Here, I talk about them a bunch but here are my cats, Chaya and Kessel.

They love me and each other very much, and spend most of their resting time with their limbs interlaced in their favourite cat tree or on my bed.

They have three cat trees, several beds and play houses to sleep in, but they choose to snuggle all the time because they are made entirely of love and kindness. They are gentle and sweet cats and I figure y'all would like to see them in the event you have not seen them yet.

She saw him all comfy cozy and decided to rip the blanket clean off his sweet little body and sit on him

I am blessed to have two beautiful, affectionate, sweet cats who love each other dearly.

A work in progress of a little painting I am doing of my cats.

Have this badly edited picture of my kitties. I felt like it looked like those photos people get of their children as infants and toddlers to show people, but it needed that classic "generic photo studio" looking background

I made some keychain, the first one was a gift for my friend... Both her pets are black, the right one is my kitties.

Me explaining to my cat why I moved the cup away from her:

"I am putting this over here because you make dumb choices. I am not saying you're dumb, because I genuinely do not beleive you are dumb. But you do make choices that, in the moment, feel like really good, fun choices. These choices you make turn out to be very bad choices. And you usually learn to stop making them, but sometimes a single instance of these choices can have devastating effects, so please listen to me when I ask you not to tip my water onto my work laptop. Thank you."

My cat:

-reaching for the cup again-

I feel sad when I lay in bed alone and neither of my two beautiful cats is ever inclined to sleep with me... Like what's the point of having the cutest cats ever if they aren't even gonna cuddle you when you're laying down?

And here's my sweet babies hogging the love seat. Chaya has gotten so big! Now I have a very long baby girl, and a very big beefy boy.

My sweet baby girl Chaya stole both the tiny camel and the tiny panda knitted cat toys, leaving my poor sweet boy, Kessel, without a knitted plush cat nip toy to play with. Such a cute little greedy baby!

I love that both my cats try desperately to show me that an accident was made, but I also deeply hate when they smear shit on the carpet in a fucking panic.

Like they panic and if the poop isn't immediately near me, they will try to roll/drag it toward where I am so they can scream to show me there's a mess... Which inadvertently causes a much more significant mess...

And if they aren't dragging a turd over to me they are dragging tissues, paper towels (entire rolls) or plastic bags over the offending mess (both poops and hairballs) in a misguided but very sweet attempt to clean up after themselves.

I hate it but I also appreciate that their little cat hearts are in the right place.