an emotional cat on the internet

so I’ve been sitting here wearing half a Jane cosplay for like three hours instead of sleeping because i really love this new wig

wish I had a webcam so I could show you how kawaii i am

does anyone actually know how to knit tho foreal i think that the people who say they can knit are really wizards and they just wave the knitting needles and a garment appears before them they don’t actually knit

I’ve been listening to Crev’s drawing playlist all night

I’ve reached strange Gwen Stefani songs that I did not know existed

I think it’s time for bed

oh no I should go to bed but I started reading stuff about cheetahs and now I’m cry because CHEETAHS ARE SERIOUSLY THE SADDEST CATS I CAN’T EVEN DEAL

HAVE SOME REASONS WHILE I WALLOW IN MY SORROW

like because of genetic bottleneck they have horrendous fertility and disease resistance and almost no variety genes wise so all cheetahs are ridiculously inbreed and wow they are really fast but that speed comes at the price of them overheating really easily and basically they fry their brains if they run for too long and like they have the weakest jaw strength of any feline based on size so they can’t even kill their prey easily and when they do catch stuff they get it stolen by almost literally everything from lions to fucking jackles and they can’t really do anything because those fuckers could seriously injure them and they are ridiculously fragile like you could punch a cheetah and it would be totally fucked because they can’t run on any kind of serious injury and they used to have a huge variety of coat morphs but WE SHOT THEM ALL we could have had woolly cheetahs and red cheetahs and maltese cheetahs all sorts of others BUT NO because people had to have them as trophies and people still hunt them???? for sport???? like how is that even sporting you have seriously just shot the most unfortunate goddamn animal congratu-fucking-lations do you want a gold star it says WORLD’S BIGGEST DOUCHECANOE on it please kindly choke on it

ok i’m going to sleep now i can’t handle anymore cheetah sads

I hate that my ability to draw good things relies on such obnoxiously specific circumstances lining up it’s like my inspiration can only be summoned when all the planets align and I jump on one leg while holding a cat to my ear and sing a miley cyrus song as loud as possible

debates going to bed versus reading fic

wow suddenly I feel gross bed it is

gud nite tumbur

draws pokemon ocs instead of sleeping

am adult cat

oh no it’s that time of the night when I don’t know what to do anymore