Some Cat Photos
The Photo you'll find to the right is photo of Kate, one of the cats that now owns my childhood home in South Carolina. Kate remembers me every time I come home, and she runs for the hills as soon as I set foot in the door. All I want to do is love, you Kate. I can't help it that you inspire cuteness aggression in my heart. She does look so regal in this photo, though. And her coat is really soft. How could I not squeeze her?
The next photo here is of Kate's sister, Coco. Coco is a fatness, and she hates me as well. My mom says it's because I call her fat, but she is fat. She's so fat she has hip problems. But does that make me want to squeeze here less? Obviously the answer is no. On the Left she's lying on an oriental rug in our house, but to the right, she's participating in one of her favorite winter activities: spreading her whole body out in front of the fire. I think the heat causes her to expand. Coco will bite you if you don't watch out.
Upon reviewing these photos of Coco once again, I'm wondering if she doesn't have some kind of morbid hobby like in Harold and Maude. Either that, or she's attempting to pretend she's dead every time I'm around as a means of deterring me from trying to play with, pet, or cuddle her. That sly devil.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed some spinsterly cat time today. I know that just looking at these fatnesses has made me feel a little better.