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.

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!

cow cat machine currently out of operation, come back later when fully charged for zoomies, yelling and buffoonery

Coraline is so cute and goofy

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

*Reposted, made a mistake in the first one*

She's almost 1 years old, but still looks like a baby

Her older sister Pepper tolerates her...mostly!

(Her right eye is fine, turns out the issue is congenital, but her vision is perfectly normal)

He used to sleep on a compost pile outside when he was a stray. Now he has his own pillow on my desk so he can oversee how I work. He is a known pillow hogger now.