#cat!roman

I think they’re really cute together ngl

frog! 🐸

oof havent done a fully colored drawing of the any of the sides in months,, 

i missed these dumb bois :3

Thomas Sanders is the proud owner of five wonderful kitties

So let’s meet the Kitties:

There’s Roman, a gray calico kitty. He loves his feather toy, baths, and being the center of attention and head scratches

There’s Patton, the big golden fluffball who is more or less a dog. He loves his toy which is a mini version of him, he also loves belly rubs

There’s Logan, a gray cat who enjoys sleeping on bookshelves and fighting with Roman for the top spot on the cat tower. He also enjoys sneaking into the shower.

There’s Dee, a yellow, black, and gray cat who spends most of his time waiting for the day he can finally get Remy the goldfish out of his bowl without getting himself wet. He hasn’t figured it out yet but he’s trying.

Then there’s Virgil. The all black kitty who has a knack for disappearing and will only come out when a laser pointer encourages him to.

And those are the kitties until:

“Uh Thomas. I thought you had five cats?”

“I do?”

“Well there’s a sixth.”

“... One, two, three, four, five... six... Oh my gosh he’s adorable. He looks like Roman with his ear bitten!”

“He also looks dirty.”

“I’ll bathe him.”

“Its a cat. And it could have rabies or something.”

“Just a bath and then to the vet. What could go wrong?”

Turns out this new cat wasn’t a fan of baths. He touched the soapy water and high tailed it out of kitchen sink- knocking Virgil who had come to investigate in- and ran off spreading water and soap wherever he went

This new cat was named Remus. An outdoors cat who somehow found his way to a new home. Not that Thomas minded or well he didn’t when Remus wasn’t knocking things off tables or playing loudly with random things at three in the morning

Thomas Sanders is the proud owner of five six wonderful kitties

Random times with the kitties:

Thomas decided to take em on a walk:

Roman is game

Remus doesn’t like leashes and pulls a lot

Logan is intrigued

Patton is loving it

Dee looks like he rather be elsewhere

Virgil had enjoyed until a car had gone by and he had permanently attached himself to Thomas pant leg

Joan 900% calls Thomas a crazy cat lady

They also give all the cats catnip

Virgil and Patton switch off sleeping on Thomas’ chest

All cats were rescue- well besides Remus he just kind of appeared

Remus goes out and brings back birds and things

Remus also sneaks out

Dee breaks things and Remus gets blamed

Roman is an avid fan of sunbathing

Virgil is the opposite

Logan finds the laptop to be very comfortable

Thomas takes many videos of his babies and posts them

It’s okay if Virgil vanishes for days at a time cuz his food is still eaten so he’s okay

Each cat is semi picky about food

There is nothing better to Thomas than coming home from a bad day and six cats emerge to surround and love him

Virgil and Patton are witch brothers living out in the woods. The time has come for Patton’s familiar to arrive, but it seems the universe enjoys irony.

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There was a scratching at the door; not a knocking, but a scratching. Odd. Virgil glanced beneath the table, where the wolf seated there seemed to have perked up as well. 

“Just a second, Patton.” Virgil set the broom he had been modifying down on the table, going over to see what their strange visitor might be. The brotherly witches received all kinds of company, a side effect of being the only healers in the forest. These beings often ranged throughout the races, from fae to mortals, from humanoid to other, and even from canine to-

“Meow!” 

“Oh heck no.” 

Virgil frowned, looming over the cat sat on his doorstep as if he could possibly scare it off. The white puffball stayed put, its tail flicking lazily and smiling up at Virgil as much as a cat could smile.

Virgil knew why it was here, of course. At a certain point, every witch gained their own familiar. Virgil’s own wolf was now faithfully at his side, giving the kitten a low warning growl.

“Easy, Logan.” Virgil eased the wolf, putting his hand out, but he felt like giving a growl of his own.

Virgil knew, logically, that his little brother had just became of age yesterday and had been eagerly waiting for his animal to appear. They had both been waiting for some obvious sign like this. But a cat? Surely the universe would not be so cruel.

“Virgil, what’s-” Patton gasped, his statement cut off as he peered over Virgil’s shoulder. His eyes became wide as saucers, a grin threatening to split his face in half. “Oh~!”

“It’s probably just a stray.” Virgil feebly tried to argue. “Just a normal cat that got lost.”

The cat seemed to raise an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Spotting Patton, the feline sauntered forwards, purring as he wrapped around Patton’s leg. 

“Oh, what a pretty kitty you are!” Patton squealed, scooping the cat up into his arms. The pair seemed to be radiating energy, clearly bonding as Patton nestled his nose against the soft white fur.

“Patton, you’re allergic.” An exasperated Virgil reminded him, watching Patton already give a quick achoo!

“I just had to sneeze. Not allergies.” Patton argued, wiping the sleeve of his robe onto his nose. “Roman wouldn’t do anything to hurt me like that, would you my little prince?”

sorry this is so late, finally got around to doing this

I wasn’t sure if you meant Roman as in your cat or Roman as in Roman Sanders, but I went with your cat so here’s them doing a blep.

(also don’t feel bad for sending me requests! You aren’t ever bothering. Requests are always open and they’re fun to do so feel free to request away :>>)

Bonus Colored Cat!Roman:

He was promptly grounded

Uh oh :(

(Extra Bonus of Cat Roman with a different Palette under the cut :00)

(Yes hi I absolutely love requests/prompts for my Witchy Bois family. Also this one went and did a lil’ bit different than flat out heckling because it amused me.)

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The bond between a witch and their familiar was special, in every sense of the definition. A better, greater, or otherwise different bond. A thing designed for a particular purpose. A familiar assisted their witch in all manner of tasks, and possessed sentience far beyond that of a common animal. It had also been said that as this magical bond developed a familiar and their charge could communicate, but then again perhaps witches just enjoyed meowing and howling and cawing to their heart’s content. It was hard to tell when bystanders were unable to understand either end of the conversation.

Despite knowing this, it came as quite a shock to Virgil one day when Logan’s growlings began to take form in actual words.

“We have a problem.” 

Virgil coughed, nearly choking on his morning tea. He looked back down at the wolf, so patiently sitting at Virgil’s bedside. 

“...did you say something?” Virgil asked, wondering if he was just imagining things. It wouldn’t be the first time he put too much saffron in his tea and ended up projecting magic illuminations all over the place.

“Yes, I stated that we have a problem.” Logan repeated himself, and this time Virgil was transfixed watching the way Logan’s lips moved in time with the words echoing in his head.

“Uh...okay.” Virgil slowly nodded, trying to act normal since that’s what Logan was doing. After all, Logan always seemed to know best, even before he could tell Virgil he was being an idiot. He had instead expressed it in other ways, like pulling him by the back of the coat or growling when Virgil reached for the wrong potion ingredients. “So what’s the problem?”

“The cat.” Logan glared, across the room where Roman sat idly grooming himself in Patton’s chair. “He’s mocking me.”

“Who, Roman?” Virgil looked over at the kitten. At his name, the cat looked up, giving Virgil a curious meow. Virgil wasn’t the cat’s biggest fan either, but at the moment he was just… sitting there. Annoyingly getting cat hairs all over Patton’s favorite chair, but why would that bother Logan?

“...wait a second.” Virgil said in realization, glancing again between the cat sat on the chair and Logan sat on the floor. Virgil’s face slid into a sly smirk. “Are you jealous?”

“It’s not jealousy.” Logan scoffed, his nose turned up. “It’s a blatant disregard for house rules!”