I’ve made her. Her tenative name is Trya (pronounced tree-ya).
Any time she gets a fatal injury (or is otherwise about to die) her entire body splits open and her new body crawls out, with some changed features and an inch or two shorter. This process is always bloody regardless of how she died; even if she just gets poisoned or sick, it’ll be a mess.
She has a vertical scar down the middle of her entire body that gets darker and thicker each time she respawns, too (although I MIGHT scrap that idea)
I’m not totally settled on his design but I love her anyway
Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.
This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.
If we can, we are probably going to keep her.
What a difference a day makes! Took this little guy to the vet, got the fleas and dirt washed off him, got some antibiotics for a slight cold, but he is otherwise fine. Kneading and purring up a storm, eating a lot and being heart-crushingly adorable.
We have named this glorious creature Nux.
A little over a month later and Nux is growing into a very long and floppy shoulder cat!
Oh my god!!!!
i’m so happy for this cat i hope nux knows im proud of him
I wanted to visualize their feelings for each other through their expressions. An authentic love cultured from too many underlying past resemblances.
“…That to build on hearts is a foolish thing, That all things break, love, and beauty, Till Oblivion tosses them into his dosser To give them back to Eternity!“ I’ve often evoked that enchanted moon, The silence and the languidness, And that horrible confidence whispered In the heart’s confessional.”
Confession by Charles Baudelaire (translated by Roy Campbell)
Mégane à trois 