January 12 {12/366}: Kitten close-up! Sitting on my lap, stunting my productivity. As usual.

No I mean yoooooou crank dat soulja cat.

IT’S MY CAT IN A BOX.

Well I was cutting a bag up to use in packing orders, but then this happened.

Get out of there cat.  Remember when I told you that you light up my life?  I didn’t mean it that way cat.  I cannot plug you in to create ambient mood lighting on my patio.  I don’t even want to think about which end I would need to insert into the socket…or, even worse, which end the plug would go into you.  And, from the look on your face, you don’t like that idea either.

(via getoutoftherecat)

Snort-laughing.

Out of control WhiteStrip swag.

The daily (151/365): I realize that like 75% of my daily photos are of my cat, but you can just deal with that, because my cat is cute every day.

The daily (144/365): I think Eli does this when I’m super busy, just to rub it in my face that he is a cat and therefore has absolutely nothing better to do than nap all day.

The daily (140/365): I use brown grocery bags to package most of my orders, and unfortunately Eli thinks that my stacks of supplies are actually lounging pads for him. Wrong. Stop trying to win me over with your cute eyes and innocent expression, cat.

In which Yowler Cat yells excessively, is chided, refuses to come when called as usually, clings to my sweatshirt with his hooks, says hello to the internets, and then tries to steal my coffee.