I would choose a tuxedo cat but it's not there so I'm picking the mysterious black cat :meow-bounce:
Where's the indoor cat?
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It's all of them. :miyazaki-laugh:
Used to prefer other cats until I met a maine removed at work.
Giant and fluffy. There's no other choice.
I prefer the Norwegian forest cat - equally fluffy, also a huge boi, same cool-ass lynx ears and puffy collar, but they get around the wordfilter.
they get around the wordfilter.
Many people overlook this when choosing a pet.
yes and he also looked a lot like the colorized version of Lenin's cat
Bengal is just not fair. They're twice the size and power of all the other cats.
I've always wanted a Sphinx but i've heard there's issues with their skin? Otherwise it's the Bengal or Red Spotted for me.
I prefer the common housecat
Anyone who wants a "purebred" cat is a fucking nazi
This is DSH erasure, understanding cats by coat over breed is much cooler anyway. I pick tuxedo because both my cats are tuxedos, but also Maine removed because they're so huge and I want huge kitty :cat-vibing:
I own a Maine (rac)removed. He is a Large Boy named Dill. (Not pickles, the character from ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, his siblings have various names from the play.)
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I don’t care if that’s ‘proper name’… still not typing it.
Me too! (He has weighed around 19.5lbs for years, so he is BIG. I had to get a dog crate for him. None of the regular cat ones are large/sturdy enough.) He’s a talker, too. Especially when he wakes up. He stands there and… lack of a better word… talks about his dream. His vocalizing is very different on every occasion. It’s never the same length or just a single ‘meow’. It’s rhythms, pitch, and cadence has a human language feel. It’s eerie at times because it sounds like a an urgent message, but I don’t understand. Or, sometimes it’s just in passing on his way for a drink or a couple bites to eat. I’m never prepared to film and I always have an audiobook or podcast on that would drown out the nuances. I dunno, maybe I have a new hobby; domestic wildlife photographer, camouflaged by bellows of bong smoke or pretending I’m a desk chair, or to be honest just have my phone in hand amid silence. He’s a good cat. Plus… you know… Gotta video something…