There ain't no party like an S Club party.

S stands for Shelter... and these kittens sure know how to live it up while they wait for their forever home.

Hey Monday...

Don't fucking tell me what to do.

Kiss Me.

Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety. You can be my lady.



Yes, mom is still on the Ed Sheeran kick.

I'll stand by you.

Or rather, sleep by you.

Rock N Roll Wednesdays are a thing.

And by "rock n roll" I mean sleep.

And by "party" I mean sleep some more.

Ice ice baby.

...the harpoon is my penis.

Any chance I can get a Dr. Horrible reference in I go for it. (Nathan Fillion is my mancrush.)

'Cause maybe you're loveable.

Mom's been listening to Ed Sheeran a lot lately ( she's excited because of some concert that she got tickets to or something... and she keeps talking about how he's a "Ginger God" ; completely forgetting that there can only be one God and his name is Spyder... but I digress). His lyrics are pretty amazing though, so even though I think she's put him on a bit of a pedestal, I'd suggest you all check him out.