This is Venus, a 3 year old chimera cat.
Chimera cat is one individual organism, but genetically its own fraternal twin. A chimera is typically formed from four parent cells (either two fertilized eggs, or two early embryos that have fused together). When the organism forms, the cells that had already begun to develop in the separate embryos keep their original phenotypes and appearances. This means that the resulting animal is a mixture of tissues and can look like this gorgeous (but bizarre) kitty.
Kitten and Butterflies - Leningrad Oblast, Russia
The stunning sight of hundreds of bright blue butterflies, known as the Black-veined White (Aporia crataegi), was almost too much for the six-month-old kitten as he bounced over and started trying to catch them.
20-year-old Natalia, a keen photographer, said: ‘Lepa and I were both stunned to see so many butterflies in the same place - he raced over and started to play with them as soon as he saw them…
(via: DailyMail UK)
oh my god i can’t breathe i’m crying
SO MUCH QUALITY OMG
UASHUAHSUAHSUAHUSHUAHSUAHSUAH NOSSA VEI TO RINDO MUITO
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA idk what i’m i laughing so much HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
THIS IS HILARIOUS!
I CAN’T. I REALLY CAN’T
BEST CAT EVER!
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Luna </3 [15/04/99 - 16/10/2006]
This is something I wrote the day after she died:
The prettiest picture of the prettiest thing i’ve ever had.
I cannot believe that I’m never gonna see her again.
I already know that every living creature has to die, but, why?
I already know we have to make place for the generations to come, but, why?
I already know there’s no such thing as immortality, but, why?
All I have left are tears, and she deserves much more than that.
NOTHING and NO ONE will ever scream loud enough to make disappear the silence she left.
NOTHING and NO ONE is ever gonna fill the emptiness left in this home.
Emptinnes and silence.
That’s all we have left.
Many of you would tell me that is just a cat, get another one.
But it’s not like that. It’s not just the fact that I own a cat. It’s the company, the confort they give you, all those feelings you need to be happy, all those memories accumulated in 7 years. It’s definitely not just the fact that I own a cat, a dog, or a bird… It’s what the mean for you, what they really are is the value you give them.
I don’t wanna forget her smell, the touch of her fur, her big blue eyes, the funny way she tilted her head or the way she walked, jumped or sit. I don’t even wanna forget the sound she used to do just before she puked.
But most of all, I don’t wanna live with the last image I had of her… I’ll choose a better one.
the one who used to purr, not the one who suffered
the one who sleept every hour of the day, not the one who had spasms
the one who mewed when you come home, not the one who couldn’t stand still.
I don’t wanna remember that. As soon as I write these words I’m gonna forget all those moments when I kept promessing myself that nothing was gonna happen, that she couldn’t die, that WASN’T GONNA DIE. Not even I believed those words.
So I pack all those tears and give them away.
Now there she is, beautiful as EVER.
And sadly, NEVER AGAIN.