based on extensive observation, I believe that my cats have only a tenuous grasp on how much of my body is “me”
It’s like, Head: definitely Big Friend, note eyes and noise-hole.
Hands: 90% certainty of Big Friend, 10% possibility of toy. comprised of two main parts, the rubby-rubby and the wriggly-scritchers. does Big Friend control them with her mind? the mechanism is unclear.
Arms, aka “Cuddle Snakes”: do these help Big Friend’s hands from getting lost? good place to sit.
Torso: ??? we have no idea what this is. smells like Big Friend but serves no observable purpose. treat as terrain.
Legs, see: “The Lap Conundrum”: 25% chance of Big Friend, totally uninteresting. WHEN LAP: 90% chance of Big Friend, excellently warm. where does the lap go? our finest cat scientists seek the answer to this mystery, but no breakthroughs as of yet.
Feet, aka “Twitchy-Kickers”: 10% chance of Big Friend, 90% chance of foe. all attempts to communicate have ended in hostility. Destroy on sight.
This is so accurate it’s physically painful.
I love this post with my whole heart.
Tag: hahah
My prompt is Children of Tumblr x Touching Some Fucking Grass
Skylar wandered out,
hand still touching the door, afraid afraid of what might be out here, what the
light held. It felt warm on the skin, and there was fear, at first, a need to
draw away, but then the warmth did not burn, but caressed, like a laptop
warming the lap that held it.It was so green. Like a
high res monitor could only express. Lush. Shaded like high quality fanart.There was a small and a
softness to the touch, Skylar sobbed, touching it over and over again.They were the first tears not
related to a tumblr post in years.
Rhio's Tunglr Stuff 