The cat ruined my cushion and fell asleep at the crime scene. She doesn’t get the concept of guilt. Advertisements
This is my friend’s cat. I edited her eyes awkwardly to make them more yellow, so now she looks like an alien with smudged irises.
Something is up. Or, more likely, nothing is up and my cat is just watching the air, as per usual.
I want a ragdoll (among other things), but I don’t think my plain tabby would approve.
For the cat, each day is a Caturday.
My cat is a huge fan of yoga. Particularly the yoga mat.
This isn’t even my cat. It’s a resident cat cafe cat. The cafe offers coffee-to-go but not cat-to-go, sadly.
It’s been a while since I last reminded you of the fact that cats are the best. And since it’s Caturday, here’s the history of how I met my cat. It’s a lengthy, convoluted and boring story with several false starts. You have been warned. I first found myself in a regular proximity with a cat
My cat likes to roll on the floor, laughing. Or not laughing.