My husband went into the garage to find something stupid. Newton followed him in. Opps.
He watched spiders.
He pooped.
Then covered it with a box.
He counted to infinity.
Questioned his existence.
Ate a beetle.
Organized all of our tools.*
Changed the oil in my car.
He had to sleep on concrete.
We love you, Newton. You’re a good cat.
*We don’t own any of these tools, actually.
“Together forever, perfectly harmonised for all eter-nya-ty.”
amazing
HOLY SHIT! There is so much fucking awesome happening in this my brain exploded!
flying tackle maneuver to keep cat from throwing up in kitchen = not a success.
Held her over the balcony, and she refused to do it even though I could feel her trying to.
Now she’s back inside in the “i’m trying not to throw up pose”
>:{
My graduation cake said Fight On Little Pony
Oh my God I want this for my shibis birthday cake
yessssssssssssssssss
