I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) – they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!
Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.
OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.
Few romantic heroes could do better.
I don’t post cats often but that illustration.
that ILLUSTRATION
El señor Don Gato was a cat, Upon a high red roof Don Gato sat; He was there to read a letter (meow, meow, meow) Where the reading light was better (meow, meow, meow); ‘Twas a lovenote for Don Gato.
“I adore you,” wrote the lady cat. She was fluffy white and nice and fat. There was not a sweeter kitty (meow, meow, meow) In the country or the city (meow, meow, meow), And she said she’d wed Don Gato.
(The ballad continues – it’s the first proper song I ever learned, at about 5 years old – but that’s all I have the will to reproduce right now.)
“It was the first time I ever felt like a man. Not a monster. Not a conquering god. Only a man, lying with his woman, watching her sleep. I think back to that moment often. Often.” – R.Lee Smith ‘Land of the Beautiful Dead’
