This may or may not describe Christine and me in social settings.

Someone’s got there very own Maxwell now.

Christine does not appreciate the fur mosaic that it my kitten.

thedailywhat:

Eight Lives Left of the Day: Though it may look like one of those gag arrows from your local novelty store, this one’s no joke.

A three-year-old cat named Max returned home after a two-day walkabout with a surprise for its Santa Cruz owners: An arrow stuck in his head. Luckily the pointed projectile completely missed his brain, and was safely removed at a nearby veterinary hospital.

Despite several leads from canvassing the neighborhood, authorities say they have no shooting suspects as of yet.

[reuters / gawker.]

Arrow to the head beats a bullet to the leg?

(Source: thedailywhat)

Christine has too much free time on her hands.

It’s happening again.

And they called it puppy love.  Sometimes there is just too much adorableness in my house.

I am becoming my mom with the addition of another cat to our household. This ball of fluffy cuteness is Murphy.

I know it’s hard to tell, but there are 5 cats on this Pussy Palace bed.

I wouldn’t have put it past Jason to post something like this when Maxwell was still alive.

Maxwell would get regular baths since he was a 3-legged slob, but he’d never look this damn precious in the water.

wellthatsadorable:

Fall is coming, motherfuckers. It’s being brought to us one leaf at a time by this baby puppy, and I’m afraid I’m going to “awwww!” myself to death before it’s over. A noble end, as far as I’m concerned.

(via poppychild)

My dog is helping.

liketheorange:

Reference!

It looks like Leia.

(via houseoforange)

At one point in her lifetime, Leia was really fat.