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Our story technically started with Brody. After a house fire took our home and nearly all of our beloved pets, he was the only one who made it out. After that, he became even more attached to Mom and Sister, which they absolutely loved because Dad was becoming increasingly offended that Brody had very clearly picked a side.

A couple of years later, the universe apparently decided it was finally Dad’s turn and activated the Cat Distribution System. A neighbor posted on Facebook that a tiny kitten had crawled up underneath her car and was hiding somewhere in the undercarriage. Dad went over to help, reached into the automotive abyss, and emerged holding one extremely tiny orange fluff ball.

He was estimated to be only about two weeks old, which meant bottle feedings, round-the-clock care, and, obviously, the need for a completely ridiculous name. After considerable debate, Gregory O’Meowley officially joined the family.

Brody immediately went full dad mode. He groomed Greg, cuddled him, watched over him, and generally acted like somebody had handed him a baby without discussing it first. Greg, meanwhile, took one look at Dad and said, metaphorically speaking, Yep. That one’s mine. The arrangement stuck. Brody still prefers Mom and Sister, while Greg remains Daddy’s Little Spoiled Brat.

These days, the father-son era is over. They’re brothers now, and it shows. They loaf together, nap together, follow each other around the house, and occasionally throw hands over matters that remain unclear to everyone involved.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, The Brody & Greg Show was born.

Now we’re bringing the same personality, chaos, charm, and completely unscripted cat behavior to pet UGC.

We didn’t audition for the show.

We just showed up and took over.