One year where my meow hasn't roused the house at six bells. One year I haven't run racecar, mad over beef. One year without slopping chicken on the glass. One year without sidewalks. One year without wrassling. One year without brushies. One full year.

🎶Oh, how I miss you Oh, how I miss you Ooooh, how I miss you Oh-how-I-miss-you🎶

You don't really know why I do it. I don't know why I do it, either. But you know every time I feel queasy, or icky, I just HAVE to rush back inside to bargle on the carpet. I just feel safer throwing up in my own house, you know?

Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream! I love ice cream!!!! I can hear you opening a container of it now, so, of course, I'm not going to miss it. It smells faintly like the green tea you love to drink, but all I taste is delicious creamy goodness as I lap at the plastic covering.

You've been brushing me and loving on me for hours. I'm gacked out of my mind on some premium 'nip. It's time for a nap. But the minute you put that brush down and get up to walk away, you better believe I'm tackling the back of your leg like a little football player. I'm big enough to make your

Snoozing so deeply, and suddenly I hear your footsteps; then, your hand in a long, luxurious pet; a few scritches under the chin. I stretch-stretch-streeeettcchhhh in satisfaction with a scratchy little meow.

I am feisty and have chosen you as my next victim. That means when you start walking away from me, I leap and latch onto your ankles, and try to bite your little toes! You chase me through the house, clapping your hands and vibrating your little wings. And then you find yourself outside, because

Disclaimer: I'm not a lawyer.

Fleas. I have fleas. And oh, they're torturing me. Sometimes all you can do is helplessly watch me, as I lay on the coffee table, fastidious cleaning myself. When you're trying to sleep, I can't help but jump up and settle by your head. You always turn over and comfort me.

Oh

Little boys. 💕 Postcard from my collection, unsent, 1902.

What have I done now?

my cats gone and ran away again… poor pussycat, stuffed up with the flowers and the little civilians. best not to tell his little family where he goes each day, I would imagine certain residents would take offense to his daily proclivities…

But is the comment wrong? What of the laughter when cats bathe? General bathing and inappropriate location bathing?

K, you got me.

You're projecting again. Remember what we talked about, bestie?

Someone has to.

OOOOHHHHHH CAT-BOY~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hmm. I feel like someone I've only met in an uncreated universe is thinking about me. . .

I’m in ur sink, questioning ur decor choices. Photo from my collection, no documented date/info.

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pack of cigarettes on my timeline.

Sunder.

🧡🧡🧡🧡

I used to have a face and thumbs, and then I did a bad.

and… pet empurata… sorry kitty kat.

@rngtyryllw.bsky.social , my evil-display lap cat.

I adored the way she modified my mornings when I'd wake up in the calm shoals of her bed. Somersaults or smoke in a universe of sleep, before she slipped back into her heritage and disappeared. And she taught me to relight, relight and relight again.

Well, Ashford is settling fine.

Two days of nice rain and some sun, and you have the nerve to droop at me???

I burst through the cracked bedroom door late in the evening, knowing you're awake. You're playing on the TV. I trot up to the bed with a loud greeting, then bound up to your side. You pet me. You kiss me. I purr. I scratchy meow. And then I lay in front of your crossed legs for a little nap.

[ don't worry, don't worry; it's not a long gesture. ] Comparatively, it certainly would have been overkill. Quite a considerate gesture.

Those big, beautiful eyes! A tiny owl braving the winter snow, perfectly camouflaged in its snowy perch. Nature's little marvel. 📸 mon_regard_sur_la_nature

A cat for these trying times

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