I am crazy in love with my babies.
Mary will be 3 in January and is the ruler the cat clan. She was a rescue from a shelter when she was 9 months old. She is a tiny little thing at 6 pounds wet but what she lacks in size she makes up for in personality. We have a synergy with each other and I know what she wants by the way she looks at me. She is athletic, super smart and lovey dovey. Her favorite place to sleep is on my back or nestled between my legs. Everyday we have numerous cuddle sessions where she sits on my lap, we nose kiss, we rub cheeks, she purrs and I kiss her little head over and over.
I almost lost her last Christmas to distemper. A friend brought over a stray that eventually died from it. No expense was spared and my baby girl made it through. She was with me when I battled cancer and I was with her when she fought for her life.
She can be territorial and when I was feeding the strays she got out one day and chased them away. She is an indoor only cat but obviously remembers her days on the street. I caught her and gave her the extra TLC she needed. I ended up calling someone to trap the cats and take them to a no kill shelter.
My boys are little pampered Princes. They are 1 and brothers. When I brought them home for Christmas last year they had URIs. One of them contracted pneumonia. I thought we were going to lose him. Cleotis is the bigger brother who looks like he would have been a big Tom cat if given the opportunity. He is beautiful and royal in his demeanor. He looks like a bobcat but has the softest meow in the world. He is the ringleader in their nighttime raids on the treat cabinet. I finally figured it out and put a child safety lock on the door. His brother Seldon is the one we almost lost. Now he is Mr Feisty boots and is curious about everything. I put a stepstool in my kitchen so he has a safe place to watch me. He follows me everywhere. When I sleep. He sleeps. When I take a shower he lays on the rug and watches me. He curls up around my arm every night and sleeps. Just like a baby he loves to be carried around in my arms. He gives me a certain meow and I know he wants to be carried. His brother likes rubs and stretching out by my feet. The boys' mother died giving birth so any extra mothering is appreciated. I rescued them too.
As you can see I adore my babies and spoil them rotten. If I am out too long I look forward to coming home and spending time with them.
Mary will be 3 in January and is the ruler the cat clan. She was a rescue from a shelter when she was 9 months old. She is a tiny little thing at 6 pounds wet but what she lacks in size she makes up for in personality. We have a synergy with each other and I know what she wants by the way she looks at me. She is athletic, super smart and lovey dovey. Her favorite place to sleep is on my back or nestled between my legs. Everyday we have numerous cuddle sessions where she sits on my lap, we nose kiss, we rub cheeks, she purrs and I kiss her little head over and over.
I almost lost her last Christmas to distemper. A friend brought over a stray that eventually died from it. No expense was spared and my baby girl made it through. She was with me when I battled cancer and I was with her when she fought for her life.
She can be territorial and when I was feeding the strays she got out one day and chased them away. She is an indoor only cat but obviously remembers her days on the street. I caught her and gave her the extra TLC she needed. I ended up calling someone to trap the cats and take them to a no kill shelter.
My boys are little pampered Princes. They are 1 and brothers. When I brought them home for Christmas last year they had URIs. One of them contracted pneumonia. I thought we were going to lose him. Cleotis is the bigger brother who looks like he would have been a big Tom cat if given the opportunity. He is beautiful and royal in his demeanor. He looks like a bobcat but has the softest meow in the world. He is the ringleader in their nighttime raids on the treat cabinet. I finally figured it out and put a child safety lock on the door. His brother Seldon is the one we almost lost. Now he is Mr Feisty boots and is curious about everything. I put a stepstool in my kitchen so he has a safe place to watch me. He follows me everywhere. When I sleep. He sleeps. When I take a shower he lays on the rug and watches me. He curls up around my arm every night and sleeps. Just like a baby he loves to be carried around in my arms. He gives me a certain meow and I know he wants to be carried. His brother likes rubs and stretching out by my feet. The boys' mother died giving birth so any extra mothering is appreciated. I rescued them too.
As you can see I adore my babies and spoil them rotten. If I am out too long I look forward to coming home and spending time with them.
