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#you who's probably ripped at least five of your blankets: don't worry sweetheart it's okay :)
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Cat behavior FL? Cat behavior FL.
You know those cats that keep a death grip on food with their teeth and start growling when you try to take it away? I feel like Legacy would do that with blankets.
Even if he took your fave out of the nest and you need it for a nap, expect a rumbly Abyss monster to play tug of war with it and perhaps cause a few rips in it.
aahhhh i love the recent influx of cat behavior Foul Legacy asks i've been getting ehehehehehe
see, growling and hanging onto the blanket has two benefits- one, Legacy often gets to keep the blanket; and two, if he manages to tug you down as well, you usually end up taking a nap next to him. there's nothing quite like having you literally fall into his arms, met with happy, growling purrs and gentle licks on your cheeks. so when you meander over to the blanket nest and attempt to pick up your favorite quilt, he immediately sinks his teeth into it and growls, thinking it's part of this fun little game you've been playing together. in your tired stupor you tug back, just wanting to rest for a few hours and not worry about anything, not realizing how hard both of you are pulling
your eyes fly open when you hear something tear and you immediately release your grip on the blanket with a sharp gasp
the quilt has a few new rips, where Legacy's teeth would have been as you pulled. a whine of dismay slips from his mouth when he lets go, hunching his shoulders and hiding his face away to try and seem smaller, less threatening and more apologetic, but you simply sigh and sit down beside him. it's alright, you shrug as you peer at the damage. cloth can and will be repaired- it's not like you've never torn anything before. still, Legacy whimpers and buries his face in the crook of your neck, silently remorseful, and your fingers tangle in his hair and fluff as you scritch under his chin, eyes beginning to droop shut. holding you like porcelain, Legacy carefully pulls the torn blanket over you, tucking in the ends so you're perfectly bundled before he curls himself around you- yet somehow you always end up with his head snuggled against your stomach when you wake up <33
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