I really missed my deceased emotional support cat this week. (Don’t feel bad, he lived an excellent life and was happy. I hope I get to say the same years down the road.)
That must have been some seriously bad bottled water
Microplastics at its finest
Terminal diagnosis this morning. She was this for me for over a decade. Always knew when I needed a purr and a cuddle. This fucking sucks.
My cat would sweetly give me a nice hug with his claws and mouth.
“Hey. Hey. I’m hungry. Hey. Hungry. Stop moping. Feed the cat. Hey. Cat. See the cat? Feed the cat. Hey.”
Honestly, feeding a cat makes me happier. Seeing the cat happy makes me happy too. And the kitty munching up the cat food it loves :3
The orange cat stereotype is just too true.
“Cheer up, human. One day you’ll win at Counter Strike.”
Orange tabby: “pick up your head and feed me, hooman” LOL
cat: You know what makes you feel better? feeding me! that ALWAYS cheers you up!
I need this baby telling me it’s gonna be ok right now.
Seriously. My two doggos don’t know wtf is wrong, but they sense I’m freaked out right now.
Same.
