I know this sounds weird considering I feed him and clean up after him (not to mention let him wake me up at 4am so he can sit on my chest and purr in my face) but sometimes I feel like Remy hates being here.

It's really silly- my apartment (although small & messy) is infinitely better than a grim cage at Petsmart. I may be boring and I won't let Remy play with yarn while I'm knitting with it but at least he has an owner. These are things I try to think about when he ignores me or sulks in a corner after he gets his meds. They generally make me feel better about the situation.

After my no good, very bad, terrible day yesterday I have to admit that was thoroughly cheered when I stumbled across this situation: