Apollo 13: Houston, We’ve Got a Problem
my favorite thing is latin words for animals that just describe exactly what the animal is
don’t forget
Okay, my need for Garak & cat has suddenly gone from zero to redline, like–
claws? but scales tho?
and so we get, like, kitten climbing Garak’s calf with tiny piton claws and Garak just kind of idly reaching down and scratching its head, “stop that, you’re tickling.”
and cat curled up on Julian (because of course Julian) because he’s warm and Garak doing much the same and Julian just being like fml
and Garak and cat making slow blinks at each other because affection and cat and Cardassian
and also, also cat sharpening its claws on Garak’s scales, like, on his elbow, and Julian looking over in bemusement.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It’s a trifle ticklish.”
“God. Ooh, that looks like it’s got to hurt just a little…?”
“I assure you it doesn’t.”
Rrrr, the cat corroborates.
“If she did that to me I’d jump a meter.”
“I honestly do not understand how cats and Humans have managed to peaceably co-exist. There must have been some mistake… yes, my dear, you agree,” and the cat rubs her head against his finger and redoubles her pleasant skritching. “Clearly the Progenitors made an error… you were supposed to be Cardassian, weren’t you… mmm, well, we shall pretend…”
“She’s not a reptile, Garak.”
“Oh, she very nearly is… look at you, yes, you are a heartless little killing machine, aren’t you…”
Brrrrrrrrt, says the cat.
(help)
❤❤❤
you can tell the most absurd lies to a cat pretty much whenever you want and there are literally no consequences
Okay, I don’t, why–
***
“And are we comfortable now?”
Mrow, said the cat.
“And are we going to try to claw my pants again?”
Mrow.
“Do you know, I think we’re developing quite the rapport.”
Rrow.
“Julian will be pleased, won’t he.”
Brrt, and the cat rubbed its chin against his hand.
“Do you know, I am the king of Cardassia?”
Mrrt.
“Mmm. And do you know, in secret, I meet with the heads of both the Federation and the Romulan Empire?”
Mrrrrt.
“No, it’s true. Last week, in fact. In my shop.”
A disapproving glare. He started rubbing again, and the cat’s eyes closed.
“Too much? I think it’s plausible, don’t you?”
Rrrrrr.
“Also, I once led a mission to the heart of the Klingon Empire.”
Mrrt.
“No, it’s true! Myself and three stalwart friends, and we battled Klingons left and right–and at the end, they called us glorious.”
Rrrrr.
“You’re right. That is a good one. Remind me to drop it in Julian’s ear.”
Brrrrow.
“More to the left? Of course. Anything for such a good listener.”
Garak and his cat
oh my god
this is why cats domesticated themselves in the first place. finally. some cats doing what they wanted all along. so wholesome
LIKE if you would have a beer with Gozer.
REBLOG if you would hunt rats with him.
IGNORE and your heart will be destroyed.
CHOOSE THE FORM OF THE DESTRUCTOR
Reblogged, obviously.
I’m one of the two brewers at Empirical Brewery, and I love these little bastards!
Sadly, Gozer passed away last year due to feline leukemia. However, the other three - Venkman, Egon and Raymond - are all still around and active!
Venkman is the “leader” of the group, and by far the most curious - he explores and investigates everyone and everything that comes through the brewery. He also has a great sense of when somebody’s taking a picture of him and poses accordingly. He’s not interested in having humans pet him and will run away from you.
Raymond, however, seems to have been feral for all of thirty seconds before Treehouse picked him up: He will meow for attention, and either rub up against your hand to demand pets, or flop down on the ground so you can scratch his belly. He and Venkman are close pals.
Egon is the most skittish of the bunch, and barely likes you to even look at him. He’ll investigate new things, but spends most of his time hiding and sleeping. He has a special hiding spot on top of a pipe, and he somehow has the uncanny ability to sleep with all four paws dangling completely off of it without ever falling of.
This is how they spend most of their day. If you ever find a stray cat hair on one of your six-packs, it’s probably Raymond’s. The guy sheds like mad.
Venkman’s curiosity occasionally gets the better of him. This is what happened when a new pump came into the brewery. He managed to escape handily enough, though.
Like I said, Venkman likes to pose.
Buddies. <3
Come by Empirical Brewery sometime, and maybe you’ll get to see them!
RIP Gozer, destroyer of hearts
December 7, 1972 – A wondrous sequence of photos captured by the astronauts of Apollo 17 they raced toward the Moon. The third image in this set is the famous “Blue Marble” photo. (NASA/ASU)
bee-squared-official
