I call this series “Corky and the Leaf.” It was her Thanksgiving dinner.

liketheorange:

Reference!

It looks like Leia.

(via houseoforange)

We are not Siamese.

(Source: robieliemegan)

This is my cat Nicholas.  He’s not as weird as the cats of the Pussy Palace, but he does enjoy feasting on a large serving of earwax and sleeping on a pile of wet laundry.  He’s also named after Nick Lachey.  And, no, I’m neither embarrassed or ashamed of that.

travelhighlights:

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

Here’s a Slim Aarons photo of a kitty-pool for you  :)

Fontainebleau Hotel, Miami, USA

I found a pool for the Pussy Palace.  It’s even close to me!

I’m convinced Mother Gussie’s cat, Ollie, is an alien (or at least not normal). Here’s my reasoning.

1. He’s a Manx which means he has no tail and long hind legs. This means his ass can never touch the floor when he sits. It just looks like it’s floating or something.
2. He cannot be left alone. The minute Mother Gussie leaves for work, Ollie sneaks into my room because he needs people more than oxygen.
3. He can only eat soft food on the kitchen counter. He thinks the floor is beneath him since that’s where the commoner cats eat.
4. He makes the face in the photo all the fuckin time! That’s not normal!

afitofvanity:

brave-slut:

tasteslikestatic:

thedaintysquid:

whalecake:leonuh:fuckyeahmoleskines

 Miss. Kitty does this all the fucking time.

One of the Pussy Palace residents was notorious for making bread on Big Moms’ chest pre-breast reduction. He probably missed those boobs more than random perverted passer-byers.

I told you she was a bitch.

They’re twins from a another mother.  Christine is probably squealing.