My parents, sister, and myself all got new cats this summer, so we got to experience the holidays with the new additions for the first time. I was surprised our black cat, Emmett, didn’t bother our Christmas tree once. Toby, my parents’ kitten, was another story. He may be full-grown now, but he’s a bundle of energy!
Here is just one more photo of the sweet little kitten we met this weekend. He’s too cute not to post another.
We found these adorable kittens at a farm we visited this weekend. Doesn’t the one in the foreground have stunning eyes? More photos to come of the beautiful farmland!
After Monday’s photo, I didn’t want my other cat, Esme, to feel left out!
After spending way too much money in vet bills, I think we’ve officially adopted the black cat we rescued a couple of months ago. It just occurred to me that I’d only taken one picture of him. After trying for quite a while yesterday, I realize why. He doesn’t sit still for one. single. second. He’s the most affectionate cat you’ll ever meet, but he still doesn’t get along great with our other cat. He chases her in what seems to be an assertion of dominance. Any tips out there?
Unlike the majority of my Facebook friends, I don’t have any back to school photos to share with you. (Unless you’d like to see the bulletin boards in my husband’s classroom.) So I pulled out this photo from my two-year-old archives of our pretty cat, Esme. She looks a little older and a little heavier now, but she’s still just as mischievous.
One of my favorite people and one of my favorite kitties at one of my favorite places.
(My parents’ kitten loves my cousin Clare, who drove from Iowa to stay with my parents for a few days. As you can see, we all bonded.)
This weekend I finally got to meet my sister’s new cat. His coat may be the prettiest and softest I’ve ever seen or felt. Doesn’t he look so regal?
I decided to continue with the cat trend today. Two nights ago we found a cat outside our local community center. Now, I wouldn’t normally bring home a stray cat. But this guy came right up to me and let me pet him, he rubbed up against me, and he followed me all the way to the car. He was declawed and looked like he belonged to someone, but he had no collar, and the closest houses were across a busy intersection. So we (this was a mutual decision between my husband and I) decided to bring him home. He’s been living in our garage for two days, but I can tell by his constant meowing that he’s ready to come inside. If the owner doesn’t respond to our fliers quickly, we may just have a second kitty!
Here are Tuesday and Wednesday’s cat photos, if you missed them.
I took this photo of our cat Esme about a year ago. She looks a lot like my parents’ new cat, don’t you think?
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