warriorofthesea:

My morning consisted of hula hooping and cats

pistachomastufa:

Cats.

Let’s party.

“Hello, friend! Don’t you want to snuggle???” followed by a horrific extension of the claws.

killlakt:

My damn cat being a model.

lupinthecat:

We’ve had this for two years. This is the first time goes ever hung out in the kitty house!

spookyjuice:

Long day on the job, ‘ey, buddy? 

and-live-from-new-york:

Mom got her own grumpy cat.

He spent his evenings sat alone at his piano,
desperate to write a song for his love.
He heard it perfectly in his head;
a beautiful symphony of dings and key-smashes,
but his tiny widdle paws and fangs would not do him justice.

He died one night of a broken heart.