All my life cats have been around somewhere, except a brief stint in college. Farm cats, dad’s cats, cats at my grandparents and aunt’s house.
After college, I was finally able to adopt my own cat, and in the *mumble* years since, I have always had a cat (or few) to snuggle.
Currently my townhouse is heavily cat-ified, and the daily schedule pretty much revolves around the three furry inhabitants.
Trixie, who lives up to her name in many ways as a sweet, snuggly troublemaker:
Pixie, who is not quite as mischievous as her sister and has turned into a very determined lap cat:
And Finn, who is a complete momma’s boy and also the brattiest little brother the girls will ever have:
All three were adopted from rescue organizations and come with a variety of health challenges. Everyone has asthma of varying severity, as well as Feline Irritable Bowel Disease aka IBD that means they all need special diets, various medications, and low stress levels.
Despite all the challenges (and vet bills!) that come with their health issues, I wouldn’t trade any of my kitties for anything.