Kitties

We have two kitties now. Mr. Darcy whom I've introduced you to before. The sweet snuggler of a kitty that we love.

Now we also have Shirley. Adopted from some friends that couldn't keep her any longer. She's not so much a snuggler of a kitty.

The first night we had her she slept under our bed growling and hissing at us all night long. Lovely. I'm very thankful for my ear plugs.

She has simmered down quite a bit since that first night, but she still is pretty temperamental. Typical female. Winston or Darcy walk by, and she hisses at them, they just stare at her. She has no idea she's about a hiss away from being drop kicked off the back deck. Not really. Well maybe.

This is Mr. Darcy tonight, snugglin' with my sickie.



Isn't he sweet? He's never growled a day in his life, okay, well maybe when Winston tried to kiss him. Not the cat's fault, I'm thinkin'.



This is Shirley. I decided to leave the possessed eyes there for effect. Don't let her sweet face fool you. She'll scratch your eyes out if you give her the chance.

Right this minute, Calvin is trying to corral her into the laundry room for the night. She has so far clawed both his arms, hissed at him, jumped three feet off the floor at him (which by the way made him scream like a girl), growled at the dog and she is still perched under the entertainment cabinet, glaring at us. She's a joy.