Tumbler, not to be confused with tumblr, is my special kitty. He was born with cerebellar hypoplasia and some mental defects, but is the best cat in the world. No, he really is. I was lucky enough to find the best cat in the world. Sorry! He is never short on antics, love, and animal noises. He can be a sheep, an owl, a pig, and various other creatures. Also, like John Locke from LOST, don't tell him what he can't do. He may need a ramp to do stairs and have the inability to jump or climb due to his condition, but Tumbler has many dreams and a lot of persistence. You'll see. PS. He's named Tumbler because when he walks, he wobbles and/or falls over. Seemed fitting.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! Sometimes when I’m sleepy and Juice is next to me, I just cover up with her tail and hold it in place like a security blanket. Then I feel all snuggled and know I can go to sleep while she keeps watch at the front door.
Hi! It’s me, Tumbler! I saved you a spot right next to me. Why are you not here? I have so much to tell you. Hello? Hello? Mraow? Okay…I’ll wait.
Love, Tumbler
#cat #catsofinstagram #ohtumbler
Heart-to-heart chats are very important.
Love, Tumbler
“Look deeeeeeep into my eyes…you are getting verrrry sleepy.” Love, Tumbler #catsofinstagram #cat #tumbler
Tumbler told me he wanted to be caught in a trap.
I told him to live the dream.
1) Tumbler got into the candy canes. 2) Tumbler and Juice fought over the last candy cane. 3) Juice watched in horror as Tumbler licked the last candy cane. 4) Juice cried in the background while Tumbler enjoyed his festive treat. #ohTumbler #cats #catsofinstagram #instacollage #christmas
Tumbler told me he wanted to be the headless horseman. I told him to live the dream. (While I was out finding a horse for him, Juice took care of removing his head.) #catsofinstagram #ohtumbler
Tumbler told me he wanted to be an exercise buff.
I told him to live the dream.
Tumbler told me he needed a time-out.
I told him to live the dream.
Then he put himself in the corner.
Tumbler told me he wanted to wear jeans.
I told him to live the dream.
(He couldn’t quite figure out that legs go into pants, not heads.)
