#smelly boy

[fluffybutt-7]

Hey bro, wanna hit up Taco Bell together? I only reek a little… 🥺🥵🐮

[bweebie]

what if i start putting text at the bottom instead

[princess--bongwater]

stinky

[theillusionofpants]

I never really had pets growing up. My mom lived on a farm when she was younger and I think she was fully saturated by the time I came around.

So when my (now) wife and I moved in together and she wanted animals, I was sceptical. She is much smarter than I am and managed to trick my dumb ass into just "going and checking out what is available" at the shelter. Low and behold, I found an adorable orange kitty as dumb as I am who booped me on the nose and I was in love. We dubbed him "Ernie" and adopted his brother "Bert" as well. They were....they were cats. They were annoying and hilarious and frustrating and were normal cats that did all the regular cat things that every person who has lived with a cat for the last 5000 years has dealt with. They moved with us and were a part of the family.

Ernie and I were lovers. He would post up in my lap and flop over and expect his luxuriously soft belly to be rubbed and I would reply. He wouldn't bite or attack, he just wanted some good scritches. We'd hang out and watch TV that way. When I was too busy to hang out, he would grumble like an old man all around the house, complaining.

The problem is that cats get sick. I remember one morning before work Ernie was having trouble keeping his head up. He normally wanted affection ALL the time, but this particular morning whenever I would try to pick him up, he would jump out of my arms and sit on the floor panting. For those of you who don't know or who have only had dogs, panting is a VERY bad sign in a cat. The majority of the time it means you need to seek medical attention right away. That's what we ended up doing and unfortunately in this scenario, it meant that we had to put him down.

It was a very strange experience as one who has never really had a pet. It is very quick but there is a definite moment where the light that was once your buddy is no longer in their eyes. Eventually you are just in a room with a dead animal and a stranger who is trying to ignore the fact that you're a blubbering mess. And you leave your friend there.

I was shocked how much of a mess I was. I couldn't even talk about him for months without tearing up. How stupid it is to have pets! They make you love them, integrate themselves into your life and your family, and then they leave you.

Anyway, it has been 6 years now since he's died. He was only 8 when he got sick. I guess I just miss my cat today.

The man himself

[savzo]

Another doodle comic cuz I don’t have time to finish things anymore

[starkira42]

[ivefallenforyouandicantgetup]

Canonically the least hygienic person I’ve ever seen (Rivaled only by Henry Oak)

[hopelessxhearts]