Cats

Have I ever told you the story of Whitey? No? Ok...

When I was growing up, Whitey the cat lived next door to my grandparents, but often trespassed into their yard. Initially, we children eagerly stretched to pet the kitty while asking Mom if we could have one.

But Whitey was never satisfied with a pet-and-go situation, so she would surround you with her body! She would rub up against your fragile, stockinged legs, arch her back and purr. Should you attempt to escape, then out came the claws!

Needless to say, I do not have a fondness for felines. Let's just think about those famous cats we all know and... love? I don't think so. Garfield? Ugh. Sassy (Homeward Bound)? If you can even get past the frustrating, aimless wandering, I'm sure the spoiled, mean cat is gonna be your favorite character. Felix. Now, maybe a bit more likable, but kind of violent; am I wrong? Tom. If we look at this one realistically, we would probably appreciate our cat trying to kill that obnoxious rodent living in our walls, but he's just so brutal about it! And little Jerry's not hurting anyone!

Now, I know many people who melt over their cat and I just never understood it.

And then this happened:

I'll admit, I was a little scared for my life. And one of my shirts did get torn by claws, but that was my own fault. 

Here's what happened: Hubs and I were house sitting, which included looking out for these 2 guys and their reclusive brother in the upstairs bedroom. 

We named them Milkshake and Cheeto. You can figure out which is which. Cheeto actually reminded me of Zorro. Zorro really acts like a cat sometimes. For the most part, they just ran away from me! It was great! And then they would cuddle when I was reclined, and just purr away! I think I get it!

But here's one question: How do you deal with ALL THAT HAIR?!