I was reading this post over at Birth Touch (A blog that I happen to really, really love) about Companion Pets.
I am not a dog lover, as those of you who know RT, know this very well.
But I am a crazy cat lady. CA-RAYZEE. Cat. Lady.
I'd have 100 cats if I could.
I haven't written regularly on this blog for quite some time so I haven't really kept up with the kitty stories on here. Tragic, I know.
So you have not heard about my two little loves that really are my heart's companions. They give me peace, calm and love. Not quite so unconditional, but more than your average cat. They are the BEST cats I've ever had. And I've had many.
My first born died when Fa was a month old. He was 20.
|Puddin' He was my very first son.|
Today, our newest members of the family are two adorable little naked boys.
|Naked Boy 1|
|Mamma I love you.|
My other son is 6 months old.
|Naked Boy 2|
He's crayzee. He's high octane all day long. Playful, funny, smart. He fetches like a dog and LOVES being with us. All he wants to do his schnuggle. He loves his big sister, his mom and dad and LOVES to torment his big brother cat. Pouncing on him, biting him, teasing him....genreally being a younger brother annoyance. Yet, when they are peaceful. It is heaven
|Oh Brother! I love you.|
(Took a while to get here)
|Their favorite spot in the sun.|
|He lets you do ANYthing to him.|
|When I'm sick, all bets are off...They both overlook their love/hate relationship to love me.|
On four legs.