Socially Awkward Ork

It's not you who has a cat gyrinx, it's gyrinx who has you

He is so orange

women want me, fish want me too

gertrude was yowling and hollering and lumbering bc she wanted wet food but she already had it so i gave her some treats to appease her & she looked at me with such contempt

[ID: a doodle of a haggard old cat looking with weary disdain at the viewer, a small pile of treats on the floor before her.]

IT'S GROWING!!

he has the texture of a kiwi fruit

I took a nap and forgot Belphegor existed, so when I woke up and saw this thing it jump-scared me

Zdzisław Beksiński, untitled, 1975.

i have to say it is funny that of all the reasons you shouldn't let cats roam around outside unattended the only one that outdoor cat owners care about is the possibility that someone could steal your cat and keep it inside. literally this

WHY

[video description: a black cat leaning his head upside down over the edge of a glass-topped table, biting the glass repeatedly.]

gertrude was yowling and hollering and lumbering bc she wanted wet food but she already had it so i gave her some treats to appease her & she looked at me with such contempt

[ID: a doodle of a haggard old cat looking with weary disdain at the viewer, a small pile of treats on the floor before her.]

no book only cat

Some more renders of a Kotie model, this time - in white color 🤍

I decided to render him in a room scene too (room scene by Flavio Della Tommasa), just for fun. It's not canon, but I haven't done any interior and furniture modeling yet to make the Koties' native building and houses, so this is just a fantasy on the idea of ​​"what would happen if a Kotie lived in a human house".

Made in Blender ~

(Note: Koties are characters of my personal lore/story; they are not supposed to represent anything or anyone else and are not allowed to be used in any way)

Smooch, aka Dried Pickle Man, has passed peacefully into the Primal Bog Eternal.

There is so much I want to say, but there aren't words. Thank all of you for loving him with me. It has meant everything.

Goodbye, buddy.

Daytime reblog. The world's smallest cryptid, the only, and forever the only, of his kind, has passed from these the fields we know and into the Primal Bog, where he shall man the landlocked lighthouse, ever guiding us to better days.

oh, Dried Pickle Man, how we mourn your loss. you shall live forever in our hearts and olfactory memory. now your wretched and stinky body will suffer no longer, and your pure and beautiful soul will be free to croak and quack at every ghostly pilgrim who enters your Eternal Bog. thank you for gracing us all with your weird, gross smells and your hilariously ridiculous face. we love you, buddy. <3

Oh. :(

I'm so sorry. I'm still aching from losing Mila last year.

She's been holding a good sunshine spot for him, I'm sure. They can stink up the place with their bellies towards the sun forever.

I am not immune to pretty furry characters. A bakeneko so obsessed with human culture and fashion that their form became humanoid.

some drawings of my cat ophie as...an athlete in the olympics ✨

the beautiful and luminous moon

here's something stupid: the catcatfish

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