no, seriously, i'm not moving

...okay, it turns out the chair wasn't for me. but i'm staging a sit-in. well, it's more of a laze-in, but you get the point.

you shouldn't have!

my grandma on my dad's side got this amazing new chair! just for me! how did she know??

in the way

see, my mom was trying to take some photos of these stupid jars she just put in the guest room.

but then she saw a ghost in the mirror.

i was like, "sur-praaaahhhhhhhhhsss, mom! it's meh!"

then i tried to make eye contact with her in REAL life, instead of in the mirror.

but i failed. so i had to sit there looking depressed until she snuggled me.

having a scrunch

it's winter time, people, and that means i'm dealing with some seeeeriously dry skin. my mom put this stuff called "shea butter" on my belly when it was flaky, and i licked it off immediately because, hey, FREE SHEA BUTTER.

...so now i like to have a little rub-down against any surface i can find. it does wonders for me.

natty lite

this is me in natural lighting, so you know my cuteness isn't just the product of soft bulbs and reflection screens.

same face, different backgrounds

this is my PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEE face. i use it in dire circumstances, like when my mom's trying to get work done, or i can smell food but can't locate a plate of it set on the ground, just for me.

oh, don't mind me

i'm just sitting here being impossibly cute.