My litter box and is cleaned after every poop and pee. But the bathroom door was open so why not…. They go in there…

My name is Nero. I used the boys big lego box as my personal kitty litter box. I am not ashamed.
PS. I di No.1’s & No.2’s Yeah!

“I chewed up the young one’s headphones” and mommy thinks it’s the third pair. The worst part is I chewed them up when the young one wasn’t looking, and I tried to chew them even more when she was taking the picture!

I like to move it move it, I like to hump it!

What pretty lights ……they won’t last long.
-Nevaeh

It isn’t even my cat but I look after him.

Pookie is a spoiled little brat. She begs for food worse than a dog, taunts the stray cat we feed at the back door, drinks out of the fish tank knowing she isn’t allowed on the counter, and only wants attention on her command. Even though she’s rotten, we still love her.

P.S. she’s taunting the stray as I type this

My name is Jujuba, I drank from a puddle of wash water and puked around the house (twice).

I ate a 1 meter rope I was playing with and now when I poop I get scared by the poop clinging from the rope exiting my but and run around the house searing poop everywhere.

PS.: And I roll over it so besides cleaning the house my dad has to wash me too.