Kickin it wit mumzy.
Ginger Grant likes a cat-toes massage whilst I stream.
Rainy Sunday morning.
Nap game on point.
Cosy as all.
Husband sneak-snap whilst getting our nap on.
Selfius interruptus.
Honestly, this asshole.
These charming men.
The house’s resident XYs share a lazy, hairy Sunday.
How we do.
Just us humans here, Netflix and chillin’, nothing to see.
Caturday night’s alright for uniting.
Mama’s bed is the hot spot for wearing a cat as a hat.
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
Pfffffft.
Ginger Grant never met a party favor she didn’t love (to death).