It should surprise no one here, that I'm a cat person. I like dogs just fine, but there are very few I'd ever want to live with. The only dog I'd consider living with is Brynn's. I do love that puppy-girl. :) I'm lucky because hubby's a cat person, too.
We currently have five cats. Yeah, I know...it's a lot, but they're all rescues and I wouldn't trade any of them.This is Willow challenging Corwin to a game of chess shortly after we got her. She and her sister Morrighan are two and a half now. We'd gone to the Humane Society to adopt one kitten, but they were doing a two for one deal and Matt pointed out that splitting up the girls would be like splitting up me and Cait. Have I mentioned that I love that man?
Morrighan curled up in the kitty catcher.
Willow and Morrighan lounging on the table.
This is Angus. He's 12. A neighbor kid brought him over when he was a terrified kitten and asked me to take care of him because some other kids were swinging them around by his tail. I made almost 20 calls trying to find a place for him, but by the time I'd exhausted my options with no takers, he was curled up sleeping on Matt's chest and Matt told me he thought the kitty had already found his home.
The arm of the couch is Angus' favorite place to lay.
This is Rowan. He's 16 and a half. As a five week old kitten he was rescued from the middle of horribly busy four lane road (28th street for the locals) and we adopted him shortly after. Unfortunately, we just found out that he's got kidney cancer with metastatic spots in his lungs. It's not a painful cancer and he's still the happy, loving cat he's always been, so we're just enjoying this time with him while he's comfortable, and when he's not...we'll deal with that then.
Rowan and Herne.
This is Herne. He'll be 19 on May 11th. He's nearly blind, I'm pretty sure he's deaf. He finds his way through the house yowling - we're convinced it's Kitty Sonar. But he's loving and happy and ridiculously healthy. He's got his grumpy old man moments when he discovers someone's sitting in "his" chair, but he's still the ultimate lap kitty.
In fact, this is how I do most of my work - with Herne draped over my keyboard.
While I'm not a fan of cat hair in my keyboard, or stepping in cat puke, I wouldn't trade this kind of unconditional love for anything.