I now whisk my breakfast out to the cabana so that I can eat without being climbed over while they steal food off of my plate, or even out of my hand.

Cats are sneaky that way.

My old feral cat passed a few months ago and has been replaced by another, a gray one with a questionable expression in his/her eyes. He was waiting at my back door to be fed this morning.

puddy tats are quazy people

I envy you. What a glorious way to wake up! I hope this is the beginning of a great day for you and the kid cats.

When they say they love you it beams out of them like transparent pure rays of sunshine and they can move you to tears.

When Othello gives me that look I can’t help it the tears ooze out of the corner of my eye and I love on him with all my heart. A cat’s soul and love is so sweet and pure it will crack your heart in two.