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.
One of the things I appreciate about having a bonded pair of sisters for cats is that they are true ride-or-die for one another even when one of them is being a full-on dumbass.
This morning, something in the living room (I still don’t know what, possibly Ghost) startled Polk, who did an immediate five-foot vertical leap in the air and then took off running in that scrabbly way cats have when they’re genuinely in fear of their life.
Dearborn gave me a “what the fuck” look for a fraction of a second, then clearly with NOTHING actually startling her did the exact same thing. Like, “I guess this is just what we’re doing this morning.”
I found them huddled together behind my snow boots while Dearborn furiously washed Polk’s ears.
(This photo was taken about two days ago and I will never get over how Deebs’ ಠ_ಠ face remains unchanged from the day I brought them home.)
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