I’d like to be reborn as my own cat. I know it doesn’t make sense but it’s my death fantasy and that’s what I want.

I have a cat that randomly screams all hours of the day and night. I don't need a spirit animal.

The way I smiled
for you so easily
and so naturally
a love lingering
inside my eyes.

I really hope you find what you’re looking for.

I’m so grateful for this beautiful new addition.

my default response to anything is nap

Easy love like this is hard to find.

i have way too much social anxiety for how much love + attention i demand every day. it's impractical

If you don’t care about my cat updates, then what are you even doing here?

how dare you try and boss me around who in the hell do you think you are, my cat?

She’s a beautiful little thing.

Anticipation can be so wonderfully intoxicating.

Adoption update: Charley has to stay a few more days to recuperate from being spayed before she can come home. Hopefully Tuesday night she’ll be the newest object of my affection. 💙

If you look really, really close, you can see much more.

I take that back. The answer is cats.

The best part of childhood? I’d have to say the decade long memory gap.

so like what are we just supposed to keep doing this every day?

All these self imposed limits and self-imposed rules.

Somewhere along the way the line blurred from crazy to this is fucken nuts.

Since losing Tuukka, I’ve ached to get a companion for Zdena (black kitty). I’ve always preferred having them in pairs, because cuddling cat season is the best part of winter! This one has a nub tail so she has something in common with our Boston Terrier too! 🤞

plot twist: I rescued a cat.

I’ll always be more comfortable hiding behind my hair.

Big year for what the fucks.

I’m a hot mess, but also I’m okay.
Such is the duality of existence!

So, when is Musk giving the State of the Union address?

No!

I want to touch your scars and hear the stories of why.

They say time heals, but no one tells you that some wounds become a part of you. You stop bleeding, but the scars whisper every night.

It's an art to say what we want without leaving the impression of criticism.