Me when I fight enemies in video games.
I feel like this is the GIF I have been waiting for to best sum up my boss fight strategy for every game ever. And I’m not sure which cat I am.
Me when I fight enemies in video games.
I feel like this is the GIF I have been waiting for to best sum up my boss fight strategy for every game ever. And I’m not sure which cat I am.
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched
Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you!
Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact
Does not mean: I’m ignoring you
Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company.
Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them
Does not mean: I hate you!
Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I love this post omg, thank you so much. As a lifelong cat person, dogs perplex me because they’re so completely different behaviourally.
I love dogs too but, I’ve been trying to tell people, you canNOT treat cats like you treat dogs. They arent the same animals and have very different personalities
P.s.: people often pet cats way too hard. Dogs like a firm pet or a pat on the belly, cats dont have the same bone structure and are more flexible than dogs so what you’re doing probably hurts them
Sitting and staring
Does not mean: I am challenging you/plotting your demise/just generally evil and creepy.
Actually means: I am a desert-adapted species, so my natural tears are very thick and keep my eyes moist for a nice long time. I do find people interesting and enjoy watching them. I just don’t need to blink very often!
Staring and blinking slowly
Does not mean: I’m smug and think I am smarter than you.
Actually means: I like you! But I don’t need to get up in your face to show it. I can just sit over here and blow kisses at you to show you I am glad you are around!
It’s very frustrating for me when people expect cats to act like dogs, or act like they’re deceitful. They aren’t! They just AREN’T DOGS.
Pour les chats 🐈💞
Get ready for “more reasons why I fucking love cats”
CATS 😍😍😍😍
I didn’t know that about feeding and now Imma cry because my cats did this
This is why cats are the best.
Freddie Mercury loved music, flamboyant fashion, Liza Minnelli,and as the new Bohemian Rhapsody biopic attests, his cats. Though the Rami Malek film does not get into many specifics—there are only so many feline cutaways director Bryan Singer could presumably fit into the approximately two-hour run time—it teases how deeply Mercury felt about his furry friends, showing the singer-songwriter allotting each cat a separate bedroom in his London mansion. But Mercury’s real-life devotion to his cats ran even deeper.
Mercury’s girlfriend and great love Mary Austin reportedly first introduced the Queen front man to felines in the 70s, by purchasing a pair of cats—Tom and Jerry—for the couple’s home. While Mercury toured with Queen, Austin cared for the animals, and Mercury would call often to check in. According to Mercury’s personal assistant Peter Freestone, “He’d get to a hotel, we’d dial through, and he really would talk to his cats.” Writing in his memoir, Freddie Mercury, Freestone explained, “Mary would hold Tom and Jerry in turn up to the receiver to listen to Freddie talking. This continued throughout the years with succeeding feline occupants of his houses.”
Eventually, Mercury hosted a total of 10 cats—the rest named Tiffany, Dorothy, Delilah, Goliath, Lily, Miko, Oscar, and Romeo. “His cats were his family,” wrote Freestone, adding that Mercury made sure each cat had his or her own Christmas stocking filled with treats and toys.
“Freddie treated the cats like his own children,” explained Jim Hutton, Mercury’s boyfriend of seven years, in his memoir Mercury and Me. “He would constantly fuss over them, and if any of them came to any harm when Freddie was away, heaven help us. During the day the cats had the run of the house and grounds, and at night one of us would round them up and bring them inside.”
Hutton recalled one alarming incident when Goliath disappeared from the property. “Freddie became frantic, and in deep despair he hurled a beautiful Japanese hibachi [grill] through the window of the guest bedroom.” When Goliath was found, “Freddie was over the moon… . For five minutes or more he pored his attention on the kitten, cuddling and stroking him. Then, like a mother, Freddie scolded the cat, shouting and screaming at tiny Goliath for leaving Garden Lodge. The dark ball of fur just sat there, listening calmly to Freddie’s outburst and purring loudly.”
In 1985, Mercury took his devotion to his cats to a new level—dedicating his solo album Mr. Bad Guy “to my cat Jerry—also Tom, Oscar, and Tiffany, and all the cat lovers across the universe—screw everybody else!” Jacky Smith, the longtime director of the Official Queen Fan Club, claimed that Mercury’s fans would send him toys for the already spoiled animals, explaining, “They did get ordinary cat food at times, but mostly it was fresh chicken and fish prepared for them.” Photos of his beloved animals would also appear in her Queen newsletters.
Though he seemed to love all cats, Mercury did play favorites. Hutton described Delilah as being “the little princess” of their home—“the one he’d pick up and stroke the most often… . She’d sleep at the foot of the bed, before slipping out for a nighttime prowl.” While in ill health, Mercury penned a song named for his preferred animal. The lyrics read, “You make me smile when I’m just about to cry / You bring me hope, you make me laugh—and I like it / You get away with murder, so innocent / But when you throw a moody you’re all claws and you bite / That’s alright!” Though his Queen bandmates did not like the song—Roger Taylor later admitted, “I hate ‘Delilah.’ That’s just not me.”—they acquiesced, agreeing to put the track on Innuendo, the last Queen album released while Mercury was alive. According to Rolling Stone, May even “utilized a much-loathed ‘talk box’ effect to make cat noises with his guitar.” Later, he recalled the moment of collaborative defeat in an interview with Guitar World: “Well, I suppose there’s no other way I can make ‘meow’ noises.”
“Delilah” was not Mercury’s only cat tribute on Innuendo—the singer-songwriter posed for the album cover with a cat sitting on each of his shoulders, and another on the top of his head. And when Queen recorded the music video for the Innuendotrack “These Are the Days of Our Lives,” Mercury did so wearing a vest custom-made for him and adorned with images of each of his cats.
Delilah provided Mercury with love and attention in his final months. Per Rolling Stone, “Mercury spent hours with watercolors trying to paint a portrait of the tortoiseshell Delilah—and when he was dying in 1991, one of his final actions was stroking her fur.”
In one of his final interviews, Mercury told journalist David Wigg that he had included in his will Austin and his cats—his greatest loves, revealing “I’m leaving it all to Mary and the cats.”
[Roger and John fighting]
John: In fact, you just lost “Deaky” privileges. From now on, you can call me “John” or “hey, you”.
Roger: Come on, Deaky.
John: [ignores Roger]
Roger: Come on, hey you.

This is more punk than the whole of punk history.
I’ll tell you what’s ferocious. Freddie’s comeback to Sid calling him “Freddie Platinum” when they were recording down the hall from each other at London’s Wessex Studios (Queen for News of the World, Pistols for Bollocks).
Sid Vicious made the mistake one day of bursting into Queen’s control room and antagonizing their frontman. “Have you succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses, then?” he sneered. “Oh, yes, Simon Ferocious,” Mercury replied. “We’re trying our best, dear.”
Then, according to Queen biographer Daniel Nester, Freddie rose from his chair and began to playfully flick the safety pins displayed on the front of Sid’s leather jacket. “Tell me,” he asked, “did you arrange these pins just so?” When Sid stepped forward in an attempt to intimidate Freddie, the singer simply pushed him backwards and inquired, “What are you going to do about it?” Sid immediately backed down. [x]
Freddie Mercury may very well have had the biggest dick energy of anyone who ever lived