Well isn’t this week just a gut punch to all the 80s kids. 😔 RIP

#Caturday (Bonus points if you can guess the movie in the background.)

So, this is where you need to be? Tryin to watch Nate Bargatze. His name isn’t Crowley for nothin.

Walls are meant to come down.

Deep cut.

It’s so hot, this is the only cloud that can survive.

Is she about to feed us? It’s 7 minutes passed when we should be fed.

Hey.

Throw up a tarp. That solves all.

If we were going to elect a real estate developer as president, why couldn’t we find one that was actually good at real estate development?

It’s a bag. I’m getting in it. I don’t care where it is.

Cat evening post. Why haven’t I been fed?

Here’s our covid babies!

Crowley enjoying all the visiting hoomans. #Caturday

You have three minutes to feed us. #Caturday

Thanks Trump.

A just under the wire #Caturday post of my father’s cat Junior. Wife and I put together his new cat tree for my dad. I think Junior is a fan. ❤️

Late night #Caturday Just under the wire!

We don’t have to worry about the AI murder bots anytime soon. They can’t even figure out sports ball team logos.

Crowley and Ruby on a snowy New England December night. #Caturday

The President of the United States is literally bulldozing The White House. Incoming cliché: “We are living in the worst timeline.”

XII

It’s 6:44. You feed us at 6:30. Why are you starving us to death?

For #Caturday I am featuring my dad’s cat Junior, who I spent many days with as we moved the two of them closer to us. Enjoy.

“I was really upset you left me for a week. But I forgive you.” -Crowley

#Caturday (was yesterday, but we play by our own rules around here.)