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Champy just wanted to stop by and say hello.
25/06/2026

Champy just wanted to stop by and say hello.

This heat is becoming unreasonable.This morning I wandered next door to Susan’s in search of cooler temperatures and emo...
25/06/2026

This heat is becoming unreasonable.
This morning I wandered next door to Susan’s in search of cooler temperatures and emotional support.
Mainly cooler temperatures I found Susan exactly where I expected.
In her armchair in front of the television.
Watching one of those daytime quiz shows where the contestants somehow don’t know the answer to questions Susan has already answered three times.
The second I walked in she pointed at the television and shouted, “IT’S BIRMINGHAM YOU DAFT BUGGER.”
The contestant could not hear her but this has never stopped Susan.
I flopped onto the rug
Too warm!
Moved to the tiles by the fireplace
Too warm!
Moved to the patch by the back door
Still too warm!
Then I tried the hallway
Then under the coffee table
Then behind the armchair
Honestly I was changing locations so often I looked like I was being chased.
After about ten minutes Susan put her glasses down and watched me.
I flopped dramatically onto my side, then onto my other side then onto my back.
Then back onto my side.
Nothing was helping!
“Aw old girl,” said Susan “you don’t like this heat do you darling ?”
No Susan I do not.
At this point a mouse could have strolled through the living room carrying a sandwich and I would’ve just wished him well!
That’s how hot it was.
Meanwhile Susan was becoming increasingly concerned every few minutes she’d look over, “You alright my sweetheart?”
Mh!
Five minutes later
“You sure you’re alright?”
Mh!
Then she got up and poked her head into the kitchen, “Come on then, go and lay on the tiles”
Friends I tried I really did, I made it halfway into the kitchen, laid down for thirty seconds, then got up again because apparently I had forgotten how to be comfortable.
Back into the lounge
Back onto the rug
Back to the kitchen
Back to the lounge
At one point I was so warm I accidentally walked into the wrong room and spent two minutes staring at a cupboard wondering why I’d gone there!
Susan started laughing, “oh old girl you’re cooked”
Rude then she disappeared and returned with a little saucer of water.
I drank some.
She stroked my head so I laid down
Then instantly got back up and laid down somewhere else.
Got back up again
Honestly I was becoming a nuisance to myself.
Eventually Susan folded her arms, “No”
That’s never a good sign, “You’re too hot here, I’m ringing your mother”
I am an independent woman a former barn cat a professional and yet ten minutes later Mum appeared through the front door.
Susan immediately pointed at me, “Look at her”
Mum looked at me, I looked at Mum.
We both knew.
Mum sighed, “I’m risking my hands getting shredded picking her up in this weather”
Correct I was basically a heated blanket with opinions and claws!
Still, she scooped me up anyway Immediately with no hesitation, just straight into her arms.
And honestly? It was quite nice.
I rested my head against her shoulder while Susan fussed over me.
“Make sure she gets in front of that fan”
“She will” mum replied
“Poor old girl” Susan said patting my head
I wasn’t dying I was suffering theatrically and entirely different thing.
Mum carried me home like some sort of overheated princess returning from exile.
Take me to the fan, mighty steed my strength fades and my kingdom grows warm!
Back home Mum plopped me onto the kitchen sofa directly in front of the fan it was Immediate relief!
Cool air.
Within minutes I was stretched out with my eyes closed and my whiskers fluttering in the breeze.
Mum smiled and called Susan to let her know I was alright and now on mums lap in front of the fan
And for a little while I just sat there on mums lap slowly cooking her thinking how lucky I am!
Because not every cat gets a Susan worrying about them next door.
And not every cat gets a Mum who’ll come and carry them home when the world feels a bit too much.
Even when that world is just a very hot Monday
Hahaha

“When I got adopted, I got a Daddy! He is our Hydration Specialist, Head Turf Manager, Chief Executive Officer of Should...
25/06/2026

“When I got adopted, I got a Daddy! He is our Hydration Specialist, Head Turf Manager, Chief Executive Officer of Shoulder Rubs, and Procurement Director of Steaks and Desserts. He is pretty great. Today, I observed that he procured some pumpkin ice creams for dogs!”

Word goes out that the ac unit isn’t working at the ranch, it’s hot and we have to take a look at that quickly. Turns ou...
25/06/2026

Word goes out that the ac unit isn’t working at the ranch, it’s hot and we have to take a look at that quickly.
Turns out Zannah and her big butt on the counter flipped the switch on the thermostat to heat 😆

A puppy’s life is full of so many firsts. Yesterday, Clementine observed her first tornado warning! 🌪️That meant lots of...
25/06/2026

A puppy’s life is full of so many firsts. Yesterday, Clementine observed her first tornado warning! 🌪️
That meant lots of very loud phone noises, and then heading to the basement. Clementine got to explore the part of the basement that dates back to the 1800s. The thunder booms predicted snacks for the dogs, and Clementine gave the whole experience a 9/10. It wasn’t a 10/10 because she got very bored at the end. 🍊
It’s my job to make sure even the scary firsts are as good as they can be for Clementine. Next time, I’ll remember snacks for myself. 🥨

I used to sleep with my mom and cuddle… but I don’t think she’ll let me sleep with her anymore.Because last night?I turn...
24/06/2026

I used to sleep with my mom and cuddle… but I don’t think she’ll let me sleep with her anymore.
Because last night?
I turned her face into a launchpad and gave her a black eye.
So, this is how it happened…
Mom’s bed is right under her bedroom window, and since we’re on the second floor, I can see EVERYTHING from up there—trees, yards and yards of land, neighborhood drama, and most importantly…
SQUIRRELS.
Not just one.
TWO.
Fully caffeinated.
Zero supervision.
Running, jumping, chasing each other like they just committed tax fraud and the FBI was after them.
Absolute chaos.
Now understand something about me…
I don’t watch squirrels.
I participate emotionally.
My heart rate? 400.
My brain? OFF.
My decisions? ILLEGAL.
So there I am… locked in… eyes wide… body vibrating like a broken washing machine.
And then it happened.
One squirrel made a jump.
A BIG jump.
And I said…
“Oh we doing parkour now?? SAY LESS.”
Next thing you know—
I didn’t stand on Mom’s face.
I LAUNCHED.
Full WWE.
Zero hesitation.
Maximum betrayal.
Her face?
Used.
Her eyes?
Filed a complaint.
Her pillow?
Witness.
Her soul?
Left her body.
I used her HEAD as a stepping stool, a trampoline, and a personal viewing platform to witness this National Geographic situation unfolding outside.
Mom woke up mid-flight like—
“WHY IS THERE A HORSE IN MY BED—”
Too late.
Impact had already been delivered.
Now she’s sitting there with a black eye, trying to explain it to people like—
“I… walked into something.”
Ma’am.
You didn’t walk into anything.
YOU GOT ATTACKED BY WILDLIFE.
And by wildlife…
I mean me.
She’s very embarrassed and hasn’t told anyone about it…
But I’m telling EVERYONE.
Because if I get banned from cuddles…
We all go down together.

🚨 This is not a drill! The Bunny Mafia is dropping off baby mobsters in our flower pots! 🌼🐰 I’m not sure what to do, but...
24/06/2026

🚨 This is not a drill! The Bunny Mafia is dropping off baby mobsters in our flower pots! 🌼🐰 I’m not sure what to do, but Grandma says they’re using our house as a safe house because all of us dogs barking scare off bigger predators. 😂🐕 Honestly, I just bark to make them leave I don’t want any bunny business around here! 🐾 And just to be clear I don’t babysit mobsters! 🍼💼

It started as a normal walk.Peaceful.Respectable.Professional.I was conducting my routine duties:Perimeter checkGrass in...
23/06/2026

It started as a normal walk.
Peaceful.
Respectable.
Professional.
I was conducting my routine duties:
Perimeter check
Grass inspection
Light sniff-based surveillance
Everything… under control.
Then—
The ground attacked me.
Out of nowhere… the grass started SHOOTING WATER.
Not rain.
Not normal water.
Targeted. Aggressive. Personal.
One second I’m minding my business…
Next second—
PSHHHHHHHHHH
A jet of water came out like it had a personal vendetta.
I jumped.
Not a small jump.
A full “this is how I leave Earth” jump.
I looked at Dad.
He looked at me.
No instructions. No protection. Just vibes.
Then another one went off.
Behind me.
Then another.
Left side.
Right side.
This wasn’t a sprinkler system.
This was an ambush.
I tried to escape.
But every direction I chose…
MORE WATER.
It was like the grass had a group chat and they were coordinating.
So I did what any highly trained professional would do.
I ran.
Full speed.
Zero plan.
Pure survival.
Circles.
Tight turns.
Random zig-zags like I was dodging invisible lasers.
At one point I ran directly into another sprinkler.
We made eye contact.
It won.
Mom was yelling,
“IT’S OKAY, BABY!”
Ma’am.
Respectfully.
The earth is attacking your child.
Dad?
Laughing.
Laughing like this was entertainment.
Sir.
I trusted you with my life.
In the middle of the chaos… I made a decision.
I chose Mom.
I jumped.
Not a gentle jump.
A full “save me or we both go down” launch.
She was not ready.
Not even a little.
She went down like a folding chair at a family BBQ.
Flat. On the ground.
Immediately soaked.
And now?
The sprinklers locked onto her like she was the main target.
Direct hits. No mercy.
Dad ran in to help.
Big mistake.
In my moment of fear… I jumped again.
This time onto Dad.
Full baby mode.
“Hold me. Protect me. This is your responsibility.”
He also was not ready.
Man collapsed like his legs got disconnected from the WiFi.
Now both of them on the ground.
Wet. Confused. Regretting life.
They tried to get up—
I panicked again.
AND JUMPED ON THEM BOTH.
At this point it wasn’t a rescue mission anymore.
It was a pile.
A soaked, chaotic, screaming pile of bad decisions.
Sprinklers still firing.
Neighbors watching.
Dad questioning everything.
Mom yelling my full government name.
And me?
Just trying to survive.
This was not a walk.
This was a full family takedown
💦🌊🐶😂

Momma always calls dis my “Whatchu talking’ ‘bout, Willis?” expression. (Who remembers that show?) ❤️🐾😂
23/06/2026

Momma always calls dis my “Whatchu talking’ ‘bout, Willis?” expression. (Who remembers that show?) ❤️🐾😂

Happy Father’s Day to the spare human 😼❤️Now before anyone gets emotional, let’s be clear, Dad was never supposed to be ...
22/06/2026

Happy Father’s Day to the spare human 😼❤️
Now before anyone gets emotional, let’s be clear, Dad was never supposed to be my favourite.
That position was already taken by Mum approximately three seconds after I moved in.
Dad started as support staff, backup management, assistant to the regional Human, and yet somehow, over the years, he has quietly worked his way into my inner circle.
Mainly because he’s useful.
For example, Dad is excellent at opening things.
Doors
Treat cupboards
Packets
The fridge
His wallet
Very important skills!!
He’s also the human most likely to accidentally share food.
Mum sees a roast chicken and thinks “Dinner for the family”
Dad sees a roast chicken and thinks, “I wonder if Felix would like some?”
The answer is always yes!
I’ve also noticed that Dad has spent years pretending he doesn’t spoil me.
He’ll say things like, “Don’t encourage him”
Then immediately move his arm because I look slightly more comfortable than he does.
I’ve watched this man balance a cup of tea at a 47 degree angle for forty minutes because I fell asleep on him!
That’s not discipline!
That’s surrender!
And honestly?
I respect it
The thing about dads is they’re often the quiet humans.
They don’t always make the biggest fuss.
They don’t always get the credit.
But they’re the ones who help Mum when I decide to create a household emergency at 1am.
They’re the ones who come looking when I vanish somewhere I’m not meant to be
They’re the ones who drive me to the vet while listening to me sing the songs of my people for twenty minutes straight.
They’re the ones who somehow end up sharing their chair, their blanket, their dinner and occasionally their dignity.
Dad has put up with a lot from me, the screaming, the chaos, the allergies, the missing teeth.
The 5am wake up calls.
The fact I somehow take up an entire king sized bed despite being a cat.
And through all of it he’s loved me anyway.
Which, frankly, is the behaviour of a very good human.
So Happy Father’s Day, Dad ❤️
Thank you for the treats
Thank you for the cuddles
Thank you for always being on Team Felix, even when Team Felix is making some very questionable decisions.
I may be Mum’s baby.
But you’re my Dad and that’s a pretty important job.
Now come and sit down…
I need your chair
😼🐾❤️
Felix Dad’s Best Mate 🖤🤍

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