Side eye Sunday

I’m very cute, admit it

Why must my people leave the house? Unacceptable.

Please close the blinds. I’m napping 💤

Snuggle time

You may not pick up my monkey

🎶 I like big butts and I cannot lie

Sleep in Sunday

Not feeling well. Gibby circle time.

Resting. Shhh, do not disturb.

Me and Monkey love our pals

#4 here, to let Gibby’s pals know she passed away yesterday. I was her main maid and very trained by her tortitude. This was her last picture sleeping yesterday before she died. I will post in a few days but am devastated and need a little time. 🐾

Would Gibby’s pals like to see a ‘best of Gibby and her tortitude’ picture a day for 90 days before this account goes dormant?

Day #1 of Gibby Tortitude honor: Furless doing “Lion King” with Gibby. She tolerated it and once put down, she went and bit #4 because of it. Furless reigned supreme in her world and would never be bitten.

Day #2 of Gibby Tortitude honor: Gibby knew she wasn’t allowed on the counters and she mostly humored #4 but when her food arrived via Chewy, she always FIRMLY demanded “fresh crunchies” as #4 bagged them into smaller packaging.

Day #3 Gibson Tortitude honor. How it started - her first day with us. 1.5 pounds of fierce.

Day #4 of Gibby tortitude honor: tortitude tail fluff!

Day# 5 Gibby tortitude honor: finding out from the urgent screaming where Gibby was (first fridge foray).

Day #6 Gibby tortitude honor: that day she decided to climb into the basement ceiling (and Mike Staff had to close the ceiling up after that).

Day #7 Gibby tortitude honor: Gibby waited until #4 needed to use the sink and then flew into it, laid down, and gave the biggest ‘what are you gonna do about it’ look ever. Tortitude for the win; she was a pro!