My sister made a montage of our cats being cats. I’m crying.
The fact that this not only happened but that I am laughing hysterically over selfies with my cat means that bedtime was approximately an hour ago.
Pippin + Cone of Shame
This could have been avoided if he’d just listened to my very rational explanation of why he can’t lick his incision. But I just don’t think he understood.
My life as a cat lady has officially begun.
Say hello to Pippin. I’ll try not to blog about him obsessively, with the keyword here being “try.”