It’s cold

I don’t realise that I’m drooling until someone says

“Ewwww! Stop doing that, it’s gross.”

And I think

“Doing what? Being awesome? Just because you’re jealous…”

Then I look down and see drool drops all over the place and realise that it was me.

But I can’t help it! It’s an involuntary reaction to being happy that stems from when I was a kitten, eagerly awaiting my mother’s milk, salivating in anticipation :3

I hope Carla bought some biscuits today, I’ve missed them.

Tibbington Aloysius Wilfred Esquire

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lucky kitten

lucky kitten

“Woodstock at the Scratching Post”
I tie-dyed that funky ensemble myself :3

“Woodstock at the Scratching Post”

I tie-dyed that funky ensemble myself :3

Poor thing :(
(nice hat though)

Poor thing :(

(nice hat though)

what a lucky duck! (well… cat.)

what a lucky duck! (well… cat.)

42

I’m pretty sure that’s the meaning of life!

If only I knew how to decode it…

how many roads must a man walk down until you can call him a man?

My estimation is 42.

:’(

The gals are leaving me behind

I hope they have a nice trip but return with better tasting biscuits, I’m getting sick of these tuna salmon things

I know I write about food a lot, but it’s my passion.

:3

Tibtastic

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