This guy is on my lap right now. Tux.

The first one was Crookleshanks (it’s not spelled or pronounced right on purpose), that one is her mom, Toots.

And oh my doodness!!!

Tux is missing quite a bit of his little cat mind, so he'll be indoors for life.

Then there’s Fuzzlebutt

All my indoors cats are defective, or just visiting.

I like Fuzzlebutt!

I can get that.

Then my sidekicky chicky, Lynnyx.

I have one like that.

That’s her fat self on my computer.

Wondering why mama has no beef jerky.

Then there’s Queen Sophie who only drinks water from the bathtub faucet.

Awe, sweet babies.

FuzzleButt is drinking my sweet tea right now. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Nameless. She was born with deformed back legs and a rupture, so her fatness isn't from overeating.

Oh sweet baby.

Swirl is handsome, and stupid.

Tiny was three inches long six months ago.

That reminds me of my last one, my big boy, Kaspar

The orange one I mean.

Tiny has one eye.

Awe.

A rare picture of Hateful Kate.

Oh nice name.

She's blinking. She normally wears a deep scowl and despises the world.

Oh yeah?

That’s kind of hilarious.

Trouble.

Trouble is....insane.

Cuteness overload warning

His entire bloodline shares that kinked-up, deformed tail, and they all go nuts at age two.

In Trouble's case, full declawing and being fixed still didn't stop him from killing other cats, so he spent a decade in kitty solitary.

We couldn't leave him loose indoors, or let him loose outside.

Oh man. That had to be rough.

my uncle named his cat bastard bcs the cat kept jumping up on the counter and knocking everything over

I envy how relaxed mitch is

Look at him! He's living the best life