I think about "Ass Don't Have Dopamine" at least weekly.

Clair Obscur continues to be very French.

This is Basil. It doesn't matter what the store is selling, because it's just a front for money laundering.

My cat Izzy would always get carsick and lining her carrier with puppy pads helped with the cleanup.

This little guy has his internist appointment today. I swear every vet appointment with him is 10-15 minutes longer than with my other pets because all the vets and techs are (understandably) obsessed with him.

These troublemakers are here for an anemia follow-up (for him) and to make sure her wall-licking isn’t pica or anything. They have the vet staff wrapped around their paws, as usual.

I guess I should include a picture of him, regretting his life choices after eating about three pounds of cat food.

Everyone wish this little miscreant luck. He’s at the very with what’s looking like immune-mediated hemolytic anemia.

Sometimes I click on the suggested feeds and sometimes the timeline does a thing.

Absolutely not necessary for him to crawl under the blanket and chew on my feet. Little criminal.