Peak Gigi energy is coming home to find out she ripped open a slim Jim snack pack box and bit through every stick in the box and punctured their plastic wrapping Exactly Once Each.
he lives...somewhere. nearby. not sure where. neighbors know him, but he's not their boy. first time I saw him I thought I was looking at some sort of cryptid because the lad is MASSIVE. maybe purebred maine coon? real deep-set eyes, weirdly human face.
he yells a lot in a tiny tiny voice when he spots me and slinks away into the grass. but a couple months ago he got CLOSE
CRYPTID FACE
a week after this encounter he stuck his enormous noggin directly through my open window and yelled his tiny yell while I was on a zoom call and scared the shit out of me
but I like him.
this morning I was down in the meadow and he turned up and let me pet his ears and then went to lurk in the grass like he knew it was his color so long story short I believe we are bros now.
“Although not domesticated, Murley enjoyed spending time with Sabine Wren, greeting and following her around in her tower, finding the living space comfortable.”
Nice to know that cat’s randomly deciding you have a cat now is a thing in Star Wars.