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How did I ever get so lucky? I love you, MJ.

What a weirdo.

Let me just curl up on Gunner’s bed with his toys.

Kitten Face Magoo must look over her minions.

4:30 PM snoozes are the shit.

I have, once again, claimed Gunner’s bed as my own.

Now I must lay in Gunner’s other bed because literally everything in the universe is mine.

Who even is she?

She is so the boss of their relationship. MJ loves to tease Gunner, making him chase her around and then darting under or behind things he can’t fit through.

Oh, also, she loves to swat at him for absolutely no reason. I love her.

The Adventures of Pook-a-Loo and the Dog Brother

Look at these two. They’re so perfect.

Even Gunner’s kennel is hers.

Stretchy baby.

I shall forever own Gunner’s bed.

Stoned model

Introspective kitten

It’s blurry because she’s a crazy person when she plays.

Where do we sleep? Gunner’s bed! Where do we never sleep? Our own bed!

Brooklyn 99 and The Mick are cancelled?!

Dear MJ,

You are the best kitten in the whole galaxy. I love your face and your toe beans and your feelers (whiskers) and your ‘fraidy’ run. I love your softness and your fur and your smell. I love when you curl up on my chest for rubs and cuddles. I love your loud meows and your obsession with windows. I love that you can make me laugh and smile no matter what. I love you with my whole heart.

You are wonderful, pook-a-loo. Never change.

Love,

Mommy

Once again, I ask: Who even is she?

Before vs. After

When you’re high as shit and there’s a knock at the door.

How MJ feels after watching Mommy and Daddy move all day.

You? Talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to me?

MJ is chilling at my mom’s house until Saturday so Bowser has time to adjust to us. She’s having a great time exploring and climbing and being super photogenic. In just a day and a half, MJ and Bowser will meet for the first time. I hope they love each other as much as we love the both of them.

She sees my soul.

Because apparently sleeping between the mattress and mattress cover is the right way to go.

Toe beans!

There is no better feeling than having your baby lay in your lap and sleep. I am so in love with you, MJ.

MJ is love. MJ is life.

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