I've been contemplating getting a cat for awhile now, and sucker that I am, I walked away from the Adoption Center at PetSmart with two. I just couldn't help myself.
Can you guess why I'm calling him Zappa?
So it's a little bit of a stretch. Whatever, I like it.
He's a frisky little fella who plays hard and sleeps hard. He purrs when he eats, prefers to play with a plastic bag or Bella's tail rather than the silly toys I got, and of all the soft spots around my apartment, he chooses to sleep amongst the wires. I guess he likes the simple things in life.
Bella is all kinds of special; for one thing, she's polydactyl. She has an extra digit on each paw, and it makes her look like she's wearing little mittens--sooo cute.
Mutant paw! You could almost say she has MAN HANDS!
She sleeps in my lap, nestles in my hair, and pretty much won't leave me alone, but that's okay because Zappa ignores me completely.
She seems to be more of a ham for the camera too.
For the record, if she had been male, I would've had to call her something from one of the best movies ever. Not Count Rugen--he was evil--but perhaps Inigo. Or Fezzik.
I promise not to inundate you with kitty pictures, but I had to share. I'm a proud mama. :)
July 13, 2009