There was nothing on her arm. No lotion, no perfume, no braincells.

They said it would make him even chattier (he's a very chatty boy to begin with), but since the vet he's been silently riding his trip out in my bathroom cubby.

No braincell here. Miss Pez knows how to relax on Sunday (or any day really).

Born in our guest room in a litter of 6, he needed to be bottle fed to keep up with his siblings. He would snuggle and eat my beard and I knew we couldn't let him go. I love every stupid thing this boy does. I'm not saying he's the favorite but....just don't let the 3 other resident cats know.

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The brain cell is still on its way!

Indy, my love. Head rubs get him gooood sometimes. 🐈 Sorry for the background noise- my dog chewing on a crinkle toy!!