aonfiain:

flowercrownsnstuff:

awanderingpig:

claricechiarasorcha:

meggannn:

how can ppl say cats are heartless tbh

I once stayed at a game reserve in South Africa, and they had three cheetahs – two males and one female. The boys stuck together (they were brothers), but female cheetahs are solitary, save for when they are raising cubs. Which is hard work for cheetahs, because they don’t/can’t den, she’s working constantly to protect/move her cubs, as well as feeding both them and herself.

Now, these cheetahs ARE in a private reserve, but they’re still essentially wild. But they are more or less accustomed to the presence of people. And this cheetah, Ketswiri, got very badly injured in her leg one time, which usually would be fatal to a cheetah. The staff at the reserve helped her. Another time, she was starving, and they provided her a fresh antelope carcass. And she remembered this, because the science officer was telling us how one time he was watching Ketswiri and her cubs, and she wandered over and dumped all her cubs at his feet, and walked off. Like “watch my kids, I need some me time.” And he was panicking like COME BACK I CAN’T BABYSIT YOUR KIDS WTF

Half of the comments are about cats giving birth on top of or next to their owners and I’m not crying at all

it’s so funny though because domesticated cats are aggressively social in raising their young so basically op’s cat was like bitch these are your kids too, where tf you think you’re going???

I shall regale you all now with the telling of the crotch kitties story. Once upon a time ago I played an epic weekend long game of DnD at a friend’s house while napping upon the couch passed out between what would finally mark the end of the session on it’s fourth morning a kitty came to me in the dark so I did it a pet and it stayed and I went back to sleep. I awoke with the need to poop furiously as what amounts to a 3 day bender of junk food and imagination had taken its toll on my digestive system. As I arose from what had previously been a solid slumber I still feel a warm weight atop my blankie not wanting to disturb my fluffy bunkmate I poke around trying to find her only to discover 6 tiny moist floofs and a proud momma kittus nested between my thighs. Although it was adorable i still needed to evacuate my grumbling bowels. So I gingerly extricated myself to absquatulate to yon privy whence upon returning I did reposition myself for my return to sleep with the tiny family once again cozy between my hinter regions where they stayed until my friends awoke and found them a box. The kitties kept my blankie.