Clemens.
Clemens, you’re a motherfucking star.
clemens you’re the mother fucking light of my world
hiram.
hiram is a little pisser. he’s on anti-anxiety medication and is the most ditzy cat i know next to a mentally handicapped one owned by a friend of mine. however, he makes a faithful, albeit oblivious, companion to clemens.
at least he’s cute, even if it’s the vacuous stare and soulless eye variety.
clemens.
clemens is my favorite. he’s always been there for me, coming over for a hug just when i need it. he’s serious and appeals to me and my girlfriend’s aesthetic and social sensibilities. when it comes to intelligence, we might give him far too much credit…or we might not. i personally think he’s some sort of brooding philosopher or intellectual.
his theme song is “tiny dancer”
—also he looks like michael shannon and when i’m feeling extra sentimental he’s my little dreadnaught.
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I just captured this because it was too cute despite the seeming aggressiveness. They often fight in order to secure rights to lick the other’s head.
Clemens is the intense clinger, Hiram the unwilling participant.
My darling, Clemens.
That is my cat Clemens.
If you’re in our house long enough, he’ll ambush your chest, and try to tuck himself under your chin. He’ll smush his face against yours and then wrap his paws around your neck whilst purring and kneading. Try to throw him off, he’ll approach you again, undeterred.
I happened to interpret it as a loving embrace when I first picked him out at the shelter. He was the only adult cat there and he was curled up on a window sill quietly watching over all the kittens mewing and circling my legs for attention. I was mildly overwhelmed, so I approached him: a calm, stoic looking cat amidst the chaos of the animal shelter. He immediately stood up on his hind legs and just put his paws around me and purred. I picked him up and didn’t let him go until he was ours.
He’s my favorite cat ever.
Clemens was on his back dramatically with his belly fully exposed. His mouth was open just a little and I thought it was weird that he didn’t bolt up when I opened the door getting back from work.
I remarked to my girlfriend, who was sitting next to him on the couch, how cute he was. We both stared admiringly at his unmoving body for a second and she went to pet his tail.
He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch.
My girlfriend and I locked eyes and sheer panic boiled up and I was sort of afraid to try to touch him again. I shouted first “CLEMENS!”
No movement.
Scared of what I’d find, I went to grab him.
He sleepily awoke and I squeezed him tightly in gratitude.
Goddamnit, Clemens.
You scare the shit out of me. —And you sleep far too soundly for a cat.
(Also, you may have reminded me of your mortality today, but I know you’re never actually gonna die.)
both my cats have colds.
they’re sneezing in each others faces while slow motion fighting.
Holy shit. I love my girlfriend.
Also my cat. He’s pretty alright too.
my cat clemens totally looks like michael shannon.
—also his new petname is “my little dreadnought”.
I found Clemens sleeping in a twig/thorn/vine autumnal wreath we just took down atop an awkward plaster cast.
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Sleeping and cleaning. All day. Clemens is the intense grey one, Hiram the stupid looking chipmunk.
And my retarded laugh makes its internet debut.
