Are you my wife? because I swear that’s our cat.

1 ml white stuff for hey kidneys twice a day, 1/4-1/2 pill gabapentin once a day, 1/4 antacid once a day, then our little fluff gets her 5 ingredient wet food to keep it all down.

17 and a half years old now, far and away the best cat (or human trapped in a cats body) one could ask for. She’s our old fat fluff. Has to sleep on a person’s (preferably her mom’s) face every night since she lost her sister half a lifetime ago.

We got her two kittens a couple years ago so her personality would rub off on them. She loves being Mama cat. It was a crime against nature that they spayed her before she left the shelter.

Our poor baby was in a cage with 7 other kittens, the cage was marked “not feral” as anyone could see these were 7 (turns out 6) feral black cats, they were face level right next to the door, and every time anyone walked in a dozen clawed paws would reach out with the intent to maul and kill. Of course my wife (girlfriend at the time) says “I want that one” I told her she was crazy because they were clearly feral, you could tell by the sign that says “not feral” (20 cages in this room with half a dozen kittens each, this was the only one with the not feral tag on it.). But she wants that kitten, so I stand over by the door and let half a dozen feral kittens try their best to eat my face, she opens the cage (on the other side from the door) reaches in and captures that kitten. Before I’ve turned around that damn cat is already belly up in her arms being the sweetest little love muffin.

She hates her medicine, but we give her all the love after she takes it, and she’s realized she’s much too slow to scurry her fluffy butt away from us.

Give yours a bunch of head kisses next time you medicate them! From our fluff to yours!

Y’know, I don’t think I have ever seen a cat that shade of brown