I love Lucifer!

[yakalskovich]

The most amazing thing about 'owning' a cat (or rather, getting one to live in my flat with me) isn't even the special funny things he does (expect a vid next weekend of Lucifer standing on his hind legs to get treats from my fingers, though), it is simply this:

I turn from the work I am doing at my computer to grab a sip of cold mocha, and this large, prone bundle of fur comes into sight, and I realise,

"There's a puma on my sofa, and he is mine!!"

Even after almost half a year, that sense of joy and wonderment hasn't dimmed.

ETA: Now with 100% more pictorial proof!


From a bit further away, to show his size. In the background, please not essayel's lovely drawing of gil_whimple and asar_suti !


A large red predator, asleep in the sun - cracicotus and wiebke, you know the blanket he is sleeping on and can guess how large his is, by the scale of those squares?>


The more paws, the cuter, as we learn on Cute Overload


'What you doing there with that clicky thing, human?'

And without the silly f-locks, because really, no reason to be private about how cute my cat is, is there?

Comments

[yakalskovich]

Yes - that's why I'm waiting as long as I can with the snip-snip part after all, at the advice of the woman in whose stables he was born. He needs his chance to mature, and only when he actually starts marking his territory will those 'nads have to come off in a hurry.

On the other hand, some writers claim that domestic cats, especially pet cats, enjoy something like a perpetual childhood with their owner as an ersatz cat mom; something of that inner!kitten is always allowed to remain.