flowercrownsnstuff:

awanderingpig:

claricechiarasorcha:

meggannn:

how can ppl say cats are heartless tbh

I once stayed at a game reserve in South Africa, and they had three cheetahs – two males and one female. The boys stuck together (they were brothers), but female cheetahs are solitary, save for when they are raising cubs. Which is hard work for cheetahs, because they don’t/can’t den, she’s working constantly to protect/move her cubs, as well as feeding both them and herself.

Now, these cheetahs ARE in a private reserve, but they’re still essentially wild. But they are more or less accustomed to the presence of people. And this cheetah, Ketswiri, got very badly injured in her leg one time, which usually would be fatal to a cheetah. The staff at the reserve helped her. Another time, she was starving, and they provided her a fresh antelope carcass. And she remembered this, because the science officer was telling us how one time he was watching Ketswiri and her cubs, and she wandered over and dumped all her cubs at his feet, and walked off. Like “watch my kids, I need some me time.” And he was panicking like COME BACK I CAN’T BABYSIT YOUR KIDS WTF

Half of the comments are about cats giving birth on top of or next to their owners and I’m not crying at all

it’s so funny though because domesticated cats are aggressively social in raising their young so basically op’s cat was like bitch these are your kids too, where tf you think you’re going???

I once knew a mama cat who had her kittens in our shed. She was really feral, very mistrustful, and the only reason I knew the kittens were there was that the kittens were… less feral, let’s say, and basically just wanted to play. So one day my friend and I went out, picked up these adorable kittens, and brought them into the house for some quality play time (we were young and stupid, don’t judge me, this turned out fine). Anyway – this was all well and good until I spotted Mama Cat coming home and thought – oh shit, if she comes back and her babies are missing she’ll panic. So we went out, kittens in hands, and kind of froze when Mama Cat looked right at us. She honest to gods gave us both a flat stare, and then turned around and walked away a few steps, as if to say, “I’m turning around and pretending I didn’t see that, and when I turn back around those kittens had better be where I left them.” We put the kittens down, they went running to their mother, and from that day on I was the official kitten babysitter, because apparently I’d proved myself or something. One of them still lives at my house, his name is Watson.