So, now that I have that off my chest, let's start the blog shall we?
Duff still isn't home. It's been about a month now. I think I have to admit he has been kidnapped by aliens who were passing through our universe. They stole him because of his steel grey fur and fabulous puffy tail. And because he looks so cute yoga sleeping.
And of course, there is the whole sock pile thing. Really? How could you not love a cat who loves the sock pile?
The other two cats have been keeping me well amused. Bean is my lean dancer. She stretches out incredibly long. And with her colouring, it looks like she is wearing pantaloons. She is also my little groomer. There is a spot on the top of my head that tends to get a lot of attention.
Ain't she cute??
And who could forget Fidget? She is all black and almost as wide as she is tall. She is a mighty hunter. Worms. Leaves. Dead bugs. Yes. With Fidget around, I don't have to worry about starving. She is also vocal. I can have a conversation with her. When she talks though, it sounds like you are pulling her tail hairs out one by one. She also doesn't like jumping up on anything. She prefers to claw her way up. The couch. The cat pole. The bed. My leg. I have put the cat food up so she has to climb to get it.