Would you look at the size of this tank? Who would’ve thought such a little cross-eyed dummy would turn into this cross-eyed monster?
I’m one of those crazy cat ladies that really believes that our cats are part of our family. Going beyond that, I believe they were sent to us when we needed them. We got our two girls for free back when we were living in New Hampshire and I was completely housebound with endometriosis. They were my little companions and kept me sane when I would go for weeks without speaking to a person in the flesh.
When we first got our new little kitty Lobo, I was actually a little annoyed. These cats are expensive and we could have used that money a million other places. Plus there was the minor issue of expecting a baby. Not exactly the best timing.
It’s turned out that adding this dumb little Lobo to our family couldn’t have been timed better. Every day I’d come back from the NICU aching to hold my baby, so I’d pick up my other fuzzy little guy and he’d let me snuggle him for hours at a time. I’d cradle him like a baby, or lay him on my chest just so I wouldn’t feel quite so wrong all by myself all of a sudden.
Now that Atticus is home, the kitties are all a little displaced, but they’re adjusting.