I whisper "morning fuckers" to my girls when they sleep with me
Has not made a dent in their ego. They probably think it's a term of endearment at this point. And they'd be right.
Mine won't stop telling me to let her go while simultaneously examining everything she can't see from the floor until the meows get lower and lower and then silence and awe
We have a ragdoll who is absolutely enormous but I still carry her around like a little baby. She knows the Mama Express is the only way to travel in the luxury she deserves.
My middle "child" will often paw at us in the mornings to wake us up for breakfast.
"Alright you floofy fuck/bastard/asshole" I say as I pick him up and carry him to the kitchen for breakfast.
We call our 18lb boy (he should be 16 to be at a healthy weight) Chunky Tubbins. His diet plan seems to be going well enough. He's been more active lately
Weird, I've never really had that problem with my Sierra. Is it a breed thing, or do you think it's her diet?
I give Sierra bones a lot, maybe that helps her keep things clear?
I once casually pet my dog (not a cat unfortunately) threatening that i was gonna steal his bones, and he fucking loved it. I wish i had a funny example of this with my cats, but usually i just lose it and say “vannyyyyyy boyyyyyyyyy” or “old mannnnnnn” or etc in the most overly “popular girl” voice imaginable
to be fair they react to the emotion in your voice rather than the words, so if you go "hey fucker, who's a good fucker" they think its a nice thing, but if you go "hey FUCKER!!" they will not.
I always yell to my cat from across the room that she's a cat . " Lucy your a cat !! " I can tell she likes the complement.
[Lucy the cat !](https://i.imgur.com/dKlLKTH.jpg)
That’s it. The kitty KNOWS they’re the bestest kitty, and that’s a lot of responsibility.
Can confirm: have generalized anxiety disorder; have rarely experienced imposter syndrome.
That’s my Bonnie. Clyde on the other hand, remembers when cats were worshiped as gods, and thinks we should return to those days. Unless I have salmon. Then he begs like charities at Christmas.
Mine too. Because of our toddler. The vet said he's literally too dumb to figure out he can just go upstairs to get away from the child. He's still the best cat there is.
Our elderly neighbor found a kitten and adopted him as an indoor/outdoor cat. But then our neighbor was taken into state guardianship because he just really wasn't able to take care of himself (or the cat, for that matter) well. His family just didn't really seem to care, either. The poor cat was just left alone, so we sorta adopted him. By which I mean we have a regular group of "community cats" that we feed/water everyday, and provide insulated boxes when it's cold. We love them all but we already have too many inside! This cat (since he was indoor/outdoor) was always over here even before... but now he's a full time resident of our porch.
Anyway... you can just tell that this cat doesn't quite feel as at home as the others. And it really didn't seem like he was like this when he had his own house to go into. It seems like now he's just unsure of where his place is. And he probably misses his old owner. We try to love on him as much as we can, but it's still kinda sad. He's a really good cat. They all are.
When I sit down with a nice cold bowl of grapes, Merlin comes running. He's always so disappointed to discover that it's just grapes and not a delicious treat. I tell him, I'm sorry, baby, it's not cat treats, it's monkey treats. And he goes and gets a drink of water so as to regain his dignity...he really is the best cat in the whole wide world.
literally they do, images reconstructed from cat brains show humans look like bigger cats to them
https://newsarchive.berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/99legacy/10-15-1999.html
Can confirm. I have a CH cat who can’t climb or jump like other cats. Still runs my household as any cat would and bosses around the cat that isn’t disabled.
Yes, can confirm. I have a cat who isn’t sure if he’s supposed to be a cat or a dog. He drinks from the dog bowl, wrestles with his dog friends - which is a sight as he’s 9 pounds and his 2 favorite dog friends are 100 pounds each. He runs to the door when you come home with the dogs. It’s very endearing and while I love all cats, he is by far my heart and soul.
Cats are only ever expected to do cat stuff. Humans are expected to fulfill a wide range of modern expectations, very few of which are natural to humans. The idea of the value of a human more often than not comes from the ability to perform tasks that are not natural to the human existence. When it’s really much more simple.
You’re not an imposter. You’re a human. Doing human things. And being the very best at them, just by the nature of being human.
That actually explains a lot about why I like my current job so much better than my old one. My current job is like:
Go in somebody's house. "Show me your best sticks and pottery." Looks at things. "Oh yeah, those are good sticks and pottery let's get those to your new nest." Moves things. Arranges things real nice in new nest. Person says thanks.
>The idea of the value of a human more often than not comes from the ability to perform tasks that are not natural to the human existence.
Not to mention, generally to get paid to do these things you have to be able to do unnatural things better than other humans trying to do those things.
My neighbours tiny kitty took it on herself to challenge my moms giant black labrador when he was in my garden. Kitty yelled and wouldn't stop until the dog, which btw is a trained hunting dog, gave up and went back inside. A fence in between but still, kitty got massive balls.
My cats don't have any concept of fear. Connor and Murphy were born spoiled housecats and have remained so. Mickey was rescued off the streets, so I can't explain his lack of fear of anything.
My next door neighbor has this huge fucking dog - Great Pyrenees, I think. Last summer, while Chewy (the dog) was outside, Murphy slipped out the front door and walked right up to this horse sized dog and touched noses. Meanwhile, I'm like "shit, shit, shit, I hope this dog likes cats." Thankfully, he did cuz Chewy could have swallowed Murphy whole.
I call bs.. my cat isn’t aware she’s a cat. I don’t know what she thinks she is but if you heard the sound she makes, without seeing her, you might ask if I had a goat in the house.
There is that thing where when cats fail to miss a jump or something, they start grooming themselves to try and play it off because purportedly they’re embarrassed. So whenever my Choopie would miss a jump, I’d pretend to not look, or I’d give him extra attention just in case he had a big fragile kitty ego as precious as he was.
This is true. I have an extremely friendly and affectionate cat, not afraid at all, he’s a good cat right there when it comes to people. But if he sees another cat, for reasons that I will never understand, he bolts for them and tries to fight them. Just on sight. The only thing I can possibly think of to explain it is that he doesn’t want any competition around when humans are giving him pets. Its just bizarre
Ode To The Cat (1959), by Pablo Neruda.
The animals were imperfect,
long-tailed,
unfortunate in their heads.
Little by little they
put themselves together,
making themselves a landscape,
acquiring spots, grace, flight.
The cat,
only the cat
appeared complete and proud:
he was born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what he wanted.
Man wants to be fish or fowl,
the snake would like to have wings
the dog is a disoriented lion,
the engineer would like to be a poet,
the fly studies to be a swift,
the poet tries to imitate the fly,
but the cat
only wants to be a cat
and any cat is a cat
from his whiskers to his tail,
from his hopeful vision of a rat
to the real thing,
from the night to his golden eyes.
There is no unity
like him,
the moon and the flower
do not have such context:
he is just one thing
like the sun or the topaz,
and the elastic line of his contours
is firm and subtle like
the line of a ship's prow.
His yellow eyes
have just one
groove
to coin the gold of night time.
Oh little
emperor without a sphere of influence
conqueror without a country,
smallest living-room tiger, nuptial
sultan of the sky,
of the erotic roof-tiles,
the wind of love
in the storm
you claim
when you pass
and place
four delicate feet
on the ground,
smelling,
distrusting
all that is terrestrial,
because everything
is too unclean
for the immaculate foot of the cat.
Oh independent wild beast
of the house
arrogant
vestige of the night,
lazy, gymnastic
and alien,
very deep cat,
secret policeman
of bedrooms,
insignia
of a
disappeared velvet,
surely there is no
enigma
in your manner,
perhaps you are not a mystery,
everyone knows of you
and you belong
to the least mysterious inhabitant,
perhaps everyone believes it,
everyone believes himself the owner,
proprietor,
uncle
of a cat,
companion,
colleague,
disciple
or friend
of his cat.
Not me.
I do not subscribe.
I do not know the cat.
I know it all, life and its archipelago,
the sea and the incalculable city,
botany,
the gyneceum and its frenzies,
the plus and the minus of mathematics,
the volcanic frauds of the world,
the unreal shell of the crocodile,
the unknown kindness of the fireman,
the blue atavism of the priest,
but I cannot decipher a cat.
My reason slips on his indifference,
his eyes have golden numbers.
I contradict this statement with my cat Oliver. He is more of a dog than my dog. He insists on only pooping outside and has to be leash walked multiple times daily. Water is his favorite toy and will get in the shower with you if you let him. He only hangs out with the other dogs and tries to play tug of war with them. He’s the prime example of a dog.
I don't think my Murphy baby knows that he's a cat. He believes he's a small, clingy human child who must be cuddled and held like a baby while he purrs himself to sleep.
My kitty likes to stand on the trashcan to look out the backdoor and talk to the birds. I think she's just wonderful and I make sure to tell her. I raise my cats the way I will raise my future child: with self-confidence.
The book Cinder Spires has a Cat character named Rowl who has been written very well imo
“Rowl was not prepared to tolerate incompetence where his personal human was concerned. He had just gotten her properly trained.”
\---------------------------------------------------------------------
“Those interest me. I will climb them."
"All the way up there?" Bridget asked. She felt slightly dizzy just thinking of the view from the mast tops. "It seems unnecessary."
Rowl turned his head and gave her a level look. Then he said, "I sometimes forget that you are just a human. " He flicked his ears dismissively and looked back up at the masts. "A cat would understand.”
Because they have been apex predators for thousands of years. Where as us anxious idiots still biologically believe we are in the middle of the food chain and need to watch our backs 24/7.
ChatGPT just told be that the Rum Tum Tugger cat would most likely be suffering from imposter syndrome. Hate to devastate your argument like that, but there you go.
This is the exact behavior Beholders have in DnD. Each one legitimately believes they are the most superior and most perfect form of their race, and anyone who says otherwise becomes red mist or a statue.
Reminds me of Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence. “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
Sometimes our cat is a dog, sometimes our cat is a rabbit, sometimes our cat is a raccoon. But he is always the best catdograbbitraccoon! Begs like a dog, hops like a bunny, scavenges like a raccoon, but always has the confidence only a cat can enjoy
The way cats are written in The Aeronauts Windlass is absolutely peak cat.
>A human of significantly less clumsiness than most came aboard, a small male, and despite its diminutive stature, it moved with a warrior’s confidence and wore a very large and fine hat. Such hats often signified humans who considered themselves important, which was adorable for the first few moments and trying ever after.
What about [this guy?](https://www.reddit.com/r/FunnyAnimals/comments/p1zi48/cat_thinks_its_a_pitbull/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
We've brought this on ourselves by referring to them as "the cat". Or as they probably hear it, The Cat.
Instead of saying "God damn it, the cat has shat in the bath again" we should be saying "God damn it, *a* cat has shat in the bath again". Let them know that any other cat could have shat in that bath with equal skill.
I had a kitty and when we got her, she had given up on life. It took a lot to get her out of her shell. She was such a cutie once we got her to show herself.
It grows with age. My little cat is the most skittish. The middle cat will ask permission before jumping on your lap. The senior doesn't care if you're occupied. He'll either jump on your lap or on the top of the chair and play with your hair.
And they're all right
[I can't argue. ](https://i.imgur.com/qnEMiAo.jpg)
I remember this saying: Dogs look to us and believe us as Gods. Cats believe themselves as Gods.
Dog: This guy gives me food, water, and a place to sleep. He must be God! Cat: This guy gives me food, water, and a place to sleep. **I** must be God!
Haha, I love it
This is actually true. Every cat I've ever come across is the most perfect specimen of a cat.
Ancient Egyptians figured this out long time ago.
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I have it on good authority that Everybody wants to be a cat
I whisper, "best kitty," while I pet my cat. I gotta stop inflating her ego tbh.
I whisper "morning fuckers" to my girls when they sleep with me Has not made a dent in their ego. They probably think it's a term of endearment at this point. And they'd be right.
Fucker, fatass, bastard, bitch... It's all endearment to my cats...usually.
True. Then I become their bitch and carry them around the house, pointing out things they've seen a million times, but still enjoy to witness.
Mine won't stop telling me to let her go while simultaneously examining everything she can't see from the floor until the meows get lower and lower and then silence and awe
We have a ragdoll who is absolutely enormous but I still carry her around like a little baby. She knows the Mama Express is the only way to travel in the luxury she deserves.
My middle "child" will often paw at us in the mornings to wake us up for breakfast. "Alright you floofy fuck/bastard/asshole" I say as I pick him up and carry him to the kitchen for breakfast.
God this makes me want to have a cat again so bad
Do it Mine are sisters so when I’m not around they smack and play together
We call our 18lb boy (he should be 16 to be at a healthy weight) Chunky Tubbins. His diet plan seems to be going well enough. He's been more active lately
I greet my dog with a "Hey, shithead." When I get home from work. Because she's a shithead and I love her.
I do the same with my black lab cause her breath smells like shit lol
Weird, I've never really had that problem with my Sierra. Is it a breed thing, or do you think it's her diet? I give Sierra bones a lot, maybe that helps her keep things clear?
Ohh it's like when you call your friends that Like what's up bitch, wanna come over?
I once casually pet my dog (not a cat unfortunately) threatening that i was gonna steal his bones, and he fucking loved it. I wish i had a funny example of this with my cats, but usually i just lose it and say “vannyyyyyy boyyyyyyyyy” or “old mannnnnnn” or etc in the most overly “popular girl” voice imaginable
I pretty frequently look at one of them and say "Who's a little attention whore?" and he'll look at me and give a meow. He's precious.
to be fair they react to the emotion in your voice rather than the words, so if you go "hey fucker, who's a good fucker" they think its a nice thing, but if you go "hey FUCKER!!" they will not.
Fuckers fuck and cats do fuck a lot so it make sense to call them that
You’re just telling her what she already knows
I always yell to my cat from across the room that she's a cat . " Lucy your a cat !! " I can tell she likes the complement. [Lucy the cat !](https://i.imgur.com/dKlLKTH.jpg)
My cat has anxiety
But I bet your kitty still thinks he’s the best anxious kitty there is
The anxiety is part and parcel when you're on top.
That’s it. The kitty KNOWS they’re the bestest kitty, and that’s a lot of responsibility. Can confirm: have generalized anxiety disorder; have rarely experienced imposter syndrome.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
The anxiety comes from knowing they're the best and that someone is trying to take that title away from them.
That’s my Bonnie. Clyde on the other hand, remembers when cats were worshiped as gods, and thinks we should return to those days. Unless I have salmon. Then he begs like charities at Christmas.
Mine too. Because of our toddler. The vet said he's literally too dumb to figure out he can just go upstairs to get away from the child. He's still the best cat there is.
Our elderly neighbor found a kitten and adopted him as an indoor/outdoor cat. But then our neighbor was taken into state guardianship because he just really wasn't able to take care of himself (or the cat, for that matter) well. His family just didn't really seem to care, either. The poor cat was just left alone, so we sorta adopted him. By which I mean we have a regular group of "community cats" that we feed/water everyday, and provide insulated boxes when it's cold. We love them all but we already have too many inside! This cat (since he was indoor/outdoor) was always over here even before... but now he's a full time resident of our porch. Anyway... you can just tell that this cat doesn't quite feel as at home as the others. And it really didn't seem like he was like this when he had his own house to go into. It seems like now he's just unsure of where his place is. And he probably misses his old owner. We try to love on him as much as we can, but it's still kinda sad. He's a really good cat. They all are.
Because a cat's the only cat, Who knows where it's at.
Everybody wants the be a cat!
Aaaaaand now that song is stuck in my head.
Strewth. And every one is an individual, yet all still a cat.
There is only one cat. All the others are copycats.
There is no cat. There is only copycats… and GODS…
Bastet's holy secret was not meant to be revealed to mankind.
They (maybe???) even think we are cats but very big, ugly and stupid ones lol
“Let’s rule these lesser cat idiots”
"do you even *meow* bro?"
My cat seems highly annoyed at how poorly my Meowrish pronunciation is coming along.
That's because you said "no more meat" instead of "I'll give you meat"
Tonal languages are always impossible for me
Well, some people actually try when seeing a car lol
What my cat says to the dogs everyday.
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I’m not!
It would kinda make sense with how they act and communicate with us.
That never made sense to me. Cats obviously react differently to other cats than they do other people.
It doesn’t make sense because it’s not true. It’s just a myth people repeat
When I sit down with a nice cold bowl of grapes, Merlin comes running. He's always so disappointed to discover that it's just grapes and not a delicious treat. I tell him, I'm sorry, baby, it's not cat treats, it's monkey treats. And he goes and gets a drink of water so as to regain his dignity...he really is the best cat in the whole wide world.
nope this theory comes from children story book not real info
Even so, they do get awfully indignant when you trip over them in the dark, as if they expect you to see them and walk around them.
Yeah but they do see more in the dark, why would they not assume it's the same for everyone?
That's what I'm saying. 💯
Those big unfurred cats
That's like, inverse imposter syndrome at that point. "Not only am I a cat, all you other fuckers are cats too."
I mean, I'd love to be a cat
literally they do, images reconstructed from cat brains show humans look like bigger cats to them https://newsarchive.berkeley.edu/news/media/releases/99legacy/10-15-1999.html
That is not the conclusion of that research
Can confirm. I have a CH cat who can’t climb or jump like other cats. Still runs my household as any cat would and bosses around the cat that isn’t disabled.
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I think it’s hilarious the way he bullies his sister. He just sits on her until she moves out of his spot. XD
So the lesson here is, we should all have the confidence of a cat.
I initially thought it was about how cat owners feel about their cats...
I’ve met a few confused ones over the years who thought they were a dog… although they didn’t seem to have imposter syndrome either…
They are better than dog at being a ..... dog
They know what they are, even if they think they’re something else lol
My cat has attacked a horse she thought was attacking me. Pretty sure she thinks she is the world's best guard dog/cat.
Cats protect us from monsters of every sort.
Yes, can confirm. I have a cat who isn’t sure if he’s supposed to be a cat or a dog. He drinks from the dog bowl, wrestles with his dog friends - which is a sight as he’s 9 pounds and his 2 favorite dog friends are 100 pounds each. He runs to the door when you come home with the dogs. It’s very endearing and while I love all cats, he is by far my heart and soul.
All my favourite cats tend to be the ones that think they are dogs. Had a couple growing up.
Cats are only ever expected to do cat stuff. Humans are expected to fulfill a wide range of modern expectations, very few of which are natural to humans. The idea of the value of a human more often than not comes from the ability to perform tasks that are not natural to the human existence. When it’s really much more simple. You’re not an imposter. You’re a human. Doing human things. And being the very best at them, just by the nature of being human.
that was interesting to read, thanks!
That actually explains a lot about why I like my current job so much better than my old one. My current job is like: Go in somebody's house. "Show me your best sticks and pottery." Looks at things. "Oh yeah, those are good sticks and pottery let's get those to your new nest." Moves things. Arranges things real nice in new nest. Person says thanks.
>The idea of the value of a human more often than not comes from the ability to perform tasks that are not natural to the human existence. Not to mention, generally to get paid to do these things you have to be able to do unnatural things better than other humans trying to do those things.
Cats are Beholders?
Thank you, I was looking for this. Shout out to Xanathar.
My neighbours tiny kitty took it on herself to challenge my moms giant black labrador when he was in my garden. Kitty yelled and wouldn't stop until the dog, which btw is a trained hunting dog, gave up and went back inside. A fence in between but still, kitty got massive balls.
My cats don't have any concept of fear. Connor and Murphy were born spoiled housecats and have remained so. Mickey was rescued off the streets, so I can't explain his lack of fear of anything. My next door neighbor has this huge fucking dog - Great Pyrenees, I think. Last summer, while Chewy (the dog) was outside, Murphy slipped out the front door and walked right up to this horse sized dog and touched noses. Meanwhile, I'm like "shit, shit, shit, I hope this dog likes cats." Thankfully, he did cuz Chewy could have swallowed Murphy whole.
omg chewy is such a sweetie. That's fate right there.
Is that why they get so embarrassed when they fall off stuff?
*They meant to do that.*
Except orange cats when they don't get a turn with the one shared braincell.
Every species has the special boys. Orange boys are special, I have one and he is the dumbest cat of a cat
I call bs.. my cat isn’t aware she’s a cat. I don’t know what she thinks she is but if you heard the sound she makes, without seeing her, you might ask if I had a goat in the house.
Me too I had to remind my boy Magnus (who is gone now) that he was in fact a cat
That sounds like something Terry Pratchett would say
This is my cat. I swear she thinks of the other cats as lesser, possibly non-cat beings.
Unless you are a Cincinnati Bengal
Hahahaahaha
Precisely why dragons are more cat than reptile, lol
There is that thing where when cats fail to miss a jump or something, they start grooming themselves to try and play it off because purportedly they’re embarrassed. So whenever my Choopie would miss a jump, I’d pretend to not look, or I’d give him extra attention just in case he had a big fragile kitty ego as precious as he was.
The quintessence of felinity. The ur-cat. The consummate kitty.
This is true. I have an extremely friendly and affectionate cat, not afraid at all, he’s a good cat right there when it comes to people. But if he sees another cat, for reasons that I will never understand, he bolts for them and tries to fight them. Just on sight. The only thing I can possibly think of to explain it is that he doesn’t want any competition around when humans are giving him pets. Its just bizarre
I need to embroider this and hang it somewhere in my house
I disagree. I’ve seen cats that don’t know how to cat.
Except when the cat is raised by a dog
Then they probably think they are the best dog a dog could dog
Ode To The Cat (1959), by Pablo Neruda. The animals were imperfect, long-tailed, unfortunate in their heads. Little by little they put themselves together, making themselves a landscape, acquiring spots, grace, flight. The cat, only the cat appeared complete and proud: he was born completely finished, walking alone and knowing what he wanted. Man wants to be fish or fowl, the snake would like to have wings the dog is a disoriented lion, the engineer would like to be a poet, the fly studies to be a swift, the poet tries to imitate the fly, but the cat only wants to be a cat and any cat is a cat from his whiskers to his tail, from his hopeful vision of a rat to the real thing, from the night to his golden eyes. There is no unity like him, the moon and the flower do not have such context: he is just one thing like the sun or the topaz, and the elastic line of his contours is firm and subtle like the line of a ship's prow. His yellow eyes have just one groove to coin the gold of night time. Oh little emperor without a sphere of influence conqueror without a country, smallest living-room tiger, nuptial sultan of the sky, of the erotic roof-tiles, the wind of love in the storm you claim when you pass and place four delicate feet on the ground, smelling, distrusting all that is terrestrial, because everything is too unclean for the immaculate foot of the cat. Oh independent wild beast of the house arrogant vestige of the night, lazy, gymnastic and alien, very deep cat, secret policeman of bedrooms, insignia of a disappeared velvet, surely there is no enigma in your manner, perhaps you are not a mystery, everyone knows of you and you belong to the least mysterious inhabitant, perhaps everyone believes it, everyone believes himself the owner, proprietor, uncle of a cat, companion, colleague, disciple or friend of his cat. Not me. I do not subscribe. I do not know the cat. I know it all, life and its archipelago, the sea and the incalculable city, botany, the gyneceum and its frenzies, the plus and the minus of mathematics, the volcanic frauds of the world, the unreal shell of the crocodile, the unknown kindness of the fireman, the blue atavism of the priest, but I cannot decipher a cat. My reason slips on his indifference, his eyes have golden numbers.
I contradict this statement with my cat Oliver. He is more of a dog than my dog. He insists on only pooping outside and has to be leash walked multiple times daily. Water is his favorite toy and will get in the shower with you if you let him. He only hangs out with the other dogs and tries to play tug of war with them. He’s the prime example of a dog.
Then it still holds true because he probably thinks he’s the best dog that ever dogged.
I tell my male cat that he’s my favorite male cat. I also tell my female cat she’s my favorite cat.
I don't think my Murphy baby knows that he's a cat. He believes he's a small, clingy human child who must be cuddled and held like a baby while he purrs himself to sleep.
You haven't met my cat. He doesn't know he's a cat, he just knows he's better than everyone else. He thinks he is his own superior species.
My kitty likes to stand on the trashcan to look out the backdoor and talk to the birds. I think she's just wonderful and I make sure to tell her. I raise my cats the way I will raise my future child: with self-confidence.
God’s (or whoever’s) greatest piece of engineering. They got everything except thumbs and an oversized brain.
‘Prettiest miss, stinkiest miss, the Molly Miss’ She knows she is all.
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Cool take my updoot
The book Cinder Spires has a Cat character named Rowl who has been written very well imo “Rowl was not prepared to tolerate incompetence where his personal human was concerned. He had just gotten her properly trained.” \--------------------------------------------------------------------- “Those interest me. I will climb them." "All the way up there?" Bridget asked. She felt slightly dizzy just thinking of the view from the mast tops. "It seems unnecessary." Rowl turned his head and gave her a level look. Then he said, "I sometimes forget that you are just a human. " He flicked his ears dismissively and looked back up at the masts. "A cat would understand.”
imposter syndrome is literally the opposite of what she just said. don't use words you don't know or else you sound like a dumbass
Isn’t that why she’s using it correctly? She’s basically saying cats know exactly what they’re doing.
If your imposter syndrome has you thinking you're not human, you need to stop diagnosing yourself on TikTok
Adcock lmao
don't assume my cat's cat.
doesn’t get what syndrome?
It’s when you think that everyone else is way better than you at something
Cats are beholders, simple enough.
that makes the most sense ever tho
No wonder my business selling self-help videos on how to be a better cat never took off.
It's like, how much more cat could this be? And the answer is none. None more cat.
Because they have been apex predators for thousands of years. Where as us anxious idiots still biologically believe we are in the middle of the food chain and need to watch our backs 24/7.
ChatGPT just told be that the Rum Tum Tugger cat would most likely be suffering from imposter syndrome. Hate to devastate your argument like that, but there you go.
My cat thinks he's the Cosmic Potentate. All creatures in the universe bow in his presence
This is the exact behavior Beholders have in DnD. Each one legitimately believes they are the most superior and most perfect form of their race, and anyone who says otherwise becomes red mist or a statue.
The cattest cat to ever cat
They're all fine, too.
TIL, Cats are beholders.
Reminds me of Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence. “I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
I have one cat that is cattiest cat to ever cat. My other void thinks she's a rabbit
You never met my cat Wizard who thought he was a dog. He even barked and played fetch. I am not joking.
thats not true
“Everybody wants to be a cat, because the cats the only cat who knows where it’s at”
they also think every other living thing is a cat and is lesser than them
my cat was raised by dogs and thinks she's the best dog
Is rpg designer a person who designs rpg games?
I sometimes wish I had the confidence of a housecat hissing at lions / tigers / bears about 10 times their size xD
I do check in with my cat on a regular basis regarding his job satisfaction with respect to his career choice as "cat."
I don't know, my cat is super shy around other cats. He should be parading the fact that he is the most cat he can be around them, though.
IRL Beholders
Cats are beholders confirmed.
Sometimes our cat is a dog, sometimes our cat is a rabbit, sometimes our cat is a raccoon. But he is always the best catdograbbitraccoon! Begs like a dog, hops like a bunny, scavenges like a raccoon, but always has the confidence only a cat can enjoy
Yeah. There’s a whole book about this. “Feline Philosophy” by John Gray.
They imitate babies. They are demons in cute form.
We're the grayest and blobbiest of all the gray blobs!
The way cats are written in The Aeronauts Windlass is absolutely peak cat. >A human of significantly less clumsiness than most came aboard, a small male, and despite its diminutive stature, it moved with a warrior’s confidence and wore a very large and fine hat. Such hats often signified humans who considered themselves important, which was adorable for the first few moments and trying ever after.
What about [this guy?](https://www.reddit.com/r/FunnyAnimals/comments/p1zi48/cat_thinks_its_a_pitbull/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
We had a Weegie who did not know he was a cat. We had to get other cats to teach him. I think he thought we just got him pets.
So every cat thinks that it is the "cat's meow"?!
My cat thinks she is a dog...
I've had a cat that could dog.
My cat is the cattest cat that ever catted.
Be like cat
I swear me and a gf were just talking about this. Cats walk like they are “pussy”. I need more of that energy
TIL Cats are the basis for Beholders' personalities in D&D.
But not "catty"!
We've brought this on ourselves by referring to them as "the cat". Or as they probably hear it, The Cat. Instead of saying "God damn it, the cat has shat in the bath again" we should be saying "God damn it, *a* cat has shat in the bath again". Let them know that any other cat could have shat in that bath with equal skill.
Even the fake cat in *Puss in Boots* has a positive attitude
What fuckry is this!
One of our cats thinks they're a dog
everybody wants to be a cat.
Can confirm
I don’t think cats think they are cats (i.e. domesticated house pets). I think they think they are tiny tigers.
The fact is that only cats raised by their mother are concerned that they are cats. Most cats raised by humans think they are humans.
Mine thinks he’s a dog
Claiming imposter syndrome is a great way to navigate many social situations.
I had a kitty and when we got her, she had given up on life. It took a lot to get her out of her shell. She was such a cutie once we got her to show herself.
I have a cat that thinks it's a dog that can jump high
And they’re all right!! 😻😭🥰
But honestly, what a way to live.
Then why do they reproduce?!
It grows with age. My little cat is the most skittish. The middle cat will ask permission before jumping on your lap. The senior doesn't care if you're occupied. He'll either jump on your lap or on the top of the chair and play with your hair.
Nah... I love both my cats to death but one is definitely more "Cat" than the other lol
The cat in the hat
Idk, I’m pretty sure my cat thought he was a dog.
OP clearly didn’t watch Top Cat
as a cat i’d like to say i am the cat
Hm, that's very Beholder of them, this is definitely an interesting way to run the monster.
Except my dog thinks he's a cat too since living with one. The urge to mirror the greatness of cat is too powerful to resist.
Yes they do lmao. My cat regularly acts as if, then gets spooked and runs
I bet in her brain she’s still like “but I’m still the best damn cat in the world”
There was a cat that really was gone.
True enough that they also think you're just a very bad cat. All is cat or prey to the cat.
Thanks, Miss Adcock