Simba’s actually finishing up a yawn in this picture, but I like it because he looks like he’s smiling.

After two weeks of being over at R’s, Simba came back over to my place tonight. Simba usually goes to R’s when I travel, but over the course of the last six months, we’ve had to deal with urinary tract infections. That means trips to the vet and since I know R will not take my cat to a crappy vet, he handles the office visits for me so I don’t have to take time off of work (have I mentioned what an awesome boyfriend I have??)

Simba’s getting to be a certain age in cat years where I’ve got to be more careful about what I feed him. Especially since he’s been neutered. So since this is round number two of UTI goodness, Simba’s got a permanent diet change and can only drink bottled water for the rest of his kitty life. He’s also currently taking antibiotics and anti-anxiety meds.

Anti-anxiety meds lead to looks like this:

This is Simba’s Stoner Look. It says “okay, you’re taking a picture of me again and I don’t give a rat’s patootie about that.”

And it eventually leads to this look:

This look says “Do whatever you want lady. I’m going back to my nap on the corner of your bed.”