Oliver has either taught himself how to play dead, or he’s dead. Stay tuned!
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers. Would you try that crap with Annette?
Me, quoting Grease to my cat this morning after he tried to climb in my underwear drawer (and demonstrating why it’s best if I live alone)
I put up some new shelves today, and both Oliver and I are really happy with how they turned out!
Wendell is also getting into woodworking the only way he knows how—laying on things and then knocking them on the ground.
A++ helper, this cat
Meet Mickey, the pet store’s new resident, along with his sister Minnie.
Unclear if the owner gets the irony of naming cats after famous mice!
Note to Self: Cut cats’ goddamned nails.
This is relevant to my life.
Wendell’s absurd self-imposed healthy eating streak continues. Today’s nom: Granny Smith apples!
HEY EVERYONE. LOOK AT THIS SWEET $200 FAUX ARMY TENT FOR CATS.
Am I the only one whose cat wants nothing more in this world than to eat a salad?? Weirdo.
Les chats, en repose.
Jk. We’re all dying of heat exhaustion. Wendell is going to go out snuggling my wallet and a butter knife, which, I mean, of course that makes sense.
He heard it was about fishing and had to read it for himself.
Cats need watering too!
Snuggles like this are why I love having cats!
Hey, muffin.
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