If I send your blog an ask or something I am always genuinely freaking out like “What are they going to say? I hope they like me”
and so I’ll generally stalk your blog until I see the reply for the ask like I take these things very seriously. O wow
comalard asked: my cousins used to have a really fat cat that they called waddles, though i always called her waffles. she rarely moved from this one cushion on the couch it looked like someone had put another pillow on top of that pillow. my cat we got because we kind of traded cats with a friend of the family. she had a cat that was obviously an outdoor cat and she lived on a really busy street, and we had feral kitten i (6yrold) had found in the backyard alone and crying. we named it wrascal bc he was spunky
I used to have a cat when I was younger but she was spiteful and mean.
Basically one of those cats that glares at you from accross the room and that’s it. I named her after Lizzie McGuire but since my name is Elizabeth, people thought I named her after myself…
On the plus side, tho… one time she went missing for a good number of months and then passover night when we had to go open the door and check for Elijah and all that, Lizzie rolled into the house all pregnant and stuff like “What up?” and so the moral of the story is that Lizzie was the prophet Elijah reborn.
themageofbreath asked: You wish to be able to bring your family together in order to be one happy family once more. Your colors are royal purple and gold. Your power is polarity assignment, allowing you to determine the "polarity" of friend, foe or objects and shift them, either making them attract objects to them/be attracted and/or attached to certain things or repel objects from them and/or be repelled by certain objects. You can affect multiple objects at once but there is a limit.Your weapons are daggers.
Oooooh… o:
That could be very interesting…
comalard asked: my cat is named after the prophet zephaniah, and while its a cool name, from what i can gather he was one of those prophets that was along the lines of leviticus - sorta dickish. i get the feeling that these two are polar opposites because zeph is 20-something and bonier than a paleontology exhibit, while yours sounds youngish and also a sweety. but he does like to curl up on people's laps
(c): also sit on their butts
Reply: I don’t really know how old Mordecai is. Homecoming night I saw a cat and did what any sane individual would do and I sat on the ground and beckoned him to come cuddle and eventually he came over and I pet him and picked him up and realized he had no claws (and at the time we had this big cat named Marley around and he was really territorial and stuff so Mordecai couldn’t stand up to him) so I took him in and we looked for an owner and stuff and nobody claimed him so he’s my cat now. He was almost named Bindyboo Shindershanks but it didn’t seem right and I tried out names for like a week until we came to Mordecai.
Although I tend to just call him Butt most of the time. He is my favorite butt. u_u His joys are knocking over shampoo bottles, trying to cuddle only when you’re trying to use your computer or use a pen pad, trying to get outside, and food. If he could be a fat cat, he would be the fattest cat in the world.
Which says something because I know these people who have a cat and he’s literally 20 lbs or something. See, he was hit by a car and so he has incredibly stiffness in his back legs and really bad arthritis so he doesn’t do much of anything, he lays around and he eats and stuff and so it got out of hand but he’s on a diet now to get all that in check. He’s a good cat though. Very roly poly.
comalard asked: my cat is an asshole. not only do we wake up to our chests being too smelly, but he'll be sneaky and shit in our shoes, too, and where we put our feet down in the morning. and i know its not because we dont let him out because one time he took a shit in the middle of the room and tHEN RAN THE FUCK OUTSIDE. this is the cat who taught our dogs how to use the damn dogdoor
I now know who you are.
Prepare for death.
Although tell you what, your cat sounds like a total hangnail. Like, Mordecai stopped shitting on my stuff (turns out he doesn’t like clay litter, he only likes that feline pine stuff so we switched litters and it’s fine) and right now he is curled up in a ball next to my face with his widdle kitty eyes buried under hit widdle kitty paws because the computer screen is too bright and he wants to have his nap naps and Mordecai is basically the best cat ever, despite being named after the very fashionable Mordecai Heller.