THE CUTENESS HERE IS OVERWHELMING. Well, for me anyway. Hence the overuse of capital letters. This here is my baby man, Murry (also known as Fluff Bucket, Poophead, and Squishee.) I’ve been taking care of him since he was abandoned on my front door at just 4 weeks old, and that was back in 2008. I’m closer to this furball than I am most people. This leads me to believe that I will most likely end up a crazy old lady who collects paper clips and only talks to her 29 cats. I’m okay with that, though. Do you have any idea how much fun it is to smush your face into a furry kitty belly like this one? It is more wonderful than the feeling of being hugged by 10,000 baby ducks offering free cake. Seriously.
I really do adore this big cuddly ball of unbelievable sweetness. This is a fact he uses to his advantage as often as possible. See, this is his “I’ll-act-adorable-and-maybe-you’ll-feed-me” pose. (FTR: this pose always works. I can’t help it.) This morning I felt like a complete zombie; I just could not wake up. Because of this I neglected tidying up my bedding before leaving for work. I came home this afternoon to find this. Totally worth not making the bed.