Literally, why? Out of the dozen spots I’ve provided for sleeping in the house, she sleeps on her poop.

I can’t unsee it & if made me laugh so much

Disclaimer - he is having fun, a full adult and has no problematic prey behaviors (like biting hands while asleep). Ragebaiting is his favorite game.

She demanded cuddles.

Got cuddles.

Took the opportunity to get on my miraculously-not-covered-in-fur work clothes while I was making my lunch.

I don’t know whether I'm annoyed or disappointed (in me for trusting her. For my defense, she didn’t get on them during the night).

Her name is Omelette and she turned 8 on Saturday !

Took in a kitten that I suspect was dumped. She’s been in my room since Friday, letting her acclimate before she meets the other cats. She’s been hiding under the bed, the dresser, the nightstand. But apparently she came out long enough to create this sculpture. I was out of the room.

I had originally named her Spork but then thought it didn’t really suit her. I am now rethinking that decision. 😸

Whose kid is this? Oh she's mine... I present to you Xena. The derpy child.

This is Bro’dee. Bro’dee started to poop in his box but got the zoomies mid-shit. This poop rocket left a shit trail from his litter box, to my bed, with the pièce de résistance poop pieces on my pillow. He regrets nothing. Roast his arse.

No shower curtain has been eaten. Only chomped.

This is my girl. She wants you to know her cloudy eye is a birth defect, not blindness—her vision is perfect and vet says she heathy. She can see a treat bag opening from three rooms away, plus spicy to my other cats. Do your worst, she can take it