read them? Do you even know what happened??” Michael practically yelled into Jeremy’s ear.

“Huh - what?” Jeremy fished around in his pocket, fumbled for his phone, and turned it off.

“Oh, I had it on Do Not Disturb. Oh… holy shit… that wasn’t a dream!” Jeremy scrolled through his dozens of messages. “Holy shit.”

Michael exclaimed, “I know right? I mean, I’ve never liked the dude, but this… I never thought this would happen. It’s a tragedy, but I can’t help but feel weirdly relieved, right?”

Michael continued to ramble, but Jeremy had tuned him out. It was yesterday, just yesterday, that Rich had been alive and well, tormenting him as usual, hell, he had proof of that on his back. It was impossible to imagine, and Jeremy could barely comprehend it now. Rich, in the ICU, having suffered severe burns, in critical condition, his house burnt nearly to the ground in a freak fire that no one could find the cause for.

Jeremy went through the rest of the day in a trance, faintly annoyed at the gossip that was going around. Sure, he never liked Rich, but even he didn’t deserve the disrespect going around in the rumors. Rumors about how he had set the fire, it was a suicide attempt, Rich was dead, those sorts. Ones Jeremy didn’t want to believe, no matter how awful Rich was to him.

Michael had to go home early that day for a doctor’s appointment, so Jeremy’s only hope for someone to talk to was Christine in after school play rehearsal. But, of course, Christine was preoccupied talking to Jake, crying in his shoulder. It was more than enough to sour his mood significantly.

When Jeremy got home, he went straight up to his room, and sure enough, Squip was waiting for him on his bed again.

“Hey, Squip.” Jeremy said listlessly. Upon hearing his tone of voice, Squip hopped off of the bed and intertwined himself with Jeremy’s legs, purring. Jeremy stiffened, and said flatly, “I have homework. Lots of homework.” His voice cracked while he said it, and he scowled. Squip scrambled out of his way. Jeremy dragged his backpack up to his desk, rifled through it for his math homework, and pulled it out.

After about half an hour of working through trigonometric functions, Jeremy was frustrated to no end. He groaned and rested his head on the desk. He heard Squip leap softly onto his desk and nose his head aside. Jeremy picked his head up. Squip was looking intensely at the papers on his desk, eyes moving back and forth. It almost looked like he was reading them… no, he was reading them. Jeremy stared in amazement. Squip then gently pulled out Jeremy’s notes sheet from his stack of papers with his teeth and put his nose to an equation and then to an unfinished problem. It was exactly the right equation he needed! With Squip’s help, the rest of Jeremy’s homework went by like a breeze.

Since Jeremy had finished all of his homework early, Jeremy decided to call Michael. They discussed Michael’s doctor’s appointment, Rich’s fire, and video games for a while. Then, Jeremy brought up Christine.

“I really like her.”

“I know. Like you don’t practically sing about her all the time.”

“But I really, really like her. But she doesn’t notice me. At all.”

“You’ve talked to her a few times, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, but she talks to basically everyone like that!”

“I don’t think so, Jeremy.”

“Do you think she likes me back?”

“Well, no, but - “

“See? That’s just the thing! Maybe she’d talk to me more often if she wasn’t dating Jake. Yeah, I’m sure that if Jake wasn’t around, she might even like me. No, that’s impossible.” Jeremy shifted as Squip brushed past him and slipped out his door.

“Can we please not talk about Christine, Jeremy? I’m getting kinda sick of you talking about her all the time. Just wait things out, and I’m sure she’ll see how great you are. Let’s get back to Apocalypse of the Damned.”

The next day, many of the students, especially the cool kids, were out of school. Something about coping with what happened to Rich, but Jeremy knew that was all bullshit. Classes were all quiet, since the gossipers were gone. Jeremy watched around school carefully, and noticed that Jake was among the popular kids who had skipped, but he did notice that Christine was present. He realized that this meant that he would be able to talk to her in play rehearsal for once, and was filled with eager anticipation the whole day.

When rehearsal started, Jeremy immediately sat down in the seat next to Christine. “Hey”, he said, “Is Jake not here today?”

Christine glared at him. It was only now that he saw that her eyes were red and bloodshot.

“He’s at the hospital. He fell out of a window last night and broke both his legs. The doctors are saying that they might never heal right.” She promptly got up and moved to a different seat. Jeremy sank lower in his seat, disappointed with himself.

Later that day, right after school, in his room, Jeremy called Michael again, Squip in his lap.

“Michael?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I fucked up.”

“What did you do this time?”

“Christine’s really pissed at me. I just asked where Jake was, and apparently he’s in the hospital? Fell out of a window or some shit.”

“Holy crap. And what did you do to piss her off? Did you insult him or something?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything. I just asked her where he was and she told and and just left!”

“Girls, am I right? Really, things would be so much easier if you were gay. Take it from me.”

“I want Christine.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“It just seems so impossible. I swear, I’d give anything to have her.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah. I just want to get Christine, y’know? She’s all I want right now. Hang on, my cat wants out.” Jeremy stood up to let Squip, who had ran over to the door, out.

Michael gasped in a mock offended way. “All you want? What happened to me being your favorite person?”

Jeremy chuckled. “You still are my favorite person, and you’ll always be.”

Michael made kissing noises over the phone to him.

“Oh, shut up”, Jeremy said. “Anyway, I’ve got to start my homework and memorize some lines. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

At around five, Jeremy heard a crash outside his house. He dismissed it as one of his neighbors’ kids messing around. He went downstairs for a drink, and heard a scratching at his front door. Then, a series of thuds, as though something was hitting it repetitively. Jeremy went over to his front door and peered out the window. The first thing he saw was Squip, outside, even though he had never let him out. Then, a mess of red behind him. Jeremy fumbled with the lock, opened the door, and stepped outside.

Jeremy’s immediate reaction was to scream, a girlish shriek that pierced the relative silence. “HOLY FUCK!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???” There, right in front of him, lay a ragged, bloodied body, still dressed in shredded wounds. A trail of blood led right to it, though it was hard to tell if the blood was from the initial injury or being dragged on the rough sidewalk. Jeremy gagged, but knelt down to inspect closer. “Holy shit… is… is that… Christine???” And indeed it was, Christine, still dressed in the clothes she had been wearing at play rehearsal. Mustering up his courage, Jeremy tentatively put two fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. “Oh my God… is… is she dead?? Hooooly shit what do I do???”

At this moment, Squip butted his head between Jeremy’s head and the body, purring. He tilted his head up to look at Jeremy, and Jeremy could see that around his mouth and paws, the cat’s fur was soaked in blood. Jeremy stumbled backwards, then scrambled to get up. All the while, Squip was staring at him happily, almost proudly, purring. Jeremy was finally starting to connect the dots. Rich getting burned... Jake falling out the window... now Christine...“You… did you do this?” Squip purred harder, then rubbed his head on Jeremy’s leg. “Gah!! Get off of me!” Jeremy jerked his leg out, punting the cat over his neighbor’s fence, then ran inside to call the cops and animal control.

First time posting a headcanon so I'm kinda nervous but I'm give it a shot ( BTW ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE )

So I got a random headcanon about the lin kuei bros ! But Cats AU :D

Okay okay imagine living in a house with a three Cats you just found them homeless on the street and feel sorry for them so you took them in ... Orange cat, Gray cat and a black cat in your house

And if you're going to ask me how did all turn into a cats... Then the answer is Shang Tsung... Don't ask how ... It's just Shang Tsung that mf turned them into a cats ... Maybe just to laugh at them....

Anyways living with the Lin Kuei cats it's the best thing!! If you manage to gain their trust ..... Only with Tomas and Kuai tho.. You don't wanna get near Bi-han... Trust me... This bitch would give you a new scrach everyday... He's the kind of the bratty cat

Hiss 24/7 when every you get closer to him

Sometimes attack you and you'll have either Tomas or Kuai trying to stop him... Or both of them by pulling him from his tail....

Man he's a cat with trust issues so it's gonna take a while until you gain his trust

But to be honest... I believe Tomas would be the first one would Trust you... After seeing you how you're so caring to all of them... Even his brat older brother

He will be the type to be a clingy cat that's how I imagine him

When ever you sit down expect him in less then a second to be on your lap.... (HE'S SO ADORABLE KWHWKWJEJ)

Also whenever Bi-han give you a new scratch Tomas would be the one treating it... By licking it.... He's trying to apologizing instead of his bro

Like "I Apologize for my brother action.... He's just like this all the time... Here let me treat your wounds! " but in cats language...

Tomas is loves cuddles as well whenever you go to bed he'll climb up next to you and sleep

He's so wholesome

As for Kuai Liang... He's a calm cat... When you first let them in... He won't do anything just watching you around...

He's believe in 'Action speaks Louder then words' so he'll only trust you by you're action... And since you are so caring about them... And can take his Older brother's behavior he can tell you're a nice person so he will trust you a little... Still calm tho

Likes to sit besides you if you were watching TV or reading a book whatever you're doing he'll sit next to you... Either sleep or watching what are you doing

Btw when you go to bed he will be sleeping next to your head... He loves your hair... He think it's soft so sometimes when you woke up you'll find him sleeping on it like a pillow .... If you have a short hair he will be leaning on your head

He will try to convince his brother that you're harmless and never meant to hurt them but it's not working... Bi-han thinks if he give you a little cance you might going to stop him on his back or betrayed him...

Man the last time you were trying to wash them all.... It went well with Kuai and Tomas they both let you wash them peaceful.. Somehow Tomas was playful in the water and it got you confused actually for both of them... Them were so calm for cats begin in the water.... You didn't think about you just that's they might have got used to water somehow... Or they are a special cat who would give no pain in the ass to their owner when they are washing them

Anyways after finish the and dry them off you turn you're head to the last target .. Bi-Han ... man if you Know anime JJBA you will know what I mean when I say the fight you just had with bi-Han is the same fight between Jotaro and Dio trust Man and all of this happens while trying to get him into the bath top... You got.. A lot of scratches A few were on your face as well not only a just scars you have got but you had too chase him around the whole house whenever you get closer to him will attack you and hiss so good luck with washing him...

But if you manage to gain his trust (and it's a hard challenge trust me) he will be less aggressive ... Might even let you pet him (he will try so hard not to purr) doesn't attack you anymore... But he will always be cold with you...it's just his way of showing he trust you btw at rare times you'll find him sleeping next to you on the bed.... All the time he prefers to sleep alone

This is so random I just wanted to make some headcanons but always so nervous to post it but right now I decided to give it a shot.... Plz don't hate me of you don't like it ;-;

meaning to reblog this but i absolutely adore this hoshitele cat au that op's been drawing it's so cute

After a bunch of months, I'm posting my art here again. Hoshikuzu Telepath, Raimon and Haruno-inspired cats! More info under the read more:

They're inspired by them, but they'll still be called those names even though they're not one-to-one. White bg intentional!

The idea is their personalities are the same but the setting/details are different bc I decided to go all the way. For example, (this) Raimon-cat is an actual stray cat who does everything on her own. Part of her ear is torn (from fights), she hunts, and she's MORE violent/wild.

I get to make stuff up as I please, so Haruno-cat is a house cat who basically comes across an injured (bleeding to death) Raimon and takes care of her (where she lives in a cozy home with her owner). Raimon doesn't care for house cats but she's forced to stay as she recovers.

That's the setting and it's one of those "tough one softens up after being shown kindness for the first time" stories. The story is about their daily life and interactions as Raimon recovers from her injuries. Backstory and personalities are revealed and they fall in love

It's fanfiction-tier but it's fun. I'm gonna draw all this in my sketchbook now but I might digitalize it or share pictures if I keep going with it xD I just wanted to draw them with their base colors though. Even I don't know what the inside of the house should look like

I'll brush up on cat anatomy more, but anyway

Other details: Haruno's collar doesn't have a tag because it's on the inside/behind the front. So the idea is you lift it and see name/details/etc. on the inside of it. There are no accessories; all stripes/etc are markings

OK UNRELEASED DRAWINGS WAS NOT ON MY LIST OF THINGS I WAS EXPECTING WHAT THE FUCKKKK

Personally, I'm really not too bothered if it doesn't follow canon - in fact, it might even be better that way, since you're able to develop your own stories for your own desires, and you can let your creative juices flow a bit. For instance, you mentioned that Raimon-cat doesn't have goggles, and that could also be worked into the story in some way to differentiate it from canon. Maybe she had goggles that she found in the street one day but it was destroyed in her many fights with other cat gangs, or maybe Haruno-cat finds a pair of goggles to give to her as a present to mark her softening up to her. Or they could never be mentioned at all. It's your story, and that's what makes it fun.

Straying (lol) from canon makes things a little more interesting - how will Umika and co. build a rocket as cats, if they do? If not, what's the goal of the group? How did Yuu get to Earth? How, if there is drama between the four (it's Hoshitele, it's probably going to happen), will it be handled? There's just so much you can do with this idea.

I've been thinking about this AU a lot and I love the little adopting storyline thingie between Haruno-cat and Raimon-cat, it's so adorable, especially the implication that Raimon-cat does love her buuuut is way too stingy/sulky/proud/you know what stray cats are like to admit it. I've been thinking of maybe writing a small thing for this but I'm kinda worried that it won't fit your views of the AU or that I'm intruding on your canon a bit lol.

Anyway, absolutely keep cooking! I can't wait to see what you'll come up with :D

After a bunch of months, I'm posting my art here again. Hoshikuzu Telepath, Raimon and Haruno-inspired cats! More info under the read more:

They're inspired by them, but they'll still be called those names even though they're not one-to-one. White bg intentional!

The idea is their personalities are the same but the setting/details are different bc I decided to go all the way. For example, (this) Raimon-cat is an actual stray cat who does everything on her own. Part of her ear is torn (from fights), she hunts, and she's MORE violent/wild.

I get to make stuff up as I please, so Haruno-cat is a house cat who basically comes across an injured (bleeding to death) Raimon and takes care of her (where she lives in a cozy home with her owner). Raimon doesn't care for house cats but she's forced to stay as she recovers.

That's the setting and it's one of those "tough one softens up after being shown kindness for the first time" stories. The story is about their daily life and interactions as Raimon recovers from her injuries. Backstory and personalities are revealed and they fall in love

It's fanfiction-tier but it's fun. I'm gonna draw all this in my sketchbook now but I might digitalize it or share pictures if I keep going with it xD I just wanted to draw them with their base colors though. Even I don't know what the inside of the house should look like

I'll brush up on cat anatomy more, but anyway

Other details: Haruno's collar doesn't have a tag because it's on the inside/behind the front. So the idea is you lift it and see name/details/etc. on the inside of it. There are no accessories; all stripes/etc are markings

"I'll upload to AO3 on request"

I have a request for you

Anyway, AMAZING opening story! I really love the way you characterised the two, especially Raimon-cat. The whole near-death scene was done really nicely. Only some small little nitpicks from me, mostly regarding epithets and paragraphs, but nothing that detracts or devalues the story in any way, shape, or form.

Super well written, and a joy to read. Cannot wait to see more cats!!!

Domestic Stray (Hoshitele Cat AU)

TITLE: Domestic Stray 

Ship: Cat!Haruno x Cat!Matataki

Word count: 3188 words

A/N: Finally putting words down in a document to try to bring the Hoshitele cat AU to life! Just to quickly set expectations, what I’ve written will focus mainly on Haruno and Matataki, as cats! However, do note that these cats are INSPIRED by Haruno and Matataki and thus will not be completely the same. I’ll try to make them as in-character as I can while trying to connect stuff with the source material, but this is a cat alternate universe, so keep that in mind before you engage with this (100% self-indulgent, made for fun) work. 

Just in case, TW for blood in this first scene lol but we’re mainly a cute slice-of-life/lowkey love story (on the slow side), and I would never have them harm each other, so rest assured. xD 

While writing this, I debated whether I should have honorifics (like -chan) or not, and I think I won’t. Since this is an AU, this is one of those things I won’t have because Haruno’s the only one who’s gonna be using them anyway. xD 

If you’re ok with all that… Hope you enjoy! 

I knew I shouldn’t’ve trusted them. 

That was the thought a certain light brick red-colored cat had as she forced herself to put one paw in front of the other, despite her entire body screaming at her to stop. With each painful step, a decent amount of blood would pool on the ground beneath her, forcing her to keep going unless she wanted to leave behind an even more obvious trail to where she was. 

If I actually die from this, I’ll be so pissed off, she thought bitterly, biting back a hiss as she accidentally stepped on a small, pointed rock. Normally she wouldn’t make such an amateur-ish mistake, but it was kind of hard to see with her vision going in and out, and the blood pouring into one eye from the gash on her forehead didn’t help. 

Quickly. She had to find somewhere to hide quickly just in case those other cats (who she’d given a good beating to, thank you very much) decided to come back for more. With how much blood she’d lost, she knew she didn’t have much time left before she straight-up passed out, but if she could find a place to rest for just a little while, then there was still hope for her yet. 

House cats didn’t like it when anyone intruded on their turf, but house cats were also soft and typically unused to combat; she was pretty sure she could take one. And if she chose the right spot, then she wouldn’t have to encounter a dog, a human, or a cat! 

The scent of blood might be strong, but the smell of everything else in the neighborhood would be even stronger. 

Taking a deep breath, the light reddish-brown cat forced herself to keep going, letting her nose guide her. She couldn’t be too picky, lest she risk collapsing while still out in the open, so she chose quickly.

Small gap under the fence she could squeeze through? Check. 

No strong scent of humans or cats in this area? Check. 

Long row of bushes that would effectively hide her and help mask her scent? Check.

By now, her wounds had stopped bleeding as much, so there wouldn’t be the equivalent of a giant bloody arrow pointing to where she was. This was perfect. 

The light brick red-colored cat collapsed on the spot, shutting her eyes tight with a grimace as another wave of pain went through her from the impact. 

That’s it, she thought firmly as she felt her consciousness rapidly slip away. If I survive this, I’m not trusting anyone ever again. 

–

Birds were chirping. And although her eyes were closed, she could tell that the light of the sun was shining on her face. Which means…

I’m alive? Matataki thought, as her eyes snapped open. It took a second for her vision to adjust, but instead of seeing the green of grass or the dark green of the bushes she’d taken shelter behind, what she saw was… A wall? 

Huh? 

Her heart sped up as the almost-too-familiar feeling of dread started to creep in. Without moving her body, she scanned everything she could see in front of her first: a wall, and above it, a windowsill, and on top of that…. A cat! 

Matataki felt her hackles rise, but she didn’t make any sudden movements just yet. The other cat was currently facing away from her, looking out the window, and it looked like they hadn’t noticed her yet. If Matataki was careful, maybe she’d be able to get away while the other cat was still distracted. After all, if there was a cat here, then maybe there was a cat door?

Very, very slowly, the reddish-brown cat tried standing up, but it was no use. Her legs immediately gave way, but instead of landing on the hard floor, she landed on a soft cat bed, which she just now realized she had been on top of. The sound had been muffled, but the other cat had been so close. There was no way they wouldn’t have noticed, Matataki thought.

Sure enough, the other cat, who was a lovely vanilla yellow color, turned around. Her eyes, which were a more saturated yellow, at first looked surprised, before they shifted into something else. 

“You’re awake!” she exclaimed, and her voice sounded kind of… relieved? 

“Who are you?” Matataki asked, eyes narrowed. And what do you want from me? she thought, but she decided to ask one question at a time. 

“Don’t you remember me?” the yellow cat asked, and Matataki took a moment to study her in more detail. 

Horizontal black stripe on the top of her head that followed the shape of her head but ended at her ears. Perpendicular to that stripe was a vertical stripe that went down the back of the cat’s back and flowed into a black tail, which Matataki had seen before she’d turned around. And finally… The thing that set a wild cat like herself apart from a house cat: the black strip of fabric tied around the cat’s neck, which ended at a neat bow behind the cat’s neck.  

“Nope. Not ringing any bells,” Matataki said bluntly, with a deep frown. If this cat was trying to pretend they knew each other in order to get on her good side– 

“I’m Haruno,” the blonde cat said warmly, seemingly unbothered by Matataki’s cold reply. “I guess it has been a really long time since we last spoke to each other,” she added in a lower tone, as if speaking to herself. To Matataki, she continued: “I say hi to you sometimes when you pass by. We’ve never had a proper conversation or anything before, but, well. It’s nice to meet you! I’ve always wanted to get along.” 

Unfortunately for Haruno, the brick-colored cat had stopped listening to her after ‘I say hi to you sometimes when you pass by.’ Instead, those words had caused Matataki to dive deep into her memory to try to figure out if she remembered anything like that. In general, Matataki didn’t speak to house cats, so it was 100% likely she had never spared the golden-colored cat a reply. But when it came to friendly house cats and the cats that lived in this neighborhood… Maybe something like that happened? 

“Matataki?” 

Matataki snapped out of her thoughts and almost glared at Haruno. “How do you know my name?” she asked, not bothering to hide her wariness. 

Haruno blinked, obviously surprised once again. “You don’t know?” she asked. This time Matataki did glare at her, so she hastily explained: “I thought you would already know this, but you’re kind of famous around here. Like, from all of the things you know and can do. I heard you’re really good at using tools! And apparently there’s no place that can keep you out if you’ve decided you want in.” 

Haruno wasn’t even bothering to hide the admiration in her tone as she praised her, and Matataki couldn’t help but feel awkward from suddenly being showered with compliments. Being famous or whatever isn’t a good thing, she thought darkly as she remembered what had happened to her. They only keep you around to use you and then try to get rid of you so they don’t have to honor their end of the deal. 

“Whatever they say about me, I don’t care,” Matataki said, her tone harsh. “What do you…” She paused as she glanced down at herself, finally noticing and registering the bandages on her body. “...did you do this?” 

“Nope! Not me! My human did,” came the reply, which sounded happy and proud. “I’m glad I found you as quickly as I did, because it looked really bad–”

“Wait,” Matataki cut in. “What happened? What human?” she asked, her blood having run cold. Was that human still around now?

“My owner. My caretaker,” Haruno answered. “Who’s usually out of the house, by the way, so you don’t have to worry about meeting them if you don’t want to.” The vanilla-colored cat had read the panic and look of displeasure on Matataki’s face and directly addressed it. “As for your question about what happened, well… You were kinda out for three whole days. I was wondering when you’d wake up, but your breathing was normal, at least, so I knew you would eventually. Anyway, I’m really glad you’re alright! You really gave me a heart attack out there…”

Once again, Matataki was drowning the rest of her words out in favor of focusing on what the other cat had just revealed. Three whole days, and she’d been patched up by a human? It was good she wouldn’t have to interact with it, but… Ugh… If she had to live with a human, then maybe it would’ve been better if she hadn’t been saved.

Pushing that thought out of her head, the light red-brown-colored cat tried to stand up again. She managed to succeed for a couple of seconds, but her legs were shaking too much, so she eventually opted to sit. 

Okay. She was way too weak to leave, and even if she did leave, she might not last for long, especially if those cats were still out to get her. 

“Okay, house cat.” 

“It’s Haruno.” 

“Yeah, that.” Whatever, she almost added, but she decided being snarky to someone she was at the mercy of probably wasn’t the best idea. “I assume there’s probably a reason why you brought me in here, so just tell me your terms. You house cats– er… House cats like you are usually more pacifistic, and I can at least pay you back for helping me.” Even though I didn’t ask you to. “So just tell me what you want, and we can settle this peacefully, without any issues.” As long as it doesn’t involve any humans. 

Matataki was met with a blank stare before Haruno’s eyes widened in surprise yet again. Looks like Haruno was as unused to dealing with her as Matataki was with house cats in general, who she tended to ignore altogether.

“Terms?” the blonde cat asked. She immediately shook her head. “Nonono, you don’t need to pay me back or anything! I didn’t try to save you with an ulterior motive or anything.” 

During their whole conversation, Haruno had been sitting on the windowsill and Matataki had been either sitting or lying on the cat bed. Now, Haruno chose to jump down from the windowsill so that they were more or less on the same ground. With them sitting in front of each other, it was clear Haruno was more than a little bit bigger than the injured cat, which made Matataki frown.

“I didn’t help you because I wanted something from you,” Haruno repeated, flicking her black tail. “When I see someone in trouble, I just want to help them. I couldn’t just leave you like that,” she said, her eyes softening. 

The yellow cat’s eyes were a bit too earnest, so Matataki found herself immediately looking away from them. It didn’t matter what others said. The only thing that mattered was how they actually acted in the end. 

“Anyway–” the stray cat said, trying to continue to negotiate her exit, but she was interrupted by the sound of her stomach loudly growling. Before she could react, Haruno was already on her paws again, her golden eyes sparkling. 

“How inconsiderate of me!” the house cat exclaimed, yet she looked excited for some reason. “I have no idea when your last meal was, but you haven’t eaten for at least three days! You must be famished!” 

Matataki opened her mouth to deny it, but after a second, she seemed to reconsider and closed it. There was no point trying to avoid looking weak in front of this cat. She had been too weak to stand properly, for goodness’ sake. 

Haruno seemed pleased with this silent agreement, if the smile on her face was anything to go by. “I’ll be right back!” she announced, darting off. As Matataki watched her black tail disappear out of view behind a wall, she couldn’t help but silently agree that Haruno seemed to really like taking care of others. 

I’m not trusting anyone ever again. The very last thought that she’d had before passing out came back to her again, and she internally patted herself on the back for remembering what she’d decided on. No matter how nice someone acted, they showed their true colors eventually– especially when it was no longer useful to act nice. 

Everyone is selfish, after all. In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself. 

It took barely thirty seconds before Haruno was back. In her mouth was a bowl, which she proudly placed in front of Matataki and pushed towards her. 

“Since you’re a patient here, we provide only the highest quality care,” Haruno said cheerfully in almost a faux-professional voice. “This is my favorite! Wet food! I know wild cats hunt and all, but I bet you’ve never tasted chicken before! Go on! Try it!”

Matataki looked at the contents of the bowl suspiciously. Brown mashed “stuff” mushed together with pale light chunks mixed in and strange yellow-ish liquid coating everything and oozing out the bottom. She didn’t know how cats would be able to get their paws on poison, but she couldn’t rule the idea out. 

“You eat it,” she demanded. Even if she was hungry, maybe she could still find something else. 

“But it’s for you,” Haruno said, looking disappointed that her offer had been rejected. She seemed to look up in thought before finally nodding. “Oh, I get it! You probably haven’t eaten anything like this before, so you want me to taste-test it for you to show you it’s safe. Sure! It’s really yummy, so I’ll take a couple of bites. But I really want you to try it too! Is that okay?”

“No promises.” 

Haruno seemed to think this answer was good enough, so as promised, she took a couple of bites of the wet food. Matataki watched as she licked the rest of it off her muzzle and then sat back with a satisfied expression, looking at the slightly smaller cat expectantly. 

Well. No cat would be crazy enough to consume poison in front of her, so after maintaining Haruno’s stare for a moment, Matataki finally gave in and decided to try it. 

It… was better than anything she’d ever tasted. Cooked food was much better than raw food, and the stray cat didn’t often get the chance to eat it for obvious reasons. Either she was really hungry or she couldn’t get enough because the food was gone before she knew it… 

When she looked up, Haruno was giving her a really kind smile, which really made her fur stand on end. It felt like she’d lost somehow… Matataki was a stray cat! A wild cat at heart! And she would not be won over by house cat luxuries, even if they tasted better than her usual. 

“You– you don’t have to watch me while I eat! I’m not gonna waste it!” the light red brick-colored cat snapped, mostly to hide her growing embarrassment. 

“Hehe, sorry,” Haruno said with a giggle, but she looked more amused rather than apologetic. Matataki didn’t know how to react to someone reacting to her like that. As if to throw the injured cat a lifeline, however, Haruno changed the subject. “It’s not good to eat too much, so that’ll be it for now. The automatic cat feeder gives you the exact amount you need at the exact time you should have it. Convenient, right?” 

She paused, as if she remembered something. “Water!” she exclaimed, her tail standing straight up. “I’ll get you some water! And I’ll make sure not to spill it!” 

As if this was going to turn into a thing now, Haruno dashed off. This time, she took a little longer to return, but as promised, she carefully offered the other cat a bowl of water. Matataki hadn’t even gotten a word in before the yellow cat had decided to act on her own, and once more, she eyed the bowl before doing anything else. She considered refusing since she’d already been offered a handout earlier, but one glance at the taller cat reminded her that she should probably stay in her good graces, so she gave the water a cursory lick or two before moving back again. 

“Okay!” With that word, Haruno curled her tail into a hook shape and circled Matataki as if she was examining a shiny new toy. In reality, she was just making sure the bandaged cat was in good condition and not in need of anything else. The smaller cat narrowed her eyes and regarded her uneasily as she did this, and Haruno took the hint and stopped. 

“Can I get you anything?” the house cat asked, and Matataki shook her head. 

The only thing Matataki wanted was to get out of here, but in her current condition, that was a horrible idea, so she was slowly accepting that she would be stuck here for a little while. But she probably couldn’t have been stuck with someone even friendlier or more helpful than Haruno, so at least it wasn’t worse. 

“What are you expecting from me?” she finally asked, unable to articulate sentences like Is it fine if I stay and I can’t leave right now so I’m stuck here. The latter statement would reveal too much information (and vulnerability) to a cat who had the advantage over her, even if it was only a house cat. 

“Nothing,” Haruno answered easily, with a smile. “I just want you to recover and get better! So you need lots of rest, you shouldn’t overwork yourself, and if you ever need anything, you can just ask me!” She curled her tail over her paws, her eyes sparkling beautifully like yellow topaz gemstones. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You’re my guest.” 

Matataki almost let out a sigh of relief, but it just came out as a slow exhale. In her entire life, she’d never been treated with as much grace and hospitality as this. It made the skin under her fur crawl because she knew it would all fall apart eventually– it inevitably did, when it came to her relationships (or lack thereof) with other cats. 

“...thank you,” she finally said. Even though she was incredibly out of her element and expecting the worst, it still felt like an important weight had been taken off her shoulders. She would do her best to avoid the human, but since she wasn’t being left outside to fend for herself in her weakened state, it was still much better than nothing. She just hoped Haruno wouldn’t force her to get along with her human, even if that human had possibly saved her life. 

She didn’t say anything else though. She just looked at the other cat, and Haruno was wearing the brightest smile she’d had all day. 

“You’re welcome! Let’s get along from now on!” 

END 

A/N: Ok that was much longer than I expected and I kinda started writing at like 10:36 PM and now it’s 2:46 AM. So that took me like… about 4 hours to write! But it was really fun to me! :D I really wanted to write something for them and now I’m glad and happy I finally did it! c: 

Yes, if you’re wondering, I did look up cat facts whenever I needed them. I also looked up stuff about blood loss. I’m thinking Matataki stays with Haruno for like a month, at the very least? And any other stories will be about them doing various activities or bonding. 

I didn’t think I’d make the intro as long as it is (actually, I was planning to make it like maybe a 3-sentence scene or preview and go straight into the waking up scene, but it has important details I might like to reference later so you know what? Yeah, I’ll keep it like that.) 

I’m a Warrior cats kid so I’m totally used to all the cat descriptions and stuff (paws, tail, muzzle, lol) but it might be weird for a non-cat person, I think. xD Anyway, I’ll upload this to AO3 on request but since this is just a niche thing for now, I’ll keep it on this blog only. This won’t be the last time I write about them, I think, ‘cuz I like this AU a lot, but hopefully I did a good job capturing their characters! I don’t want Matataki to be too mean or Haruno to be too hyperactive/helpful or anything, but this is their first meeting and they’re drastically different, so their differences get exaggerated a bit. If anyone ever feels like giving me feedback, I’m totally open to it! Anyhow, I love cats. How did you know? xD

THERE'S BEEN A SECOND CHAPTER WE STAY WINNINGGGGG YEAHHHHHHHHH

Chapters: 2/24 Fandom: Stardust Telepath, Hoshikuzu Telepath Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Takaragi Haruno/Raimon Matataki Characters: Takaragi Haruno, Raimon Matataki Additional Tags: Cat AU, cat alternate universe, Not completely canon compliant, made purely for entertainment purposes, will add more tags as needed, writing all of this out of love, UmiYu WILL appear knowing me but handled with care Summary:

A wild cat and a house cat would never have any reason to interact with each other. They were in different worlds, so why would they ever cross paths, let alone get along?

Thanks to circumstances (Cat!)Matataki can’t control, she meets (Cat!)Haruno. Oh well. Things could be worse, right?

[A Hoshitele-inspired cat AU focusing mainly on Matataki x Haruno (slowburn). If I can squeeze Umika x Yu in naturally, I will, but don’t count on it xD]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHH

Will color and line over them again later but if there's one thing that can keep me up, it's cats... 😂 Umika(t) is like the quintessential (cartoon) house cat to me-- she's even got that fluffy cheek look xD (intentional design choice ofc). I want to make sure the colors work together so that's why I wanna draw them carefully again like I did with the other two (Haruno and Matataki), but some design details:

instead of being a design, Yu just has those hairband beads over her ears for real I think. She's weird, so she can do whatever she wants lol

Umika's two front paws and the edge of her tail have the teal blue that she's known for. I decided to move it from her shoulders to her literal two front paws and I think I like it lol

Full colored version coming in 10 years I think 😂

Did a few more doodles for the AU and finally gave the kitten a design.

A bit of context

- Phoenix is a stray while Miles is a pet cat

- Miles is disgusting by the thought of eating prey.

- Raymond is Gregory, Franziska, & Miles’ owner and the poor guy has so many more cats now because Miles keeps bring kittens home (some of those being Kay and Sebastian)

THE CAT OF DREAMS | THE SANDMAN (2022-)

Some Artyom (and Pavel) drawings!

And there are also some older cat au ones! I don’t think I’ve posted the designs on here yet, but they’re from early 2023 and for funsies because I like animal aus a lot.

Wait, no, now I'm invested in this story!

Where are my cat!Roksoo fics. That was not a question, it was a statement. I see ppl compare Rok Soo to a cat and really, I’m digging the idea but y’all giving the food but telling me to cook it myself?

…I’ll contribute seasoning—

He’s not a beast person, he’s a legit cat. No opposable thumbs for this kitty. No deus ex machina to make him do legit work later. Give him the slacker life he deserves. Let him live it easily even though he gets dropped off in Rain City’s slums.

Despite that, On and Hong immediately know that he’s intelligent—or they bother him enough to know it eventually.

As if his resourcefulness and caring nature didn’t make it obvious enough that he has high enough emotional intelligence to share his food with the siblings instead of hissing at them for approaching like other alley cats in the slums—

Does he scrounge for food in the trash? Yeah. But they’re almost never bad. No mold, no rot, no dirt. Of course when the food they manage to find is nothing but waste he does find other sources like hunting in the wild. Maybe eventually he urges the kids to turn human so they can cook it. He doesn’t do this often though bc while cats used to be wild and capable hunters he’s just a house cat now. Most he’ll catch are small birds and rodents.

He teaches the kids how to scam. With the magic of cat. Big eyes, cute meows—next thing you know Hans has brought them into the Henituse Estate. After that they endear themselves to the Henituse kids—Cale included.

Kim Rok Soo wants to stay away from the minor villain but honestly the absolute misery from the guy is bothering his afternoon nap so he makes it his daily mission to trip the redhead until he gets a pat.

One day Cale really does trip in the middle of a drunken act and Rok Soo just sits on him. Cale is resigned bc he is not a Cat, and therefore does not have the Divine Right to command anything, much less a cat off his throne.

Eventually Cale warms up to Kitty Rok Soo bc he gets to further his villain act by petting the cat in his lap with a deviously trashy smile—yes, Rok Soo followed him out to the bar. No, he couldn’t stop Rok Soo.

Cats have nine lives. Anybody trying to hurt KRS would be unlucky enough to suffer divine retribution bc black cats are “bad luck.” Heh.

Obviously Ron would know all three of the cats aren’t normal but seeing the growing affection between the Henituse family and the felines he kinda just accepts it like he does in canon and tries to teach the kiddos assassination techniques.

He tries to teach KRS too even after learning he’s a normal—if abnormally intelligent—cat, but KRS runs to Cale every time. After the first time that Ron almost caught KRS, KRS makes sure there’s always ten escape routes that take him to either Cale or Deruth in a minute or less at any moment in time.

Or you know what, KRS’s favorite Ron-deterrent is Violan bc she doesn’t fool around with him like Deruth. Favorite pastime is watching her sculpt bc the noises are hypnotic and it’s like watching discovery channel in live 4k HD. Deruth is only for when he’s in an emergency where neither Cale nor Violan are around. Or when he wants pats.

He stays away from Beacrox bc hello germaphobe torture expert?? No cats allowed in the kitchen?!?!? Little does he know that Beacrox does have a soft spot for the kittens and leaves snacks outside the kitchen for them and the first time KRS takes the offerings he’s so pleased that Ron pets KRS, who is scared shitless but that’s just how it is.

Heyyyy, lookie here! Something cute!

A commission for @draconicsparkle of Izuru and Nagito in their adorable fic, Hajime’s Cats! Go give it a read, it’s super cute!

In honor of the fact that my Cat Au is about to reach 30 chapters, I present the text conversation that started it all! It’s been so long since then. I didn’t think I would get to 30 whole chapters of this au when it first was thought of. Thank you to everyone who has read it!

And for those who are curious, here’s the link! I hope you enjoy!

Happy Birthday to Hajime’s Cats!

I can’t believe it’s been a full year since this was first uploaded! And here we are, 53 chapters later.

But yeah, just wanted to make a celebratory post about this and show off the cute art that @tortadecereji made for me. It’s so cute! They are so fluffy!

Have a great day!

OUR FLUFFY SONS!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!

Thank you thank you so much! I love them and their judging stares. I wanna pet them so much.

This is a gift for my friend @draconicsparkle !! Nagizuru and cat!izuru ~ our fluffy boys together.