I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
I GET SO EXCITED WHEN ALL FOUR OF MY CATS ARE IN THE SAME ROOM OMG
You always have that one follower who attacks your notifications in the middle of the night and goes through your blog, reblogging everything in sight.
And you’re just like:
even if hannibal wasn’t a cannibalistic serial killer why would you want to hang out with him anyway he’s so pretentious
"heart tartare" kiss my ass hannibal order a pizza