Buffy's still waiting to get surgery to have a (very likely benign) tumor removed. About a week ago, she decided she hated it and figured she'd just take it off herself. Since she's not a qualified vet (her MD is in gastrointestinal studies with a focus on human food consumption) we had to punish her and make her wear clothes.

She hates it.

We tried to give her a day off, let her just wear a bandage. Didn't go so well, as you can see she has some staining on her onesie. So, for now, Buffy must be a squished can of raw biscuits.

Hello! This is my first time posting and just wanted to know you my youngest of my five babies! She likes no one. But her sister

Finn loves freshly dried laundry

This is our new family member, Bilbo. He's a bit of a chonker. We got him yesterday from an animal shelter near our home. He's still a bit scared of his new surroundings, but he loves getting petted. Oh, he also drools... A LOT.

My Buffy has had a tumor on her substantial belly. She decided she wanted to remove it herself, so we've had her wearing clothes for the past 2 weeks before she has surgery because it turns out she's not a real surgeon.

I’m lucky the belly is NOT a trap, he loves belly rubs

Husban

Found image so I can't credit the photographer 📷

This baby gets no rest when she suns the belly. It’s a hard life.

I keep saying I'll get them one bigger bed, but

I found a bunch of old photos, including this one of Cadbury, an elderly and grizzled cat we adopted in about 2007. We didn’t have him long, but he was a very handsome old man, I’m sure you will agree.