A blog by two cats who used to live in the same house in Northern Virginia. Unfortunately, they are both no longer with us.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Fierce ManCat for Monday
I may have a soft side for DaisyMae, but I am a fierce ManCat. I've been known to use my irrisistable tummy to lure in the unsuspecting Mom or Dad, only to put the fierce bitey on them. Here I've reserved my attack mode for the annoying camera strap.
Jake: I was a nearly 15 year old tabby who commanded and demanded attention. I used to love to hang around on my deck outside. I developed cancer and died February 5, 2009. I didn't like my sister because she was cranky. Bathsheba: I was a polydactyl 18 year old dilute tortie and white. I used to be a big hunter in my day, but I retired when I went deaf. I developed a rapidly spreading cancer that affected my appetite and I died in the garden in November 2009. I loved my mom the best. Jake was a constant annoyance, but I missed him when he was gone. For a short while I contended with that bothersome kitten Emerson who is now my legacy to the cat blogosphere.