My boy Nigel is all grown up but I still think he has the face of a little baby ❤️

Photo of orange cat upside down on top of kitchen cabinet. Caption reads, "cause of death...no kisses".

And I love them so much 💓

It was just a couple days before Christmas when they found her meowing loudly on their back porch. She was very thin, and skittish around people. My parents put out bowls of food for her and slowly won her trust, and now she's the sweetest (but loud!) creature.

They originally though she was a boy and named her Chris, but after they were finally able to get her to a vet, the name became Chrissy.

[Image description: a fluffy, long-haired orange cat lying on a bed of mulch, looking at the camera.]

After we named him Schrödinger we quickly realized that orange cats have one braincell and there's no way this cat has object permanence, let alone understands quantum superposition.

Orange Boy's favorite activities include sleeping, napping, light napping, yelling for cat food, yelling for cat snacks, getting REAL high off the fresh catnip I grow outside, getting the munchies, then yelling for cat snacks, jealously guarding his sleeping basket from his younger brother, and napping with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed because he likes live dangerously.

Need I mention he's missing some teeth so sometimes he has a Clint Eastwood style snarl?