Peaches refuses to be outdone by some newcomer.
Basket of fluff! I don’t know where the actual cat is in there.
She’s so cute. And, as a kitten, very, very pesty. I made the mistake of asking my mom what to call her, and she suggested Bluey, and… the name stuck.
My aunt is a scatterbrain, so of course her much more reliable husband is going to inform everyone about the wedding, by phone since it’s not a formal affair. Unless he’s so busy helping to plan it that he, I don’t know, forgets.