It's Caturday!!!!

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Oh you know it's totally true!

Yes, I am a single women, and yes, I have cats. Plural. Not like ten, only two, but still, multiple felines.

This is Dante. He's my handsome lad.

He likes to be upside down.

Dante will be five years old in a couple months. I've had him since I moved here. He's kind of a grouch, but will be a cuddly kitty if he feels like it.

He was the first friend I had here. Yes, I had my sister, and her friends, but they were HER friends. Dante was mine.

Baby Dante is a sweater. Awwwwwww!

Whenever I was feeling sad, he'd come over and let me pet him. That always made me feel better. At least something in this world loved me and was happy to see me when I came home, even if it was just the fact that I provided food and water and changed the litter box.

He's not perfect. He yowls quite a lot and chews on plastic bags, but he will not poop anywhere but the litter box.

Dante also puked in my shoe yesterday. And today he knocked a glass of water all over my naked Eric/Sookie/Bill cover of Rolling Stone.

But I still love him.

This is Stormy.

She's cute and she knows it.

I got her just over a year ago from the SPCA after I saw a photo of her. Love at first sight. Look how pretty she is! Such a pretty baby!

I figured Dante could use a friend, since he seemed pretty lonely when I wasn't home.

After a whole year, Stormy still like to claw my lovely couch, even though she has a whole chair to claw and knows she'll get sprayed with the water bottle if she does it. She runs at the sight of that thing.

She's also very adventurous. She likes to try and sneak out the door of my apartment every time I leave. She's been successful a number of times, but usually just gets tossed back in after I catch her. There have been two occasions where I didn't see her get out and just left anyways. Once I came home and she was sitting at the top of the stairs, waiting. The other time I figured I'd go check the mail before going upstairs, opened the door to the downstairs hallway, and there she was. Wandering all over thebuilding, apparently.

I miss the days where all she wanted to do was sleep.

Then there was the time she actually escaped. Off the balcony and into the great outdoors. I was bawling for about three hours and searching the neighbourhood to try and find her. It wasn't until I decided to make one last attempt to find her around midnight that Stormy apparently had enough of her adventure and was waiting for me at the outside door.

Little bitch nearly gave me a heart attack.

But she's MY little bitch. And I love her too.

So now you know about my cats. And probably still think I'm the Crazy Cat Lady.

Kitties and Cuddles,

Ginger.