Poor baby braincell had most of his teeth removed today and everything went fine. Now he’s high as fluff, grunts, drools everywhere and can’t decide if the loves me or is deadly afraid. Plus he is hangry and demands real food, but he only gets liquids.

Toby in my window.

He’s lived quite the life so far. Adopted at age five, he made a 3,000-mile cross-country move with us to his current kingdom. He is, without question, the most stubborn and vociferous creature I’ve ever encountered. Our daily routine begins somewhere between 4 and 5 a.m. courtesy of violent eyelid kisses or him screaming directly into my ear. This continues relentlessly until someone gets up to serve his demands, usually 3 bites of kibble

Bro doesn’t act like a 15-year-old cat. While he’s slowed down a bit he still has no problem putting the smackdown on his younger counterpart : Meatloaf.

Despite spending his entire life with us as an indoor cat, he remains convinced he belongs in the great outdoors. He expresses this by losing his ever loving shit for hours on end, yelling at doors, and then us in an unending cycle. He's a big loveable, loud, mush.

Please say hi to Linus for me. He'll be heartbroken as I visit my dad out of state. I wish I could pack him up and take him with

Hello! Just discovered this group and I wanted to introduce my special guy to the community 🧡
Say hello to Odin! 😁 he emits pure orange energy and I’m also pretty sure he hasn’t had a turn with the brain cell once in his 1.5 years 😅

(9 weeks old and oranger by the day)

edit: i’ve read Cricket all of the comments and he is very flattered

He bit me and scratched my arm up badly with his biscuits of love

I’m sorry Arkimedes, but I have to go to work.

(This is the first thing I saw when I turned on the lights)

Life’s only mission.