shenko:

suddenlykats:

pangur-and-grim:

logic-and-art:

starskykarofsky:

For anyone not so familiar with cat behavior, this cat is out of its mind excited to do this. It’s much more rare for cars to wag their tails but it means the same as it does when a dog does it. This cat is curious and proud and playing. It keeps looking at its owner too, like “LOOK AT ME, DAD” and it’s so rare to get videos of cats this happy. This is fucking rad

Nope.. wagging tails means anger or irritation in cat body language.

hey y’all, hope you don’t mind me stepping in!

you’re both right 🙂 a wagging tail means the cat is highly stimulated (think coiled spring, ready to go off). depending on the situation, this can be interpreted differently – just like people can smile nervously at job interviews vs. happily grin at friends.

in most cases, it’s safe to interpret overstimulation as ‘you’re doing something to amp up the cat & it wants you to stop’ (ex. unwanted petting). it should be seen as a warning; all that pent-up energy COULD be released as a swat or bite.

BUT in this case, that tail-wagging ‘frustration’ is the stimulation that comes from problem-solving (where can I jump? is it safe to go here?) and the excitement of play. it’s good to be wary of ‘cute’ animals vids, but this seems like an unproblematic video!

I’d like to add to this–just look at world-famous box-loving cat, Maru, who wags his tail every time he stuffs his body into a box or other small object. He’s clearly not about to attack the person behind the camera! It’s definitely based on stimulation, but more to the point of “ahhh FINALLY I’ve gotten into the small space, now how do I get the rest of me inside”:

i love everything about cats ever always

The Dyke’s Complaint

epicene-writing:

Here
comes the Dyke, from night to night,

A neon light,

A smoke.

Here
comes the Dyke, and her footsteps

Are
glued with spit,

Are
marked with teeth;

She
seeps from darker walls,

Standing
still, or walks

Or
disappears into the depths

Of
a silent subway.

Her
face? you ask

Her
clothes?

Thicker
than silk,

Smoother
than wool

That’s
all you need to know.

Here
comes the Dyke,

Alone,
and so

That
her shadow’s thinking

About
leaving for good

And
in the Dyke’s shadow

Raise,
and fall

A
sobbing girl

Huddled
on the floor

Under
a tapestry –

The
moon’s absent,

No
lamp is lit at the window

And
trains are passing by:

Here
goes the Dyke, who knows

That
her shadow won’t leave for now.