That perfect hair, mouth, face, eyes….
I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.
The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.
If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.
And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.
We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.
This is what I’m talking about whenever I stop abruptly and go “… Do you ever just realize that we have wild animals in our house?!”
JKR has released new Lockhart info AND IT’S ALL I’VE EVER WANTED TBH I’VE BEEN WAITING LIKE 2 YEARS FOR THIS DAY
Albus “I’ll give kids a year of substandard education for a vital class to get someone back for angering two of my friends” Dumbledore.
Dumbledore makes the best decisions.
yo but the fact that dumbledore is a master manipulator was right there in front of us and im so angry it took me like 7 books to figure it out
Dumbledore is a passive aggressive king of manipulation like damn
Marvel Comics Meme: Relationships [7/7]
↳ Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd
We have no idea who’s older but Speed certainly acts like he is.
having siblings is weird bc like one minute u want to strangle them with their own intestines and then later ur singing dramatic duets together
The ABC’s of Pixar!
A strong independent dog who don’t need no man
I have worked at Hallmark for about 20 years total and this is probably the best card I have ever written.