Since I've been spending so much time up at the apartment, I've really been enjoying having the kittens around (although I anticipate I will enjoy it much more now that I took down the Christmas tree they were set on destroying). I haven't had a pet that didn't live in a cage or bowl since I was 5 years old (mom is NOT big on animals).
Way back when I was 4, my grandparents bought me a little black ball of fur, a poodle mix I named Jack. Jack was a little terror and he liked to chew things, like most puppies do. The problem with Jack's chewing habit was that I was 5 and my baby sister was 2. We were not very good at putting our toys out of Jack's reach, let alone away.
When I started going to kindergarten, I took the bus to and from school. When I got home, my job was to go get Jack from the backyard. One day I went to get Jack and he wasn't there. I went to the door and asked my mom, "Is Jack inside?" and she said, "No we sold him today while you were at school."
Since then, I've been pining for a puppy and swooning over every little fuzzy thing I see. And I finally got my kitties. I got to put my new camera to work over New Years, so here are some of their pictures...
1.02.2009
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Meag, i love the pads of cats feet!! We call my FI's cat's pads, pea pads, cause they look like little english peas =) yeah we are weird....i love your kittehs!!!!
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