Gordie is picture 1 & 3, Atticus is #2, and the last one is Gordie and Chewie, who has only gotten chonkier since that photo was taken, about 5 years ago. Gordie and Chewie are 11 now, and Atticus is 9. They love cuddles, belly rubs, and food of any kind.

Okay, but the best ever warning sign I’ve come across is this one, out near Invermere, BC.

Yoink.

Currently hungry but unable to go get something to eat as my legs are currently being used for another purpose.

He looks a lot like my boy. Except mine can’t even figure out how to wash his own face after the litter box.

Here is the sweetest, goodest, snuggliest boi. That he could live forever, it would be perfect. He’s also the only male in the house that doesn’t dream he’s a chainsaw when he’s asleep.

I have a child named Chewbacca…he’s not my first, we call him Chewie for short. This is him.

The morning nap sessions. Everyone. All at once. Wherever we lay down.

Here is the four pack. Ash (grey) is the old lady at 12+; Gordie is next at 10, and shares his age with his brother from a completely different litter, Chewie, the one with the white splops of yogurt on this face; lastly is Atticus (Atty) our moo cat cuddle bug.

Put up our Christmas tree. It’s tiny, like 1.5’-2’ tall? Left for 2 hours yesterday, and guess what happened?
Of course, with 3 cats, it shouldn’t be a surprise. A few decorations are still missing. We might find them under the sofa. I imagine that they were throughly played with.

In the process of making minions for a door decorating contest at work.
This is what I get paid for!

I am very unmotivated this morning.

Two of our furry babes this morning. I was trying to take a picture of his beans, and he said no (black cat, Gordie).
Yes, the gray girl (Ash) is on our fridge. Yes that’s a cat bed on the cupboard. She is the Fridge Cat (TM), and rules the home from her throne.

My three boys. Chewie (the void at the bottom), Atticus (the moo cat), and Gordie, my little shadow.