Two of my dingdongs!

Bucket is the 2nd. And she is indeed a beautiful bucket of a cat.

Kramer is my old man who always wears a suit. Around 18 years young now.

The third Good Kitteh is my husbands first cat, technically. Shes a lil toasty flamepoint dingdong who most definitely takes turns with the other orange cats on who uses the braincell today. We actually thought she was just an all white bb. Named her Betty. Surprise! She done toasted.

My first cat was found in a dumpster, the three times hes gotten "freeeeee" he ended up in a pile of trash crying.

Second cat is a product of my friends' cat getting pregnant. She has a song: "mama was a slut and daddy was a street cat".

Third was found under my tattoo artists' porch. My trash bbs

My cats are either Good Kittehs, or Bad Mister Kittehs (youve already had your wet gravy food, sigh, stop knocking things off the shelf). That is all.

My next cocktail I make, I’ll name the Mint Milano. Description: for old people. (Probably gonna be a shit version of a grasshopper).

One of my favorite activities is bird watching with my cat Bucket. We yell at them to get off our lawn. 🖤

Haaaa. "Moral panic me til I acid rain!“

Ah yes. N/A Malort essentially.