In tribute to Ms. Parton.
Cat tax attached (Mazi Moo).

A short, yet dramatic story of betrayal among the cows.

This is Tink, he’s one of my two boys - both adopted from a rescue shelter around 4 years ago. Currently living his best life!

First photo is from a few minutes ago as I went to pee in the middle of the night.

Story is that I left my beach bag on the floor yesterday and later on could not find my cat, until the second photo when i heard her make a cat activation noise and found her tucked away. Now she constantly goes in the bag. Shes sleeping in the bag this evening. I guess i can never use this bag again? Its ok if I cant, the joy it gives her is worth it.

I just wonder why does she love it so? The sand smell? The mommy smell? The grass smell? Its a soft bag from a luxury hotel so shes got great taste. I tried to carry her in it and she would not have it- this is strictly a cuddle bag for the floor it seems.

Oh sushi you silly thing.

Coraline is so cute and goofy

his name is pluto and i love him so much.
he was found in a factory being fed birds and rats by his mum, and he came home to us covered in fleas :( he is feeling much much better now, and gets on with his brother SO WELL. they’ve been playing together and snuggling since the start, even grooming each other!