24 | He/Him | Masc Trans NB | Certified Dumbass | Supposedly an Adult
They're sleeping exactly where my shoulders were less than 10 minutes ago.
I love these two so much.
"I didn't even notice the background cat for a second c:"
Yeah, Frank leaves all the lazy, hour long cuddles to Megan who will velcro herself to you for as long as you let her.
Frank takes a more aggressive approach and will demand to be held and coddled when you're just standing around or sitting somewhere actively doing things. But she does still enjoy hanging out. Just not on top of you (until she's very suddenly on top of you). Megan at least asks if you want to be smothered.
Lol I call my cats "buddy" all the time xD I've always wanted to have a little dog with a very human name though like Arthur or something I just think it'd be so adorable
I don't utilize the hilarity of people names for my cats as well as one should when you have people names for your pets. "Bro", "bud", "dude", "babe", "honey"/"honeybunches", "sweetheart", "child", "kiddo", "asshole", "motherfucker", "dickhead" are all things I lovingly call my children. As for nicknames, I think Meg has the lions share. Frankie generally only has Frank and Franks-badanks. Megan's got Meg, Megmeg, Meggers, Megarino, and, my favorite: Fatticus Prime.
#Perhaps I'm forgetting some #maybe my current and past room mates could remind me of more #I observe myself way less than they do/did #I'm purposefully forgetting "Gregan" bc I didn't come up with it and I can't remember the sister name they gave to Meg #(yes #Gregan is refering to Frank and not Meg #no I don't understand why #they'd have to tell you more) #children #cats #Frankie #Megan #naiad6 notes
Megan just walked up to my dresser and sniffed at it then looked directly at me and meowed, then back at the dresser. She fucking asked me to open it and as soon as I did she hopped in it.
She's doing alright. just at her own pace.
I am happy to report that one of the very first things I saw this morning when I woke up was Megan, out and about looking for attention. As soon as my corpse started stirring the first thing she did was meow at me.
She's still a bit hesitant in the space, but shes walking around and being mildly curious about things, which is leagues more than she did (voluntarily) yesterday.
I do have to give her credit where credit is due though. She had quite a bigger day yesterday than Frank did. Where Frank only had a car ride, a bath and the hew house to deal with. Meg had an addtional set of car rides and the vet to contend with. So I'm super proud of her.
GOD. So Frankie's doing great. She's exploring the new room. She's climbing all over me. She's 99% dry. She's checking out the windows. It's great.
Megan. Now Megan is still almost sopping wet. She has had her fucking face pressed into a corner underneath my toilet since she was released to the bathroom. I took her out and like, tried to encourage her to follow Frank, but she just slunk back to the toilet.
I guess that's safety for her, but goddamn child, please at least start cleaning yourself. Frank was bathed first and she's nearly dry. Please honey, I'm begging you. You got a bath first! I've run out of dry towels, sweetheart. ;w;