this is the last thing a catnip mouse sees
wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle
Wiggle wiggle mother fucker
now WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE….yeah.
every cat lady’s fantasy
reblog this if you are a sack of flesh with temporary consciousness on a tiny rock flying through space
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How many of these photosets are there
Me in the morning
listening to music in your room like
"hey do you wanna get food, i’ll pay"
"hey do you want to hang out tonight?"
"we’ll have food"