I’ve gotten some asks about sharing my cats- you don’t have to ask a cat lady to spill the (toe)beans twice (I’ll see myself out).
I give you el gato #1, my eldest: Aaron Purr (the white kitten doing yoga).
I fostered kittens before rona & Aaron was an intentional foster fail from the Hamilkitties litter.
he’s had a toe fetish since birth, for both his own toes & unfortunately everyone else’s (see video exhibit #2) & is the living, breathing embodiment of a himbo: big of heart, dumb of ass.
I’m pretty sure he was a golden retriever in a previous life. he’s the only cat I’ve ever met that actually likes belly rubs & he used to play fetch before he contracted pure lazy disease.
he has giant, goofy eyes & my friends have actually memed the pics below (help yourself & please tag me if you use them- it would make my week).
art by my hella talented sister
he’s also obsessed with me: the boy will see me leave the apartment, then go sit outside my office & cry & cry & cry, hoping I’ll magically materialize. if he can’t be glued to my side at all times, everyone’s gonna hear about it (literally).
when I’m GIFFing or gaming in said office & I haven’t paid attention to him in sooooo long (i.e. 5 minutes), he’ll stretch himself up & oh-so-gently pat my face with his paw- also while crying. have I mentioned the whole “loves to cry” thing yet?
cries in loaf 🍞
Aaron also has allergies & let me tell you: hearing heavy breathing only to look up & see this face staring back with maximum creep intensity is, uh- it’s something.