black cats are wonderful because you can stare into the void and not only does the void stare back, sometimes it trots up to you happily and begs for pats
fun fact my cat & i are both blind so we accidentally run into each other sometimes, but bc im much louder than he is, when we get close to each other he chirps to warn me he’s there
Thank u for sharing this is beautiful solidarity
I had a similar problem! My late cat was black and we had really dark wood floors in the house. At night it was impossible to see him and he loved to lay down in walkways. After getting his tail stepped on a few times, he learned to meow/chirp to warn us that he was there. (He would do it in the daytime too. I dont think he realized that it was only a problem at night.)
As he got older he lost his hearing. Since he couldnt hear himself his meows got….. a bit strange.
Just imagine walking to the kitchen at night and suddenly hearing a very shrill “hhMrrrrrrrrrWAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” from the floor in front of you.
this is why cats domesticated themselves in the first place. finally. some cats doing what they wanted all along. so wholesome
LIKE if you would have a beer with Gozer.
REBLOG if you would hunt rats with him.
IGNORE and your heart will be destroyed.
CHOOSE THE FORM OF THE DESTRUCTOR
Reblogged, obviously.
I’m one of the two brewers at Empirical Brewery, and I love these little bastards!
Sadly, Gozer passed away last year due to feline leukemia. However, the other three – Venkman, Egon and Raymond – are all still around and active!
Venkman is the “leader” of the group, and by far the most curious – he explores and investigates everyone and everything that comes through the brewery. He also has a great sense of when somebody’s taking a picture of him and poses accordingly. He’s not interested in having humans pet him and will run away from you.
Raymond, however, seems to have been feral for all of thirty seconds before Treehouse picked him up: He will meow for attention, and either rub up against your hand to demand pets, or flop down on the ground so you can scratch his belly. He and Venkman are close pals.
Egon is the most skittish of the bunch, and barely likes you to even look at him. He’ll investigate new things, but spends most of his time hiding and sleeping. He has a special hiding spot on top of a pipe, and he somehow has the uncanny ability to sleep with all four paws dangling completely off of it without ever falling of.
This is how they spend most of their day. If you ever find a stray cat hair on one of your six-packs, it’s probably Raymond’s. The guy sheds like mad.
Venkman’s curiosity occasionally gets the better of him. This is what happened when a new pump came into the brewery. He managed to escape handily enough, though.
Like I said, Venkman likes to pose.
Buddies. ❤
Come by Empirical Brewery sometime, and maybe you’ll get to see them!
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