I live with 3 cats. Or shall I say, they let me live with them. If you are a cat person, you know exactly what I mean. This is Jake. He and his litter mate Susie, came to me from a friend who found them abandoned in the bushes along a country road in rural West Virginia. They were almost 6 weeks old and I could hold both of them in my palm. Now they will be 4 in May. That should account for his behavior. He's about the age of a sassy, 9 year old boy. :o) I'm searching for decent pictures of the other 2.
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The key here is that we are talking about cats. I have a cat and I will never understand them. "What can you do for me?" That's about the most I can get out of ours. Still he is fun to watch and sure is special when he wants to cuddle (which is rare, he prefers cuddling with my wife). I prefer dogs. I like the slobber, I like the undying affection and I like that a 50 pound dog still thinks it can fit in someone's lap. It isn't that I don't like cats; I just don't get them.
By the way, more pressure to keep up to date; I have placed a link for your site on mine.
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