I dont trust him.

He hears the screams of the bits of carpet he hasn’t thrown up on yet.

He was morbidly obese when we got him from the humane society

I often question why he looks so anxiety-ridden all the time, as his day job is napping and property destruction.

It’s funnier to take bad pictures tho. Why else would I have a cat?

Same vibes

Oh it’s not a puddle, the two are stubbornly stacked up on top of the older orange one and he did not consent