Saturday, February 13, 2010
Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.
Gwen likes to nuzzle with me when we go to sleep while Willoughby likes to take shelter underneath the bed. They both like to know where you're going even if they don't really care to follow. Willoughby likes to hide in the clean towels and nap there. Gwen has eaten holes into the dry food bag. They both jump to your side if they hear you turn on the faucet. They're slowly but steadily making little stinky kitty places in my heart. I get a little sad sometimes thinking about Otto, Timmy and Duchess but there's not a whole lot I can do about that. Except give these little mongrols good homes. (I think we saved them from those hippies... they were very nice but I think Gwen and Willoughby like living with us better)