flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Speaking of tubular, Mooch grows ever Maine Coon-ier, including a chunky little barrel of a body that would roll really well if he weren’t so squirmy. Also, I’m having to brush him daily now so that his belly fluff doesn’t turn into dreads. It’s been a challenge — he is not into belly brushing and very into brush biting — but the other day I was holding his front paws over his head in slightly disturbing fashion to get to dat belly, and he decided to maniacally lick my fingers instead of attacking. Yes that do that more please fluff face.