fannylemon:

My pretty little baby gentleman angel clinically neurotic considerably overweight perfect kittycat Stuart turned eleven today. He had some Fancy Cakes to celebrate.  Later my mom dragged out and gave to him a Snuggie that she bought for someone and then lost in her closet last Christmas and I wrapped him in it and apologized for the possible size-shaming implied by the XXL logo on it because this particularly Snuggie was made to look like an athletic sweatshirt (which is actually hilarious because athleticism and entombing one’s self in fleece on your couch could not be more disparate) and then I made him stare at my face for a long time while I told him, as I often do, that he is the only male specimen I have never hated at all/got real emotional for a minute because he was a present to me for my tenth birthday and we’re both getting old, he tried to bite me after awhile but it was fine, it was good.

Reblogging pictures of Tess’s fat cat as self-care.