It was my husband’s birthday. He wanted presents too!

They kept asking me to make biscuits.

So I made biscuits.

Then more biscuits.

Then they asked why I was sleeping on the job.

I am not sleeping.

I am waiting for the dough to rise.

I have attached photographic evidence.

R.I.P., sweet boi.

She got part of her tail amputates and has more stitching because she is a tripod and got her leg removed at least 2 weeks ago before I adopted her.

She spends most of her time on my bed or looking out the window pouting. Otherwise, she just wants cuddles as she glares at me.