a black cat with bright blue eyes is sitting in front of a human, towering over them

Sad human

I know I am not sad

life is everchanging

cats cannot be sad

You can't put me in this position of sad human...

I can't be sad human permanently or a happy cat permanently

Cause you are not good person, that is why you got no friends ....

if you wanna belong with them

then you are either a fool

Or I don't know

And neither do i care

I am your worst fear

your biggest enemy

And worst of all you and whole human race would never be able to stop me

At least not as you are now...and if it was different you would never have a need of stopping my life

And I would never have need for your destruction ...

We would coexcist just fine

But at the end, its choice of our race...

I must be

No other explanation

all of you together can do that

And in the end...

I will be the form that will stand above you

While all that is left of you would be soil

What I would like Is not what you would even understand

what I like is not for individualty ....

individuality is what I like

And individualy I am not human....

I do not put terms on life

Its what I debate against at this point

If you feel like you belong somwhere more then other...then nothing comes through your thick skull

Bash it on a concrete and end your further suffering

Cause its all you will get out of life

by keeping yourself separated

the black cat turns tail and starts to leave, vanishing into the night, shadows around its paws like thin whisps of smoke, and leaving behind nothing but a memory of a warning. The human also turns around, having understood nothing of what the little critter tried to tell him, his ears having caught nothing but mewling and hissing

(With special thanks to Apex)

...Please... please just call me cat? okay? okay. Hai hai, I'm cat, and you can call me cat. I just arrived from far away, and with the warm welcome i received, I think I'll stay here at least for a while. I tend to talk a lot, keeping chat alive. Also I baked this here cake to share with y'all! It's an apple cake in the shape of a bear.

:3

As some may have noticed, I have been gone for about 4 months, without notice. Why is this, cat? Are you okay, cat? Why did you leave us, cat?

Don't worry, i'm fine, i'm fine. or am I....? o.o.....

When I arrived, there were still a lot of lingering ties to a past life sticking around in my heart, steadily making me miserable. So to not rub that off on people, or do and say stuff I would regret, I took a bit of distance, and some alone time for a while.

Now I'm back though, in the natural habitat of a cat, teh internets! and our little corner of the internet may be small, but it is beautiful in its own right.

you all, it's good to be back~

also, thanks to all of you - "Never again to be lonely never again to be without a home"

I hereby profusely and publicly apologize to @cyberdyne for mentioning an actual activity going on in the Indian community, which he is not related with. I swear i will probably do it again sometimes :3333333

there you go cyber, you can be rest assured now

irl savestates with multiple slots. save, do a thing. didn't work out? quickload that save slot. maintain one save at the very beginning of getting the power to be always able to revert to before things went completely to shit.

This is the story of a boy and his cat, or is it a cat and their boy? None can tell, but what one can tell, is that they were very happy together. The boy lived in a small, red house in the countryside, with a lovely yet broken family. Father missed an ear, and mother's tummy was cracked beyond repair. Still, this did not bother the boy, and the cat and him happily lived their summers in the cornfields, and the winters by the fire. All was well, until one day, it wasn't. But i don't feel like talking about that right now, not yet anyway.

On a different day though, the cat decided to go for a walk. They found the door closed, so they mewled up to the spirits on high to get it to open. The spirits responded by sending over the boy, to open the door. Looking outside, the cat took two steps outside, then paused. too cold outside. The cat turned around, and the boy closed the door behind it. "But the house is too warm", thought the cat, and turned again. It the put both paws up against the door, and let out a pitiful mewl. "The more pitiful the meow, the more quickiful the servant", the cat knew. Sure enough, the door re-opened, and the cat tumbled outside.

The door closed behind them, and the cat lifted its head, looking around curiously. "Still too cold." the cat decided, turning around again. One meow. Two meows. Three meows. The door remained shut. The cat let out a tiny sigh, and started to make its way to the other side of the house. There was a window near the roses, the cat knew. It came to a full stop below the window, and wiggled its rear in anticipation for the great leap. Jump, whoosh, flying cat, perfect landing. Through the window, there was the boy, at his glowing internet box. The cat had to get its attention somehow, so it reared up and spread itself out in front of the window, a fluffy tummy now obstructing the outside view. The boy looked up from the sudden shadow, looking up from his game. He reached over and opened the window, and the cat stepped back inside, its tail brushing into the boy's face. "You have been slain!" rung out from the computer, when a tomahawk missile slammed home on the poor boy's player character. With a defeated look on his face, the boy returned to his seat, and clicked the "next match" button while the cat triumphantly left the room.

Moral of the story: obey your cat, or they will kill you.

One night a cat and a tree were talking. "Oh cat", the tree asked "You are so small and furry, yet people do not hound you with axes. You have the most beautiful colours, yet people do not kill you for supplies. What is your secret?" The cat looked up at the tall leaf bearer, and thought for a moment. Then it thought for another moment, and it thought long and hard. Then, it responded, "They try to touch me, and =i hiss and turn tail. When they want to feed me, I sniff with suspicion. When they try to hit me with a shoe, I cannot be hit. But when they ignore me, I do approach. When they weep, I hop in their lap and purr. On my terms, i become their building block when times are tough."

The tree stood still, waving in the wind, thinking about what the cat had said. "But cat, i am not fast like you!" The tree replied. "They cut me with tools, and when i jump, my roots hold me. When they touch me, i grow thorns, but they touch around them. When they struggle, my branches cannot reach to be their roof. How can i become like you?" The tree pleaded to the cat. And as the moon shone through its branches, it fell upon a single seed one of its branches. "You think that you have no choice but to stand here, but you do!" the cat replied encouragingly, looking towards the seed.

"Death is but the beginning of new life, and life continues beyond your current self. When they cut you, spill your sap, and ruin the wood they would take. When they touch your branches, soak them with toxins from deep within your bark. When you want to protect those you care for, spread your seeds, and become a forest of compassion for them to house in!" The cat climbed up into the tree, and gave the little seed a swat, sending it down to the earth. It then jumped, holding onto the seed, and floating safely back to the earth below. "This seed is you, as is every leaf you own, and every droplet of sap within your arboreous body. Live your life to its fullest, and you will see that within life and death, your choices are yours."

The tree nodded slowly, as trees do, and all throughout the night, it stood thinking about what the cat had said. When the lumberjacks came back and swung their axes, they still sunk into the bark, but found the wood within rotten and brittle. When the neighbourhood kids came to touch the tree and climb its branches, they found their hands and feed covered in rashes soon after. And after several seasons, and many spreadings of seeds, A forest had spread around the tree. A forest so dark it protected the ground below from harsh sunlight, with moss on the ground still suitable to sleep on. Word spread of this wonderous forest, and soon a tribe of tree worshippers chose to populate the woods.

And in the middle of this forest, an old stump sat. A cat, old and gray, was occasionally seen wandering around this part of the forest, seemingly greeting the stump as an old friend. And when it did, the tree seemed to nod, though old and stiff it was, and smiled in quiet response to the furry visitor.

this is a middle finger to the shaken baby syndrome.

there's this saying, "love is like a bird, you need to let it go, and if it returns to you, it's yours to keep". that kinda applies here, right? o.o....

this is a middle finger to the shaken baby syndrome.

irl savestates with multiple slots. save, do a thing. didn't work out? quickload that save slot. maintain one save at the very beginning of getting the power to be always able to revert to before things went completely to shit.

Darting throughout the brush, a little kitten played, while above a bird sings and darts through the sky. The kitten wiggles its tiny tail and leaped up, trying to catch the bird, but in vain, the bird is too swift and too high for the kitten. Over and over they danced with each other from morning to noon, only taking breaks for catnaps. During one of such, the bird fluttered down and landed on the kitten's tummy. The kitten looked up from its nap, its big eyes full of confusion. "Do you not fear me, little bird?" the kitten asked. The bird chirped in response, "I do not, because your fur is soft, and your heart is pure."

The kitten licked its paw and rubbed it over its tiny white head, and said, "I am a dangerous cat. I could eat you, and wear your feathers on my snoot."

The bird laughed, its voice singing through the afternoon. "Your tummy is full of milk, and your claws are unstained with blood. You are still young and your innocence radiates from your fur."

The kitten reached out putting both paws on the bird's wings, "If that's so, then why do you fly up when i jump, and swoop down and laugh when i fall? You know i could eat you!"

The bird opened its beak again, and sang, "But you will not, because what you want is not the meat on my bones, but the voice in my throat, and the friendship in my heart. Everyone finds friends, even in unlikely places." Hearing this, the kitten let the bird go, and it flitted back up, the nap now over. They continued their dance until the evening, when the kitten returned to its mother.

Proudly, the kitten told about its new friend to its mother, who patted its head and gave its nose a smooch. "Now eat your meal, sweety." she said, and ushered him to the dinnertable. There, presented and still living, was the bird from earlier. "Oh mama, i cannot eat this bird!" the kitten exclaimed, "it is my friend!". The bird then responded in turned, its soft song filling the house. "Earlier, when you didn't need food, i was your friend. And now, when your mother has no more milk to give, i will extend that friendship onwards, and become your food. I will be forever in your heart, as in your stomach, so as i did not fear you in the fields, neither should you fear me in your house."

The kitten cried but still ate the bird, making sure to lick up every droplet of its sweet blood, and when it finished, it looked around at the feathers, which were quickly grabbed and carried into the wind. The kitten looked at them with the same curious eyes, and exclaimed, "Oh mama, I understand now! My friends was there so my mind could be strong, and they are there even more so my body could be strong!" It playfully danced and darted with the feathers, which soon vanished through the window into the red evening sky.

And in future, even when the bird was not there in the present, the kitten still felt the bird in its little heart, strengthening its soul for moons to come.

One night a cat and a tree were talking. "Oh cat", the tree asked "You are so small and furry, yet people do not hound you with axes. You have the most beautiful colours, yet people do not kill you for supplies. What is your secret?" The cat looked up at the tall leaf bearer, and thought for a moment. Then it thought for another moment, and it thought long and hard. Then, it responded, "They try to touch me, and =i hiss and turn tail. When they want to feed me, I sniff with suspicion. When they try to hit me with a shoe, I cannot be hit. But when they ignore me, I do approach. When they weep, I hop in their lap and purr. On my terms, i become their building block when times are tough."

The tree stood still, waving in the wind, thinking about what the cat had said. "But cat, i am not fast like you!" The tree replied. "They cut me with tools, and when i jump, my roots hold me. When they touch me, i grow thorns, but they touch around them. When they struggle, my branches cannot reach to be their roof. How can i become like you?" The tree pleaded to the cat. And as the moon shone through its branches, it fell upon a single seed one of its branches. "You think that you have no choice but to stand here, but you do!" the cat replied encouragingly, looking towards the seed.

"Death is but the beginning of new life, and life continues beyond your current self. When they cut you, spill your sap, and ruin the wood they would take. When they touch your branches, soak them with toxins from deep within your bark. When you want to protect those you care for, spread your seeds, and become a forest of compassion for them to house in!" The cat climbed up into the tree, and gave the little seed a swat, sending it down to the earth. It then jumped, holding onto the seed, and floating safely back to the earth below. "This seed is you, as is every leaf you own, and every droplet of sap within your arboreous body. Live your life to its fullest, and you will see that within life and death, your choices are yours."

The tree nodded slowly, as trees do, and all throughout the night, it stood thinking about what the cat had said. When the lumberjacks came back and swung their axes, they still sunk into the bark, but found the wood within rotten and brittle. When the neighbourhood kids came to touch the tree and climb its branches, they found their hands and feed covered in rashes soon after. And after several seasons, and many spreadings of seeds, A forest had spread around the tree. A forest so dark it protected the ground below from harsh sunlight, with moss on the ground still suitable to sleep on. Word spread of this wonderous forest, and soon a tribe of tree worshippers chose to populate the woods.

And in the middle of this forest, an old stump sat. A cat, old and gray, was occasionally seen wandering around this part of the forest, seemingly greeting the stump as an old friend. And when it did, the tree seemed to nod, though old and stiff it was, and smiled in quiet response to the furry visitor.

This is the story of a boy and his cat, or is it a cat and their boy? None can tell, but what one can tell, is that they were very happy together. The boy lived in a small, red house in the countryside, with a lovely yet broken family. Father missed an ear, and mother's tummy was cracked beyond repair. Still, this did not bother the boy, and the cat and him happily lived their summers in the cornfields, and the winters by the fire. All was well, until one day, it wasn't. But i don't feel like talking about that right now, not yet anyway.

On a different day though, the cat decided to go for a walk. They found the door closed, so they mewled up to the spirits on high to get it to open. The spirits responded by sending over the boy, to open the door. Looking outside, the cat took two steps outside, then paused. too cold outside. The cat turned around, and the boy closed the door behind it. "But the house is too warm", thought the cat, and turned again. It the put both paws up against the door, and let out a pitiful mewl. "The more pitiful the meow, the more quickiful the servant", the cat knew. Sure enough, the door re-opened, and the cat tumbled outside.

The door closed behind them, and the cat lifted its head, looking around curiously. "Still too cold." the cat decided, turning around again. One meow. Two meows. Three meows. The door remained shut. The cat let out a tiny sigh, and started to make its way to the other side of the house. There was a window near the roses, the cat knew. It came to a full stop below the window, and wiggled its rear in anticipation for the great leap. Jump, whoosh, flying cat, perfect landing. Through the window, there was the boy, at his glowing internet box. The cat had to get its attention somehow, so it reared up and spread itself out in front of the window, a fluffy tummy now obstructing the outside view. The boy looked up from the sudden shadow, looking up from his game. He reached over and opened the window, and the cat stepped back inside, its tail brushing into the boy's face. "You have been slain!" rung out from the computer, when a tomahawk missile slammed home on the poor boy's player character. With a defeated look on his face, the boy returned to his seat, and clicked the "next match" button while the cat triumphantly left the room.

Moral of the story: obey your cat, or they will kill you.

a black cat with bright blue eyes is sitting in front of a human, towering over them

Sad human

I know I am not sad

life is everchanging

cats cannot be sad

You can't put me in this position of sad human...

I can't be sad human permanently or a happy cat permanently

Cause you are not good person, that is why you got no friends ....

if you wanna belong with them

then you are either a fool

Or I don't know

And neither do i care

I am your worst fear

your biggest enemy

And worst of all you and whole human race would never be able to stop me

At least not as you are now...and if it was different you would never have a need of stopping my life

And I would never have need for your destruction ...

We would coexcist just fine

But at the end, its choice of our race...

I must be

No other explanation

all of you together can do that

And in the end...

I will be the form that will stand above you

While all that is left of you would be soil

What I would like Is not what you would even understand

what I like is not for individualty ....

individuality is what I like

And individualy I am not human....

I do not put terms on life

Its what I debate against at this point

If you feel like you belong somwhere more then other...then nothing comes through your thick skull

Bash it on a concrete and end your further suffering

Cause its all you will get out of life

by keeping yourself separated

the black cat turns tail and starts to leave, vanishing into the night, shadows around its paws like thin whisps of smoke, and leaving behind nothing but a memory of a warning. The human also turns around, having understood nothing of what the little critter tried to tell him, his ears having caught nothing but mewling and hissing

(With special thanks to Apex)

:3 perfect, welcome to the madhouse, enjoy your stay~

I hereby profusely and publicly apologize to @cyberdyne for mentioning an actual activity going on in the Indian community, which he is not related with. I swear i will probably do it again sometimes :3333333

there you go cyber, you can be rest assured now

The grand book of Cat

They who are great, They who are the reality within the real, They who weave the wool of life and stretch the strands of death. The great uncaring, and the tiny fluffiness. They who see but do not watch, and They who listen but don't hear. They who are bonded with the 9 layers of mind and breathe the 9 lives of reality. Enter, young disciple, into the great unknown, into the abyss of the grand feline mind. A place where everything that isn't, is, or may not be, and where the deeper you sink, the more you understand.

First layer, Joy

Cats are happy. a wagging tail means a happy tail. When one touches the cat, the joy they radiate will fill ones being more strongly than anything fabricated by man. And joy can be expressed in other ways too. A mewling cat mewls its happy smiles into the ether, filling the hearts of those it touches with joy, multiplying the feeling. Puns are a vital part of cat's expression. Without puns, language slowly withers and dies, its joy sapped into an empty husk. Luckily, these husks of the speak can be refueled by cats boundless energy, with purrs and puns. Joy can be easily spread into a widespread chain reaction, blending with other emotions, touching others with its boundless glee. As joy fills the mind and body, it will eventually give way towards the madness, as the fabric of reality thrills with excitement, giving way to the insanity within.

Second layer, Madness

Cats are unpredictable, mercurial critters, with a mind of their own, and after enough time, your mind will belong to them as well. Welcome to the realm of madness, where sense starts to lose meaning, and paradoxes are plentiful. laughts mix with cries as everything becomes relevant to every situation with the right mindset. When up and down meet, the cat gets out of the bag, and is begging to be chased. Let go of your mind, those who enter here, and thread with care. if you run you will stumble, and the madness will laugh. A laughing madness opens its threads to you, opening your forth eye to the different perspectives. The process is slow, and some will never unhinge their mind enough into the madness to reach the vision of the third layer, the sight of many perspectives.

Third layer, Perspective

As madness engulfs the feelings of cat, they flow over into many things, linking them together with an intimate bond. With the crazy now part of them, they will start to see things the way other things see other things. this feedback loop is the allsight. Jokes start to blend, as you can see both sides of the coin. Arguments wither, as both sides are now clear. so far goes the mind, that multiple perspectives smoothly blend and dissipate again, truth and falsehood twirling in a graceful dance. Reality shifts again, to show both what is, what was, and what could be, And as all matter blends together within the mind, nothing starts to matter. And when the final eye of perspective opens, all it will see is the void, which silently beckons. Heed its call, as the forth layer awaits the daring.

Forth layer, Outer Void

As the void of nothingness fills the mind, the madness stirs, comfortably at home. The realizations come soon after, that nothing material matters, as your final grips on the primal real give in. Cats playfully dance in and out of this voidness, the knowledge diluting and expanding with every dip into the great outer void. They will help you see that which is not, as that which is not, contains all things possible. Most common minds will struggle inside this layer, and fear often overtakes those, chasing them back into the higher layers of the mind. But those that embrace the fear, start to see the void for what it is, unlimited potential. The mind seethes with ideas, and images take shape within your very reality. Welcome to the Illusionary

Fifth layer, Illusionary

The illusionary is that which makes way within the void, as its emptiness is embraced. The very existence of this layer is often thought to be a myth, as most don't even get a glimpse of it within their lifetimes. But such are the deeper layers of the mind, and the stronger bonds of life are often those that cannot be directly observed. The Illusionary creates reality out of memories, and memories out of nothing. This can create a reflection of the lower layers, which fold in upon themselves, and these mirrored memories bring all lower layers into reality. Cats quite like spending time here, as every demand is fulfilled through the illusions shimmering around them. It may be tempting to root oneself into this place, but know that the Illusionary isn't reality, it's a mere reflection of it. Deeper yet one must go, to become a true weaver of reality. The next layer may only be weaved by unfolding the self, melding it together with the Illusionary. Fear and anticipation both can hamper this process, however, and failure to do this properly may result in the mind getting lost into the outer void, and irreversable madness would fill the resulting husk. Cats, knowing no fear and only disdain, may rather easily ascend into the next layer, however, and enter the dream state known as Inner Void.

Sixth layer, Inner Void

With the Illusionary far behind, and the self forgotten into its own memories, the Inner Void becomes apparent. This is often referred to as the darkness that lives within us all, but this has little to do with evil. Like the outer void, the inner void is merely a canvas, though it is exceedingly hard to weave the strands of the inner void into meaningful nonsense. As the void has a mind of its own, it tends to play with those minds focused within its domain. A resolute mind however, can touch these strands, weaving dreams into the outer void, and entering the seventh layer, Reality.

Seventh layer, Reality

With the inner void now bending and curling towards the will of cat, dreams become more real than they were before. Extremely hard to affect, only seasoned drifters of the layers can actually affect the layer that is Reality. While seemingly similar to the fifth layer, the seventh layer affects the person much, much stronger, and where Illusionary can scarcely touch emotions, the Reality layer comes from within, making weaving strong emotions a perfect possibility. The seven senses of touch, smell, fluff, sight, taste, hearing, and cuteness have a direct link to this layer, but few people can actively affect the layer themselves. Intense training is required to breach through the inner void into Reality, but once there, the limit is far beyond the sky. Seasoned scholars of the nine layers agree that reaching this layer can be considered as an end point, yet there are still two layers where the mind and self can wander. If one rejects death and life itself, one can weave this feeling of the infinite void into a portal. Entering this new gateway will bring one into the Outer Cold

Eighth layer, Outer Cold.

Being cut loose from all worthly and otherworldly tethers, only a handful of people have ever threaded this far willingly. This is the outer cold, where even the void fears to thread. The fabric of the Outer Cold is rough and unyielding, and not even cats can work their magic onto this layer. Greeting all travelers into this layer is the harbinger of the outer cold, He who stands watch, She who observes, They who gather. This is the final resting place of all lost minds who did not manage to ascend into the timeless layers of Illusionary or Reality. They who are Allseeing stands a lonesome vigil onto this layer, occasionally weaving into the prime with their winged kittens. They are who create, destroy, care and ignore, both alive and death and all states in between. Once one succesfully passes through the layer of the Outer Cold, which only the worthy can do without their self breaking apart forever and scattering into the Eight, one may find themselves ascended into the final layer.

Ninth layer, Seat of All

The seat of all weaves over all other layers at the same time, and the great Cat will greet you with a smile and three pats on the head. Having traveled far, your mind will have reached the ultimate understanding of reality, and legends state that you will be allowed to help Them in their goal of making the entirety of the Prime suitable for all living and dead things, where conflicts cease yet rage, as is the nature of madness and perspectives. Where things, scary and cute, emerge and vanish as is the nature of the woven Illusionary of the Outer Void. Where emotions link people and things together, binding them into something greater than the sums of their parts as is the nature of the reality and the inner void. Where the dead rest peacefully, and return back to embrace life anew through the endless cycle of the outer cold. And all will be joyful, as the first layer must never be forgotten, and will never be ignored, as without joy, nothing truly would be.

As some may have noticed, I have been gone for about 4 months, without notice. Why is this, cat? Are you okay, cat? Why did you leave us, cat?

Don't worry, i'm fine, i'm fine. or am I....? o.o.....

When I arrived, there were still a lot of lingering ties to a past life sticking around in my heart, steadily making me miserable. So to not rub that off on people, or do and say stuff I would regret, I took a bit of distance, and some alone time for a while.

Now I'm back though, in the natural habitat of a cat, teh internets! and our little corner of the internet may be small, but it is beautiful in its own right.

you all, it's good to be back~