Kitty cat blog
Okay, there are days she gets on my last nerve. But for the most part, I adore my little tiger-striped sister. When Matt first brought her home, I actually asked him if he'd lost his mind, and would he please take her away. Well, that didn't work, so I had to settle for the fact that I'm the more mature of us two, the elder cat so to speak.
Goober is a little different. She pokes her whiskers into many places she shouldn't. She has cat attention hyperactivity disorder and is a non-stop blur of gray/brown fur. She is all in your face, and all over the place. I like to think that I'm a bit more settled, a little more dignified than she is. But I must admit: things are a lot more interesting with her in my world. When the human is away, we jump onto the windowsill together, bird-watching and commenting on all the activity in the neighborhood. At night, or during nap times, we are often found together, cuddling. Yeah, I may swat at her a little now and then, but it's just to keep her in line, show her who the alpha still is around here. So cats, if you have an adopted sister, or even an adopted pet of another type, a dog or bunny, whatever your human may bring home, take some time and bond with it. I think you may find that just like me, things are better when you have someone to share your life with. Well, maybe not your dinner, but other things are just fine in my book.
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