#whalesfromspace

Somewhere between the drifting stars and abandoned seaside towns, little black cat, called Noir found his kingdom: a crumbling rooftop, a lukewarm cup of coffee someone left behind, and an endless view of fools chasing imaginary fortunes.

Noir is not bitter. He’s just realistic. He knows that dreams float, but debts sink. That hope is a fine thing — until it asks for rent.

When asked what he believes in, he says: “Concrete. Fish. Naps. The rest is optional.”

Meet Miso. A cat of refined taste, delicate digestion, and absolutely zero tolerance for mediocrity.

He asked for toro. He received… this. A questionable nigiri. Rice too cold. Fish too thin. No ginger. No soul.

But Wasabi does not scream. He does not swipe. He simply stares. The kind of stare that makes chefs retire early.

This is my cat Zuul, she's ridiculous

I'm also quite a big fan of this bird!!! I have a whole folder of bird photos lol

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Zuul is a god. more pics would be appreciated. her eyes are beyond gorgeous. 10/10 nice animal