We're having an infestation (aka migration) of Bogong moths along the east coast of Australia, and Ollie here is having a ball during the moonlight hours. It's all crashing and construction sounds while we're trying sleep. Of course he enjoys his day time naps when the sun is up. Perfect time to apprehend him 🚔 haha

In honor of her (name is Butters Milk) 3rd birthday, here’s a throwback of her first trip to the pet store to pick out her very first toy. Brain cell processing it all.

Hello! Just discovered this group and I wanted to introduce my special guy to the community 🧡
Say hello to Odin! 😁 he emits pure orange energy and I’m also pretty sure he hasn’t had a turn with the brain cell once in his 1.5 years 😅

“Why would y’all lose when I had the outfit on?” -Muffu

He has never, not once, had a turn with the brain cell.

Hi, Pooh Bear family! 🧡

Pooh’s assistant here. We’re on our way home with your Pooh Bear, Cashoh, after his follow-up eye appointment. He also threw up bile yesterday and today. 😔

The good news is that his stitches are healing well. His left eye is still a little concerning, though, and he may need another entropion surgery. The vet prescribed an eye ointment for him.

His hard cone was rubbing against his neck and left a sore mark, so I put his soft cone back on today. The vet also suggested trying to remove the cone while watching his reaction and giving him gabapentin to help him stay calm.

My heart feels a little heavy today. I just want our sweet boy to feel comfortable and heal. Please send him some extra love, gentle kisses, and healing wishes. He needs a little more love from his Pooh family today. 🐾🧡

With love,
His assistant

The little humping thing. He's not trying to fuck me, right?

He’s lived quite the life so far. Adopted at age five, he made a 3,000-mile cross-country move with us to his current kingdom. He is, without question, the most stubborn and vociferous creature I’ve ever encountered. Our daily routine begins somewhere between 4 and 5 a.m. courtesy of violent eyelid kisses or him screaming directly into my ear. This continues relentlessly until someone gets up to serve his demands, usually 3 bites of kibble

Bro doesn’t act like a 15-year-old cat. While he’s slowed down a bit he still has no problem putting the smackdown on his younger counterpart : Meatloaf.

Despite spending his entire life with us as an indoor cat, he remains convinced he belongs in the great outdoors. He expresses this by losing his ever loving shit for hours on end, yelling at doors, and then us in an unending cycle. He's a big loveable, loud, mush.

(9 weeks old and oranger by the day)

edit: i’ve read Cricket all of the comments and he is very flattered

I would appreciate some advice on how to keep my cat from jumping onto the kitchen counter while I’m cooking.

My personal favorite is when I’m preparing chicken for the oven, and he decides to jump up, slap the raw chicken, and immediately run away😹😹 he will do this on repeat 😹😹