And that’s just the tip of the iceberg as far as cats are concerned. I love everything about my furry felines. I’ve had them all my life and I’m sure if I live to be an old woman I’ll always be surrounded by cats.
It all started out on the farm where I was raised in south Texas. We had many cats there that were mousers, but we also had some favorites among the group of forty-two that called our farm home. We named the favorites. We lived near the main highway and people going by would drop cats off from time-to-time. Naturally, they multiplied over the years, even though some wondered off, got run over, or drowned by the torrential rainstorms.
But there was always something mysterious about the cat that intrigued me. They’re aloof and independent and definitely live life there way, all the things I aspired to do when I grew up.
This is what Max looked like
This is Raven. All cats love sinks.
The four pictures above are Koki when she was younger. She still does these things though.
They can sound like a heard of elephants running when they're chasing each other upstairs, or perhaps like bowling balls rolling across the floor. The can scare me to death when they walk the railing on the banister, or make giant leaps to see if they can go someplace off-limits. And of course a sack, or any other container, is never safe in the house for long.
At the end of the day, I wouldn’t change a thing. They always love me too and never make a fuss about anything I do. They’re there to comfort me if I’m sick and very intuitive about things. I could go on and on, but I think I’ll post a couple more pictures.
Koki napping on my computer
Comet in a box. Boxes and sacks are always the cat's meow.
Raven loves to get in the garbage bag when I'm changing the cat litter.
And cats love to cram themselves into spaces. Raven and Sukie are below.
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