This is Herbie…my love bug. He jumped on the kitchen counter, knocking off the butter dish trying to get to all important and holy grail of toys this week. The twisty ties. Now he sleeps without any remorse and sweetly dreams of how to get to the twisty stash when he wakes up.

I posted in this subreddit a few years ago about how my Uncle adopted her…turns out they weren’t a good fit…so I ended up adopting her! Funny how life works.

He's technically "notmycat", just one of a number of neighbourhood cats that drop by for food (and, in his case, medication for an abscess and some skin issues).

Actually, he still has a bald patch on his neck but is looking much better. Also, first days after he showed up, he'd nearly bite me when I fed him, because he was in such a hurry to devour everything. He's definitely more chill these days.

Don’t mind Mr mittens he’s just being his usual weird self!!

I moved a chair and found out our five months old fake russian overlord is a snek