Patches says, “make the bed, fatty!”
She’s so mean to me.

Patches says, “make the bed, fatty!”
She’s so mean to me.

Patches is pissed. She wants me to punch out of work and go watch the new episode of Hawkeye.

Damn, calm down cat. I need to make dinner first.
Patches sat on me because she heard me say I wanted to work on some music tonight.
No, don’t do it, she said. We can’t handle such torture.
She’s probably my biggest fan.



Wanna make somethin’ of it? Do ya, punk?

Patches watching the Bake Off final.
The living room has been slightly redecorated to make room for the tree. I thought I’d document the occasion with a crappy portrait-mode pic.

Also a cat pic because Patches.

I have punched out for the day. Kick ass, dude! Only one work day left until my favorite four day weekend of the year. Patches is excited for me. She’s so excited I had to break out the old Hipstamatic Shake to Shuffle!
Hipstakitty is back! Or is it better as Hipsta-kitty. I can’t decide.
My beautiful wife Jen said she was kinda in the mood for a movie tonight. A Marvel movie. Sure, I said. Pick one. There are about 100 to chose from.
She picked Captain America: Civil War.
Now if you were curious as to why I’m so out of my mind in love with her, take this as one of the billion reasons.
Ms Patches agrees.

As the cat strolls into my room with a jaunty “meow” or two, I pause to wonder what she’s thinking….
Is she thinking, “when are the kids going to wake up so that I can hang out with them?”
Or is she thinking, “why are the kids’ bedroom doors both shut? I wanna go in there and vomit on their pillows.”
I cannot say for sure what she’s thinking, but if I were a betting man I would guess it was one of those two things…. Probably the pukey one.

Patches the cat is super happy that the kids are home. Can’t you tell?
