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CAT.
ARMOUR.
CAT ARMOUR.
Lets just take a moment to envision how a cat would try to escape from this….
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Sid? Sid Presh—
Oh. There you are.
…You gonna be okay there, buddy?
:3 if my cat were smaller I’m sure this is how she would have woken us up.
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A Dog Bed [x]
Ded from cute. Fun fact: my aim screen name is KitteNxOverdosE. Which is accurate in this case.
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"‘And until then I have to haunt this place.’ King Verence stared around at the draughty battlements. ‘All alone, I suppose. Won’t anyone be able to see me?’
‘Oh, the physically inclined. Close relatives. And cats, of course.’
‘I hate cats.’
Death’s face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant.
‘I see,’ he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat-haters. ‘You like great big dogs, I imagine.’"
- Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters (via secondgenturbodiesel)
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I like to sing love songs to my cat only because of her complete and total apathy towards my soulful proclamations of undying love.
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