My cat was licking my hand and it honestly kinda tickled--
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My cat was licking my hand and it honestly kinda tickled--
I almost never say, "fuck my life" , it's a good life, I'm pretty happy and mostly healthy
Today though...
Elderly Calico Cat decided, less than an hour after the cleaners finished, to piss in a nearly inaccessible corner between the bed and the bedside table, OVER THE TOP OF the electrical octopus plug 🔌
I'm feeling a lot of feelings about the timing of it all, that I'd successfully blocked access to that particular spot with a shopping bag (that of course was moved by the cleaners, they can't have known), and the sheer VOLUME of piss.
Not to mention the overwhelming part of having to clean ALL the cables and plugs and NEXT IS how to get them all posted up OFF THE FLOOR some how so she can't do it AGAIN.
For a brief, finite moment, fuck my life.
Sympathy welcome because UGHHHHH
me when i momentarily turn on the flashlight of my phone to see something, and in the corner of my eye i see glowing eyes moving around, so i panick before realizing it's just The Cat, curious of the sudden light, who has once again turned into a minor lovecraftian horror god because it is almost nightfall
my cat, inserting herself where she does not belong and demanding cuddles and paps: i see you’re trying to write or otherwise be productive. it would be a shame if something were to…
prevent that entirely.
The crime scene:
The culprit, exhibiting zero remorse:
The motive: I bet I can make it.
The remaining mysteries: How did the owl land upright? And how did the box not go splat and spill its contents?
:sigh:
I was sitting right here, too, like this, my back to her. I was aware she was perched on top of the record player. I was aware she has for some time been eyeing the shelves with that look in her eyes, that “Oh yeah, I’m gonna do it,” gleam that only cats get. Yet it still came as a surprise.
The upside is, the sound of the resulting crash had me fearing much worse in the way of damage. Knock wood, nothing’s broken, including the cat.
Kitties helping with score study. A trilogy.
(From right to left, Pandora, Fifi owned by the lovely @sherlock913, and Astrud.)
The Alpha kids. This is the ONLY IHGebhgd canvas i have of these guys.
She moved the bear and pushed my phone out of my hand. Nuisance WILL have her owner’s attention if he doesn’t want an ass kicking. I love her💖💖💖
Update: She laid down on top of my phone, batted my face, bit my hand, and ran off…. Dammit cat~