Tag: pets

I need to report the cat, he’s outgrown his current one. 

Thunderbolts and lightning, the cats are not pleased. 

Just me and my pussies. 

It’s a hard life. 

Reenie is missing her customary lap. My stomach is only a distant second place replacement. 

Hard to even want to get out of bed when you have a warm, happy pussy draped on your chest. 

Pavel’s inner monologue this morning: Right. Crazy cat moment. I climbed up here. Now what the hell do I do? I know, look comfortable and hope no one notices.

Getting out of bed was haaaaard this morning. Especially with Pavel snuggled next to my face.

Charlie is a neighbourhood cat that Bean simply adores. He’s also a big attention whore. Grandma would prefer we not shower him with affection, but we miss our cats :)