I love cats. Always have. When I was a kid I asked and was always told no. My dad did not love cats. He believed that cats only existed to live in barns and be mousers. I did have a cat for a brief while when Dad didn't live with us and before we moved out west. It was so sad to leave that cat.
And then I didn't have a cat again until I grew up and lived with Dave. I think Dave was a cat person also because we never had less than two cats it seemed. We had dogs and we loved dogs, but we were cat people.
My brother is a dog person. My sister is a dog person. And then her daughter fostered these kittens. Well one of those fuzzy orange and white kittens stole my sister's heart and he had a new home. She is enjoying all the antics of a kitten. Like all cats he likes small enclosed places. He is a bundle of love. My sister got so lucky the day she got him.
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