
Eats random things around the apartment, puked on the carpet, then demands snuggles and affection for his hard work.

Christmas was too exciting. In the midst of posting this, bad girl ripped open my pack of chicken and thought it was a play toy. Guilty!

This bad girl had to go to the doctor. At the vet, she posed for many belly rubs with the staff. Afterwards, we went out for cat “ice cream” and got some fancy treats for stirring in the antibiotics. WHAT A BAD GIRL