June 16, 2015 4 Comments
As many of you know, I own a couple of cats. Wait, scratch that. A couple of cats own me. When we had LittleCat, they became the CatPack, but with LittleCat’s sudden disappearance (he got out the front door one night and we still have no idea how), it didn’t seem right to call them the Catpack.
Until now. Meet Tigger; my mother’s blind cat, and Fluffy. I refer to them as Tiggs and Da Fluffernutter. We are again a CatPack. Cool thing is, they’re all the same family. Master Brown is the father of Miss Molly, Tigger and Fluff. The first batch of kittens we had with their mother, Sadie, there were only three kittens. My mother took the boys and we kept Molly because Sithboy liked her. Now they’re all back together and the fur flies on a daily basis. Well, three are Maine Coons so that part is inevitable no matter what.
I still miss LittleCat. He was my baby, my snuggle-kitty. When I sat down on the couch, there he was curling up in the crook of my arm. I hope where ever he is, he’s happy.
All hail the new CatPack!