shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[he shrugs, a little flippant. hey, free sunning spot!]

He's an intense guy! Either he'll get over it or he won't, and if he doesn't he'll be missing out on your charming company.

 

*Calls from his sulking corner.*
You soak a cat with cold water and expect him to rub up against your legs?

 

-cheerfully playing in a pond. She's not even being contrary this time, she's just a jungle cat who enjoys water-

 

Most cats. There are nearly always exceptions!

 

*That gets his attention, and he pads over to the pond, sticking one paw in. Shudders and quickly retreats.*

*No one saw that, right.*

 

-Well...-

 

[mean snicker]

 

*Rude gesture.*

 

-splashes at the strange fishcat. Maybe she can lure them in with friendship!-

 

-Neko Fisshu submerges-

 

[>:0!!]

 

*>:3c*

 

-LICKS THE FISHCAT VICTORIOUSLY-

 

*Due in part to rave magic, the drying is expedited.*

*He now resembles a Cheeto-stained pompom.*

 

Don't lick the fishcat! It didn't to that!

 

[snrrrt. he grins]

I really like the new look! Very you.

 

And I appreciate yours as well.

Is that a burr on your underbelly or just an accessory?

 

What are we.

 

I fell for the whiskers thing, I'm not falling for this so soon after that! If there were a burr I'd feel it.

[he sniffs disdainfully, but there's a note of hesitation to his voice]

I.

You and me specifically, or, uh, in broader terms?

[nervous chuckle]

 

It's one of those newfangled burrs, I'm afraid. You can't feel a thing until bedtime and then it sinks in deeper.

The rebel and the goody-two-paws, the loner and the cat in the spotlight. Or perhaps, characterized by similarity instead of contrast. Wherever kittens can be found, they'll be screaming the name of one of us.