Oh, To Be A Stray Cat.

Oh, to be a stray cat.

Padding through the alleyway and across the sidewalk, eating little creatures and scraps of food the humans offer me as they crouch down with a hand extended.

Making my way to the nearby forest to feel the dirt beneath my paws and lap at fresh water, while the humans in their strange pelt dens point at me with their flat shaped boxes.

All to find a human, sitting on a bench, out in the cold. It has no fur, but it dawns a thicker pelt wrap this time of year. My fur is thick, but the cold air still cuts through to my skin... and the human opens its pelt, beckoning me in with a piece of food.

It's warm here.

Soon, the human smuggles me into a big moving box, and takes me to its den.

Soon, there's a flat thing on the ground with food on it, all for me.

It's warm here too. I think I might stay for a while.

Fixed up a crow mask (I know it's a raven beak, they didn't have a crow beak)

Might change up the design later when I get blue paint for the eyes, but for now, purple glitter eyes

P.S: I am immune to hot glue

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Fencefox

Attention all meat-eating alterhumans (Especially therians!)

Could you please write in the comments what prey animals you have the urge to hunt?

This survey will help a lot with something I'm doing irl, but I don't know enough alterhumans personally to get a good enough range of data.

Please write everything you can think of, and reblog so this post reaches more people!

My content is 90% being gay or trans, and somehow people are interested enough to follow me

I've just got a small group of lil sillies

reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay