Lord FluffyPants. Majestic as always.

Burnt loaf

There is nothing wrong here.

There is nothing wrong here.

They are up to things.

They are up to things.

Behold, Lord Fluffy Cheeks.

Rhubarb, He peers

Behold his winter Ruff.

Long dish

Majestic.

Majestic.

It's national black cat day. So here is Raspberry.

This is just a reminder I'm a stupid piece of shit.

Serious fluff is serious.

The cat tree has its fruits.

Nothing says good fatherhood than almost accidentally giving your child a taste for human blood.

I ask you, are you really cooking if you haven't sliced your finger open on a plate you've dropped because you forgot steaming in a microwave causes not only the veggies to be hot but the plate they were sat on too.

No one looks their best after being woken from a nap, not even Radish.

No one looks their best after being woken from a nap, not even Radish.

Morning time, kitty snuggles ❤️

Be careful not to get lost in The Void of Comfort. You may never return.

It's the spooky season, so here is a short horror story for cats. The Kibble bowl is only half full.

Serious fluff is serious.

Bed time bed time. I'm back into work tonight.

The Void is comfortable.

The triangle. He wants chicken.

"No contact, three weeks."

The Void is comfortable.

The triangle. He wants chicken.

As someone who has never been able to sleep and wake up feeling rested, the ability of cats to achieve what can only be a sense of pure comfort fills me with a sense of both envy and awe (I had to re-upload this due to spelling errors that angered me greatly)

Todays blep was but a wee blep

The triangle.

Here, have a sweet, sweet void.

What lurks under the bed?

Comfy Radish chair

Comfy Radish chair

Temptation.

It turns out I don't know how to be romantic. It's romantic to rub ice cubes and cold strawberries over your partners nipples but when I try it with a frozen turtle food cube, it's for some reason not sexy. What's wrong with frozen blood worms and turkey liver.

It turns out I don't know how to be romantic. It's romantic to rub ice cubes and cold strawberries over your partners nipples but when I try it with a frozen turtle food cube, it's for some reason not sexy. What's wrong with frozen blood worms and turkey liver.

It's amazing that Mim and I can sometimes actually communicate I've just asked if she usually makes the sauce in the penis handle pan or the love handles pan because I could think of no better way to describe them For the record, the penis handle pan is for sauce. The love handle pan is for pasta.

Ah, minute I smelt that sickly smell of iron. I knew the call was going to be messy.

The more I look, the more madness I see.

Rutabaga and Radish

Rutabaga and Radish

I got waylaid by Jehoveh witness' on my exit of the station this morning. It was nice to hear that all the worlds problems would be solved by god, though when pressed on a time frame, they couldn't say, which makes it seem half arsed. 'I can. Solved all the problems when I can be bothered.'

I feel like I'm being judged.

Sat on.

He's just a little bit Orange.

Baga' serious face.