The house’s resident XYs share a lazy, hairy Sunday.
Woke up to this.
Apparently it’s ’70s Stache Day at school?
How we do.
Just us humans here, Netflix and chillin’, nothing to see.
I’m not the only sucker for this, right?
Is it humanly possibly to say no to this? It’s like Machiavelli disguised as a baby bunny, the manipulation is so pwecious and adowwabow!
Caturday night’s alright for uniting.
Mama’s bed is the hot spot for wearing a cat as a hat.