When I retired and moved to Texas, my niece's cat was going to have kittens. I lived alone and thought.....mmmmh! Maybe I should adopt one of the kittens when they are old enough.
Well........I did........and this redwork embroidery piece I embroidered 13 years ago.....sums it up perfectly.
My 3 furry roomates have me totally trained.........
This is Braveheart..and he's the King of the house. He wasn't very perky in this picture, and I had a difficult time getting him to look at me and keep his eyes open.
This is Princess.....and is Braveheart's litter mate sister. She is so sweet, loving, no trouble.......and purrs real loud.
This is Roxie......and yes, I know she's a fatty. Her feral Mama dropped her at my feet out on the front porch when she was about 4 days old, and her eyes weren't even fully opened. I bottle fed her and she still likes to be in my arms, way up under my chin(s) and cuddle. Braveheart & Princess only tolerate her and they don't play together.
And.......this is Cinderella. She's my tame feral cat, outside only....and is responsible for all the feral ones I feed and care for outside. You can't have an outside cat and feed her on your porch without others in the neighborhood coming for dinner.
Now don't misunderstand me, I love my furry roomates, but when I went to visit a friend over the weekend, her chocolate lab, Cocoa, grabbed my heart. She's a sweetie and made me question........am I really a "cat person"??
Guess I just like "furry, hairy" roomates........sigh! Which are you? A cat person, or a dog person?
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