We've all had our low points, those times where the going gets tough. It's nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you get the help you need!
Hello, my name is Bud, and I have a problem with tennis balls.
That's okay. The first step is admitting you have a problem.
I know there have to be more...somewhere.
Question: how many stuffed animals does one actually need for nap time?
Do we need to get you guys into some sort of group?
That's it, I'm calling TLC. It's time for an intervention.
Garbage belongs in the wastebasket, not in a secret stash behind my headboard.
The organized hoarder is even spookier than the disorganized hoarder.
Aw, c'mon, did you have to take my pillows, too? You have your own!
Care to explain why all of your toys were jammed underneath the La-Z-Boy?
If you're ever curious where your cat is hoarding your things, always check under the couch.
You know, I'm gonna go ahead and be an enabler for this one. Too cute and happy.
What are you talking about...there are three of us here, sharing all these toys.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say you don't need the shoes, too...
Oh, you wanted to sleep on this bed? Tough luck.
The worst part is that smug grin on her face.
Get ahold of yourself, kitten!
Fluffy's first mistake was leaving a trail.
I just really like left shoes -- they're good luck, right?
It ain't my stash, I sweah! I've been framed!
...What? This is totally normal.