Myz Lilith
@myzlilith
The same MyzLilith from Twitter, and pretty anywhere else on the internet. Slow to arrive here because life and stuff. I hate writing bios. (she/her)
We have a saying in our house: Be as kind to yourself as you are to a little orange cat.
Has perfected the art of mournful kibble crunching – a slow, deliberate “if I must” chewing – to let us know when it’s wet food time. (As opposed to normal kibble eating which is a busy chomp chomp chomp)
We had to put ginger boy in one of those when he kept scratching a small wound behind his ear. He earned a new name that day: The Furious Scrunchie.
Joselito >> GWPuss (via Ginger Wanker – he was a difficult adoptee prone to biting too hard!) AKA Little Boy, Pusscat, Catface, Bubba Doesn’t respond to any of his names, just to amended-lyric versions of Tubthumping, Phantom of the Opera, or Springtime for Hitler, all of which signal dinner time!
Does not believe in snuggling, and prefers sleeping under the bed to in it. But has the loudest most melodic purr ever purred!
48, no make-up, no filter. Women of all ages are allowed their own faces!
(I can’t do a full artist credit as I’m temporarily locked out of Tumbler, but I believe this should be her link floccinaucinihilipilificationa.tumblr.com )
Which saved me from having to figure out which side of this meme I’d be on. (I mean yes, but who doesn’t want to own a Torment Nexus? For purely decorative purposes, obviously…)
Somebody scratched behind his ear too hard and made it bleed and now won’t stop scratching the scabs off, so let me present: Lord Ruffington, the Furious Scrunchie!
Butterfly cakes? They involve cutting the top off the cake to make the two wings, so that might be a neat way to make the best of the muffin tops!
I am not sure he favours any particular side, but I am perfectly willing to watch him sleep for the next 8 hours. For science.
Hi, why is there a post on your account praising the AfD (and claiming to be Michael Shellenberger?)
Annual reminder that that George bloke got around a bit, and that here in Barcelona the city’s patron saint Sant Jordi is celebrated with books and roses and roses made from books and possibly even books made from roses and the city is still full of dragons (and flowers).
Always gorgeous! This is our little guy (who may be a little old guy, nobody is sure) After our last cat passed, we got in touch with the shelter we’d adopted him from. We were actually enquiring about another cat, who’d already been homed. “But we have someone here who needs you more…” And he did 💜
“You does not have rite to even see the ears, humins, much less cleenz dem.”
Our beautiful rescue boy, showing off that it’s literally a tiny notch in the ear. Doesn’t bother him in the slightest! When he was found, they thought he was a feral and so performed TNR. But he seemed better with humans than other cats, so after some patient fostering, he adopted us!