Cat tax because life’s hard lately and I gotta remember I have these kids to take care of (my cats).

Cat taaaaaax.
Lil man keeps sleeping on my lap and I don’t have the heart to move him until I’m either dying of hunger or have to go urgently to the bathroom.
He’s so comfy I just have to let him sleep.

This December is when our rescue cat (former stray) finally started showing belly around us. He’s been inside for a year but he’s been very insecure. Now, we very slowly and sporadically touch his belly to desensitize him but in general we just look at him and marvel at his belly being out.

Cat tax. Heat blanket + human lap = the best bed ever.

Am I a graduated translator? Yes. Did my late diagnosed autism and adhd fuck up so many years of my life nobody would employ me because of a 10+ years gap? Also yes. But hey, have a cat, everything’s fine. Totally.

Once again paying the cat tax.

Am having a struggle so have a cat for your struggles.

This cat has the weirdest positions 85% of the time.

Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

Paying the cat tax.

I mainly reblog/retweet/no idea how it’s called here; audhd stuff and art, and while I made this account years ago I haven’t used it much since. I don’t write much ever so it will mostly be cats, tism and art.