I kid you not, this is a true story. Akima is our Princess. She’s dainty, and hates to get litter between her toes (seriously, when we force her into the box, she spends a good twenty minutes scraping her paws on the side of the litter box trying to get it off). So what does she do? She goes next to the litter box and then attempts to hide the evidence.

While I admire the thought she puts into it, I don’t think she quite understands the concept of a panty liner.

Okay, so I understand boxes. Boxes are cool. I’d hide in a box. In face, freshman year of college I had a TV box in my dorm room that I hid in occasionally. No joke. I had a light in there and I’d read. Don’t ask. I don’t know why I didn’t have that many friends back then. I always invited them to sit in my box but all I got were weird looks.

Boxes are cool. But the garbage? Satsuki is a smelly cat. Zane on the other hand always smells clean.

Now see, I love our cats. But they have this really nasty habit of being nocturnal. And while this was good and all in college when I just didn’t sleep, I’m an adult now you see (uh-huh, shut up) and I need my beauty rest. Zane, of course, thinks differently.

I need a new alarm clock. This one is broken.

Figured it was about time to introduce you to our three oldest cats.

Merlin has other nicknames too, but they’re slightly less appropriate. This is a family comic after all.