My cats bring out the crazy in me.
I know I know, working in mental health we avoid using the rudely used word crazy. Today I make an exception. Maybe I should say instead that my kitties make me look unglued. Act wacky. Talk dippy. Become nutty. Make the fact that I have a screw loose crystal clear. Whichevs. These facts were apparent the second I looked at the photo above. I was trying to look cute and happy, I swear to god. NONE of them turned out this way. I find this totally appropriate because one thing is true: I am completely crazy about my cats. LORD, I love them all.
I thought it would be nice to mix things up and have kitty cameos this week for my IAPOMS. I was planning on having my Him take 'em but I just couldn't wait for him to get home. Unfortunately I didn't have much luck with the actual cute and happy look, but I did master the maniacal.
I am proud to say that my kitties are all body positive. I'll probably have a guest post by them sometime explaining why they love themselves, but until then you'll just have to trust me.
Whelp, at least Inga is photogenic.