I have three cats and they run this household. I just pay the bills.
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🐱 Mr. BiscuitsThe patriarch. A 17-pound brown tabby with the energy of a parked car. Mr. Biscuits enjoys sitting directly on the newspaper I am reading, knocking pens off the table, and screaming for food he can see in his bowl. He is fourteen and believes he is the mayor. Favorite hobby: the warm spot on top of the cable box. |
🐱 DuchessA refined gray lady who came from the shelter and never lets us forget she has had a hard life. Duchess will allow exactly four (4) pets before biting, a fact my grandson Tyler relearns every visit. She supervises my knitting and considers the yarn to be hers by ancient right. Favorite hobby: staring at the wall at 3 a.m. |
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🐱 ReginaldThe baby. A ginger lunatic of approximately two years who has never had a single thought. Reginald has fallen off the same shelf eleven times and learned nothing. He fetches bottle caps, fears the toaster, and is the intended (unwilling) recipient of the sweater I am knitting. Favorite hobby: chaos. |
"In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods. They have not forgotten this."