Mikey isn’t happy or anything.

My Godkitten, Harry. I miss him. He took the Braincell more than his share.

Is that a Squirmle you hunted?! My Marnie hunts the orange ones.

TUTONE. KNEW IT. Jackie below.

Run free, Hitty! Hitty can go dog punching with my Kimmy.

And use through your stash as you go. It does you no good for things to go past date before you can use them.

This guy looooves Cheetos. That fake cheese dust, cats just love it.

“Where’s my goddamn supper, monkey?”

You need this one.

Black and white cats are built different. This one killed a snake when it dared to get too close to the house.

I got to pick Mikey up yesterday.

Proud of you.

The spicy ones are my favorite. Kimmy here was rated unadoptable at 9 weeks. Was my best baby for 15 years.

This brave boy came to Me for pets yesterday and he even purred! We’re getting there.

Yeah don’t let that fool you! The girls were squabbling all day yesterday. Food bickering. Ran out of their favorite treat kibble. Yes I did a same day order to buy more just to settle things down.

This is our badass with CH. If you don’t feed her fast enough she will wreck the bedroom.

Thanks.

The reason I’m getting nothing done.

Mike was a porch cat with his mom. We brought him in when she passed over The Bridge. He’s still grieving. Wasn’t she pretty?

We brought this guy in during a cold snap and now he cries and cries at the open windows. Tears your heart to pieces. No Out for him though. Too soon.