cat love

We have had cats for a long time. We were down to one, who is getting old. So we decided to get a new one. Ol Mossy would rather leave us than get a new cat (so he claims) but the kids were passionate. So he and I both started to ask around. We didn't want a kitten from an unknown background (insert your own horror story here). So, we both found one. Remarkably, Mr. Mossy said we should get both. After picking me up off the floor, we set about adding to our family.

How cute are they? The first was the black tabby. Then the orange one was old enough to adopt. Mossy said maybe if he named them both he might hate them less, so that is how Crikey (the black boy) and Antonio (think Antonio Banderas as Puss in Boots from Shrek) were named.

The first week they were together was "Kill Antonio Week". We were concerned. By week's end, they were the best of friends.
So now they are a year old and loved way too much. My son calls Antonio my rug. He approaches me, makes eye contact, and jumps on my chest to purr and shed freely up my nose. He knows he is pretty.

Crikey is the athlete. His man is the one and only Mossy, who loves him back. Who'd a thunk it? Crikey loves to hunt. He was nearly done in by a large gopher. He managed to win the battle, but had to go to the vet from it. He survived and now seems to stick to the little moles and mice.There's something we never thought we'd see! Mossy and 2 cats, by his choice.