Buddy, I don’t even know where to begin

What is going on here? Is this normal for cats? Is he actually a Flerken?

Someone is being excessively Eleven at Mother’s Day dinner today because *Everyone Else* is embarrassing….

The Mistress of the House would really prefer we all just go to bed already so she can sleep on a heated human mattress

My little orange dork occasionally engages the brain cell and climbs in his backpack and yowls to be taken outside. He’s terrified of the outside when the door opens though

Been a long day, and Tess is done with all of us

The drinking lamp is lit. For now we rest, and get ready for another week

Or the Blues Brothers atop the shelves of the packaged goods aisle

Where else will you find a wicker motorcycle atop an endcap

My local grocery store is categorically superior to yours because of this, amongst many other reasons

Much like The Grinch’s heart that morning, this dork of a tater-tot’s brain grew two and a half sizes last night as he discovered that we will throw the Favorite Toy again if he fetches it.

Of course, he tried to eat it this morning like the kitten he still is though

The literary genre for this dork would be an instruction pamphlet on a vintage potato peeler. Inscrutable, chaotic, with occasional bleeding

Trying to send this one back, he's clearly functioning incorrectly.

Thou shalt know me by the thin coating of cat fur on all my clothing...

Had to break it to the poor little guy that his one brain cell wasn't sufficient to meet the hiring requirement.