My name is Brittney, and I aspire to become a writer. I'm fifteen years old and I would like to welcome you to my blog for all your picture, to text post needs.
This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf
Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.
one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life
Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.
HE LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE JUST TOLD HIM TO RUN INTO THE NEXT ROOM FOR A SURPRISE AND HE GOES AND BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR TO SEE THAT THERE’S A MASSIVE BALLPIT SET UP JUST FOR HIM TO PLAY IN
