Everyone, meet Puddin' Face. Puddin' Face, meet everyone.

This is Puddin' Face, not to be confused with Pudding Face.


Pudding Face just isn't right, it doesn't fit. He's got more attitude that a Pudding Face could have, it needs to be represented, it needs to be Puddin' Face.


Plus, he definitely prefers Puddin' Face.


And I for one do not argue with a cat. You're bound to lose. Just so's you know


Puddin' Face is a man's man. or...a man's cat. or something. whatever :p


He makes cuddling manly.


See those claws? You don't want to be telling him that cuddling isn't manly....do you?


Not that he'd ever do anything with those claws because, well...that would involve effort. He's not particularly fond of effort. effort requires, well, a lot of effort. And effort = work.


Isn't being a cat all about not working?


If he wanted to work, he would have been a dog. I mean really.


Puddin' Face definitely ruled the roost 'round these parts for a long time.


For 6 years to be exact. Until a certain boy child arrived and turned all our worlds upside (for the better, as if).


Puddin' Face wasn't too thrilled with having his position usurped, but he's a man, he dealt with it just fine.



And really, who doesn't love a baby?



Now a toddler...those aren't as lovable. Especially when they sit on you.


Now who's king of the castle?