I've been taking food photos sporadically so instead of showing photos of food, I thought I'd share photos of 3/4 of my cats:
Here's Fatty deciding she'd rather be living in a cardboard box:


You get a ridiculous amount of tissue paper when you purchase kitchen stuff from Urban Outfitters and since I like to reuse my tissue paper, I splayed it out on the floor to fold it up. Here's Chewy thinking that the tissue paper is his new playpen/bed, even though his bed is in the background:
But then he also knows that he can play on my bed because this blue comforter is kind of like the "cat comforter." I won't let the cats on my bed unless this comforter is on the bed.




Here's Ogre napping on my Quatchi blanket. That bugger pulled a fast one on me like he always does; he always manages to jump up on my bed before I can get the "cat comforter" to cover up my bed (I'm actually allergic to cats):



He's the skittish cat who does not stop moving. I attribute that to the fact that he spent a part of his life living in a tiny little broom closet at Sean's workplace so he rescued him, got him neutered (I already had Fatty) and then Mischief came to live with us. At first Mischief was the type of cat who would not stop moving and meowing this pitiful meow. He would also not let you hold him--AT ALL. He would do everything in his power to get away. It resulted in many scratches and rashes. Years have past since then and while Mischief still moves like there's no tomorrow (he's gotten better about it though), he does let you hold him and pet him like a normal cat. He's also the only short-haired cat in the family so I think he's friendlier on my allergies than any other :)
Cat love done.
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