Early morning in the apartment. The birds aren’t up yet. Dawn is negotiating. All is quiet.
But 5 AM is the Hour of the Ninja, and Benjamin T. Cat* is ever vigilant.
First he has to check the studio table, and make sure no ninjas are hiding behind paintbrushes, jars of medium, or tubes of paint. Ninjas can fit in astonishingly small spaces. Knocking them off the table is the best way to make sure.
Groggy unhappy noises come from the bed. Ben leaps up to investigate that his human is not currently under ninja attack. This is best achieved by sitting on the human’s chest.
"…nngggh…get off, you bastard….zzzz…"
Pleased that his human has survived the ninja apocalypse, Ben purrs. But the price of freedom is eternal vigilance! Ninjas could be hiding under the blankets, just waiting! Best to make sure by pacing across the bed a few times.
The bed is safe. Ben leaps down and investigates several boxes under the studio table. They were clean yesterday, and the day before, but the ninjas are probably trying to lure him into a false sense of security. Better root through them, just in case.
"…I kill you dead…"
Boxes secured, there’s a suspicious plastic bag that the human brought home yesterday. Prime ninja breeding ground! Everyone knows ninjas love plastic! Ben leaps to the attack, crinkling the bag loudly. No ninjas will breed here today.
"…for the love of God, Ben, it’s five AM…"
Ben leaps to the nightstand and rubs his cheek against the lampshade. It’s a Tiffany lampshade, so it goes “Clunk…clunk…clunk…” and provides a satisfying surface to leave a nice scent mark so the ninjas know this is HIS territory. Ninjas have no respect for property rights, but still, Ben doesn’t have to sink to their level. He rubs the other cheek. Clunk.
"…Five more minutes, Ben. Please."
Satisfied that the Hour of the Ninja has passed, and he has done his duty, Ben sits back on his haunches and vents his wild miaow, as a warning to the ninjas, wherever they may hide.
And what’s this? His human is getting up to feed him? Glory be! Pleased with recognition of an awesome task well done, Ben weaves around his human’s ankles all the way to the food dish. Life is good.
“I recently went to Comic-Con in London, I was invited without the white male counterpart of my cast. And it was packed. They knew it was just gonna be me. So that shook me. I went back to the green room and I was like… I’ve always been told, and I believed, that this doesn’t work without him.” (x)
↳ The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
“Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.”
Cheer Up Post #1566 - Kittens & Puppies Edition
For the anon who wants a whole post devoted to kittens and puppies, here you go!
***Disclaimer: Most of the images used do not belong to me. If you see one that’s yours, and you would like credit or to have it removed/replaced, please just ask.
Part 2 — #27BiStories: When Did You Come Out? What Was The Response Like?
Hoping to shine a light on the myths about the bisexual community — both in and out of lesbian, gay, transgender, and queer spaces — The Advocate has launched a four-part series written from interviews with 27 self-identified bisexuals, all of whom happen to be in relationships. Earlier this week, we asked our sources to confont the biggest misconceptions they face as bisexual people, and today, we’re turning our attention to the “coming out” stories that so often unite members of the LGBT community.
Do those stories provide the same kind of “we’ve all been there” unity that many in the lesbian, gay, and transgender communities experience when sharing their own coming-outs? Or do bisexual people face ridicule and disbelief from the very people who claim to want to liberate others from the closet? Read on to find out.
This is #27BiStories.
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.
At least I knew to expect homophobia when I was in same-sex relationships, I was not prepared at all for the biphobia I’d experience later. Personally, I’ve found the dismissal, accusations, and vitriol I get from the queer side regarding my sexuality to be far, far more hurtful than the harassment and garbage thrown at me I’d get from straight men on the street when I’d walk hand-in-hand with my girlfriend.
You expect it from bigoted strangers, you don’t see it coming from your supposed “community”