
And a Merry KatNap Christmas!

Cats, Guns, and more. What’s not to love?


The alternative being:


Shot the sh*t with some buddies and buddettes. Spotted for some shooters from beginners to advanced. Smiles were had.
But coming home to this is just fine:


Five years old today.

Or two!

Y’all are just going to have to chill. Like these two:

Had to work on stuff. But someone will supervise me tomorrow.


Me. *Heads to bathroom* 5 seconds later, Cat 1 pushes door open.
Cat 1: hey! where you go?
Me: Nowhere. I’m right here.
Cat 1: got food?
Me: No.
Cat 1: got scritches?
Me: Yup, c’mon over.
Cat 1: i bat you with tail.
Me: I love you too, Max.
Cat 2: hey! what going on? Got food?
Me: No. Scritches, Thor.
Cat 2: ok. i bat you with tail.
Cat 1: i sniff you butt, Thor.
Cat 2: no way, Zach.
Cats 1 and 2 depart rapidly.
Me. Flush. Go downstairs.
Cats 1 and 2: hey! where been? gots food?
Me: No. Scritches.
Cats 1 and 2: oh, bummer. later?
Me: Yes, later.
Cat 1: i sniff you butt, Thor!
Cat 2: no way, Zach! *races off*
Cat 3: boyz . . . i watch from on high.

