But my girlies love ’em.
They want one (my three year old offered that it could live in the basement), but we keep saying “NO!”.
But sometimes we take them to the goat barn where some barn cats live, just so they’ll stop asking so that we don’t have to keep saying “NO!” and keep feeling like horrible, selfish parents.
So we went today just before the big snowstorm arrived in town.
Meet: Tiger the Barn Cat
He was in an unusually good mood today.
“Mama, I love cats and I’ll love you forever if we get a cat and it lives in our basement!”
Not on your life.
He purred and left pawprints on my lap when the girlies left scratching his ears to shower attention on the goats instead.
As soon as my girlies weren’t looking, I coldy shoved him off my lap, and he went back to the little people who love him so much.
Away from this freakish, cat hating lady with a camera!
The girlies had moved on.
My oldest girlie, as usual, was getting swarmed with four-legged creatures. Tiger hid on her lap. He wouldn’t so uch as look at me anymore after that rejection. He must not be used to being treated like that.
Isn’t she beautiful? She has a gentle heart and I think that animals (and people) are drawn to her because of that.
And isn’t she adorable? She makes people smile, I think me most of all.
Oh how she reminds me of me sometimes….