Creepy Cat Lady Status is Definite

I was perusing my laptop's photobooth photos, and came to the startling conclusion that I am a creepy cat lady.  They are all of Scamp.    Here is tiny baby kitten Scamp the first day he came home.

Here he is looking like a Simba Lion when we were posing for Auntie Patti.

 Rylee had snuck up on the bed here, which Scamp objected to, but not enough to give up his coveted spot right in my way.  We never really worked out a steady truce.

Further evidence of his favorite place being where ever is most in the way, particularly on the keyboard.

Or in the sink.  

 Most of the other ones are me trying to capture how goddamn crazy he is laying on my face when I am trying to sleep.

 I like how both of our eyes are so sleepy.  And he is literally on my face.  Cat does not kid around.

I swear I'm not forcing it.  Sometimes I do.  But I'm not in any of these.  Dude just wants to snuggle.  Of course, it's consistently when I am trying to, you know, sleep.  But my schedule is obviously less important than Scamp's.  Because I am a cat lady.