Someone just barfed all over the living room floor. She’s not sick, she just nervous eats now and then.

Thanks a bunch, fur ball.
Someone just barfed all over the living room floor. She’s not sick, she just nervous eats now and then.

Thanks a bunch, fur ball.
Patches is staring into your very soul. She’s so intense.

Patches is glad that my father will be moving to another rehab facility today. It should happen around 4:00pm, half an hour from now.

This is the third facility this year. Please please please let him have better results this time.
Totally random, pointless cat picture.
That’s why you all come here, right?

This isn’t the worst thing ever, but if Billboard ever put together a top 200 list of things that suck, this would surely be on it.
You’re scooping out the cat’s litter box at the crack of dawn because it’s trash pickup day and you want to get it out before the truck arrives. You take a giant scoop full of nasty, go to dump it into the trash bag and… miss. Damn it!
I don’t believe in omens, but that sure feels like one, right? It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it.
There was a moth in here the other day. Patches is ready in case it comes back. She’ll hold it down with one paw and stab it to death with the other. Patches is deadly with a butter knife.

She’s trying very hard to lower my stress level. It’s not working at all.

Patches is worried about my dad too.

