Jonathan and I have had three cats since we’ve been married. That was our compromise since I didn’t want the responsibility and Jonathan wanted a dog (he has a real weakness for anything furry and newborn). We’ve already had to put two of these kitties down: Arthur, a few months after we got him, and then Finnegan, two and a half years later. They were both great cats. Very sad. Not a great track record, I know (we fed them, I promise).
The third cat is Lola, our little runt. We brought her home around Thanksgiving in 2009. My sister, Jena, found two little babies on the street in a metal cage and brought them home. She convinced me to take one kitten, already dubbed Lola, and she would keep her litter mate, Luna.
Lola has always been a bit scrawny, so it is comical that she has been the last one standing. She even has fattened up (fluffed up, is more like it) in recent months.
Liam has come to take a real interest in Lola ever since, well…he started noticing anything around him, really. And Lola thinks she wants attention from him until she remembers what gentle means for Liam. So she tolerates him.
Here are some pictures of the little buddies together:
Here, we have a typical scenario of how they behave together:
While they may have a love/hate relationship, I know they would miss the company if they didn’t have each other. Kids and animals make good friends. 🙂