cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53746991

We walk by daily. She stares, how about that? We've just been inspected by the neighborhood cat.

We tried to sneak by, that plan she saw through. Take a stroll on her path. She'll notice you too.

Then a few ps ps ps, and you may get to pet the majestic creature that is the neighborhood cat.

Then continue on your way, as she knows you will do, and she'll be eagerly awaiting the next time she sees you. ❤️

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53673550

One melts in front, he doesn't have a care,
He rests in peace. Disturb his calm. You wouldn't dare.
The other sits with eyes that say,
“the end of calm is moments away.”

One has surrendered where it's soft and warm,
The other clearly brings the storm.
Two cats, one couch, one picture perfect as a psalm—
Behold the fragile balance and please meet Chaos and Calm.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53662548

The afternoon begins to fade,
The sunlight stretches into shade.
And there she lies upon her rug,
Her little paws tucked in so snug.

Her golden face, her whiskers white,
Her eyes still shining in the light.
A thousand things I could adore,
Yet somehow, watching, I love more.

And when the evening settles in,
And all the house grows quiet again,
I find her watching from the floor,
As though she’s waited evermore.

I wonder what those eyes can see,
That makes her spend her days with me.
For I am just a simple man,
Who does the little things he can.

I cannot tell her all I feel,
Or how her quiet love is real.
But every time our glances meet,
My ordinary day turns sweet.

New and improved balcony

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53641514

Two little kitties sitting on a table,
both of them ready, willing and able
to grab a bite of your food when you look away.
They only wish to have a catlicious kind of day.

If you lose your meal, I warned you, there's nothing left to say.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53632632

Why does she look at me this way,
as if she has nothing left to say?

As if the love I've given her is enough,
and she doesn't need any other stuff.

Comment if you can so I understand.
Was this gaze caused by the works of my hands?

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/49507561

He's wondering if they fit
They’re mine but he won't quit.
He doesn't give a shit,
because he's wondering if they fit.

He planned his attack last night.
Where battle in dreams I might.
Face such magnificent creatures as he.
But those are my blue jeans!

They were clean and now they’re
claimed.
Tomorrow will be different. I know his game.

This boy has been my best bud for 11 years. I can't imagine a day without him. We got him from a rescue and were told that he used to live in a barn. Although with how afraid of new people and outside noises he is it's hard to believe.

I've worked from home for years now and he posts up on my desk like this most of the day. I love him with all my heart 😭

PS: Blanket is a tortilla pattern, not super dirty or anything

Furry waves of wondrous white
Will you be grooming yourself tonight?
You’ve left yourself in quite a mess. I’m Grabbing the Brush!
It’s giving me stress!

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/52647012

He closes his eyes as the room grows still, One paw reaches out of its own free will. Touch it once if you’re daring to know— He’ll show you the places your future will go.

The good and the grim are whispered to him, Some futures are bright, while others are dim. So reach for his paw if you’re daring to know… He already knows if you’re going to, though.

Not much actually. But she knows a good box when she finds it.

Ivanova and I just had a breakthrough.

She is a spicy girl.

I have sat with her for hours on my chest and the most I ever got from her was the faintest hint of a purr.

A few days ago we removed all her roommates. I am now her only link to other lifeforms. I pulled her out of her kennel and did my usual attempts to pet her.

And then Charlie walked up purring very loudly. I decided to let them touch noses. The moment I did that Ivanova started purring loudly. And it wasn't in that self soothing passive aggressive way that some cats do. She was experiencing joy.

I don't know if she will ever be adoptable but this was a big step in the right direction. She needs a house where she can be a ghost and someone is going to be okay with that until she eventually decides that a person is better than nothing and both can experience the joy I just had.

Every day, she yells for her catgrass until I give her a bit. Sometimes (when it's grown long) she gets to eat straight from the planter.