The classic: cat in a box.
I’ve always wanted a wicker whale-cat.
“Watch where you step, buddy!”
I’m not sure how I feel about this bundt cake…
“This arch support is purrrfect.”
This vase is overflowing with cuteness…and fur.
No one told me the new Audi came with a catholder.
Seriously? Is this a thing now?
“You gotta get that tail in there, too, Fred.”
“Why’d we to move to Florida?! It’s TOO hot!”
“…Hope you don’t mind that I threw all the stuff that was in here on the floor.”
“Really, though, do you guys never use soap on your feet?”
“You don’t mind if I sleep in this me-shaped box, right?”
What came first, the kitty, or the kitty-sized pocket?
“Maybe it’s time to consider some Odor-Eaters in here…”
So that’s why my crescent rolls were furry.
Once you pop, the cute don’t stop.
…But is it weird that I really want chips now?
Extra credit for tininess. Points docked for the needle I swallowed on Friday.
Oh hello! Are you the new vet assistant?
Charlie thought this was a better idea than giving his brother a solo turn in the vase.
Since when did cats sprout greenery when left in the sunshine?
You put the mouse in the coconut…
He’s stowing away for a rainy day.
“I bet you $5 that Carl doesn’t even realize we’re not tissues.”
This owl has found the ultimate swaddle spot.
