#glad that was never a habit he kept or else i'd probably be smothered by him
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i wanna make a list of all my favourite buster memories but i keep crying
#when he was a kitten and slept on my neck#glad that was never a habit he kept or else i'd probably be smothered by him#when he got his blanket and he just /knew/ it was his#all the times he played 'sous chef' in the kitchen#he was so greedy and a bloody gutso#he loved watching us cook#and all the times he'd 'read' the newspaper#newspapers were like one of his favourite things to sit on#all the times that he'd cuddle in my lap#it was special every time because he wasn't a super cuddly cat#like he'd only ever do it in the colder months and he refused to cuddle without a blanket#oh and when my ysk nitotan arrived and i showed it to him and he was like absolutely the fuck not#started biting poor ysk#and when he was desexed oh my poor kitty he kept wandering the house crying i felt so bad for him#the very first time he came home; he was so scared and he didn't like the car#and even though it hurt my feels the few times i'd come home from work and he'd miss me so much he'd rouse on me by hissing at me#these are all out of chronological order hhh#also his cat tree has a half pipe but the only time he'd sit in it was if he heard treats#because we were keeping his box of treats on top of it and he'd jump into the half pipe yowling for his treat
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