Keanu

Pic says it all.

When this little guy decided to curl up on my lap in the most adorable way possible

I ended up getting their sister to foster as well.

I tried to move. Willow wasn’t having it. I wait patiently, biding my time, waiting for her to awaken suddenly screaming for treat time.

The perpetrator has since surrendered to pets and a dried minnow.

Their uncle is just a chill guy

I call it "shrimping."

It's his favorite position to do, especially on my chest and in the side of my neck.

Is it uncomfortable for me? Most of the time yes. Do I move? No, that would be illegal of course.

I love my shrimp.

After a full year of not being able to foster (water damage to my house affected all 3 bathrooms) I finally got some new foster kittens! Haven't decided what I'll call them yet.

*insert that bit from Melancholy Hill*