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What is the best excuse you have heard lately? Homer says that he is just one cub! He cannot possibly deal with this level of laundry, and must take on an intern. Arlo was already pre-hairing a brand new fitted sheet, so he shows potential. His resume: look at my sheet hairing skills. This is the level of laundry one achieves after six days and 1500 plus miles worth of adventuring with OG…

Sensing danger, the Lion Cub Made of Butter will ease into its natural camouflage of brown paper packing scraps in order to elude predators.

No hand mixers there, Not much baking at shelter. Brain: Deploy tongue now #badcathaiku

If “You gonna eat that?” was embodied by a cat. Arlo M-O-O-N Timber Arlo has Miles beat in terms of adventurous food aggression. Earlier this week, I found what my brain identified as a mummified, blackened, human ear on the rug. (Because of course that was the most logical conclusion. I find those all the time!) It was half an avocado peel with all the innards licked out, and tiny teef marks…

Who are you most inspired by? Air out your tummy Maybe your nethers (at home). Sun for every bod. #badcathaikus Homer’s stance on every body is a beach body.

I’ve finished my food. I’ll be damned protecting crumbs. Defeated both fools. #badcathaiku

Sookie looked at the loss of roommates around her and said, “I’m 200 years old. Hold my catnip.” Her new favorite place to sleep is inside of a gravestone. It didn’t seem like such an ominous choice when I bought it maybe two years ago because a younger Homer collapsed the one we had. Birdie liked to hangout on top, so I wanted a multilevel option. At the time, I wasn’t three deceased cats…

The new guy is very food motivated. Food motivated as in he lived in an abandoned car for two years before making it to the shelter, so he does not care what he eats. While I was in the bathroom, he sampled some Tikki Masala spice level 3. Delicious. I’ve had to push his giant head out of my coffee mug and my bowl of yogurt and granola. This morning he absconded with two garlic scapes before…

I’ve broken Arlo’s fragile trust…again. He hasn’t had his nails trimmed since a vet visit at the start of April. Based on the way his giant mittens snag toys, he needs his nails done. With the amount of hardcore wrestling happening with Homer, I want both boys to be safe. However I am NOT. ALLOWED. TO. PICK. HIM. UP! ABBF and I conspired to lure him in with treats, but I grabbed too soon and was…

New cat band at our house.

How do you balance work and home life? I have captured your toes. Even a blind cub will tell you that you need a pedicure. Take care of you.

They both deserve more words and hopefully I will get there. On Sunday, I had to let Birdie go. This morning, Olivia Wigglebothum said, “I’m out too!” They are both such a loss of personalities and parts of my home and heart.

What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? … and all I got was this cat kimono. Score! Birdie AB said the seller repeatedly assured her that it was for a boy cat. We’re not sure why. It was a bit of a struggle to secure it around Homer. Perhaps Japanese cats are not as thicc. Homer immediately lost the ability to walk without tipping over every few steps. Homer Olivia…