|Mama raccoon and her babies eating on our back porch|
I was reading another site this morning and they were talking about the "life of cats" with the "life of Reilly" inference. Truly, cats do seem to have the good life... at least the ones with homes do. We cater to their every whim, feed, play, and entertain them. They nap, eat, nap, play, nap, and nap. Seems like a pretty good set-up. My 6 are all different ages from 6 to 19 at the moment. And their personalities are all different. Tux, who is a huge black and white male, brother to Jack who was pictured as Captain Jack on post entitled Cat Tales, is what we call a wus cat. He is needy and wants loving all the time. If I don't sit down to read or rest by 2 pm, Tux will start following me around caterwauling. It's his time.. or so he thinks. When I do sit down and he plops into my lap, if I have the audacity to start reading a book, he immediately reaches up and pulls it down... then pats my face (as if to say, "look at ME). He is a mess. But he's our mess.