We have two cats. Kitty and Smeagol. Smeagol is the black and white cat. I’m not sure what to call Kitty, except sweet. Smeagol, not so much. But they do love me. Follow me around where ever I go, like:
when I’m cooking,
going to the bathroom,
after grocery shopping,
when outside walking,
getting ready to travel,
unwrapping a gift,
or whatever I’m doing, they are not far away, usually sleeping or trying...
Sometimes Smeagol wants my attention and does so by tearing up paper. Do you want to know what that’s like for a writer/trying-to-be artist? Heaven help me if he ever figures out that books are made of paper. So far he only chewed a corner of one that had been sitting out in the open. If they are on the shelf, he’s not bothered.
Well, they are cute stinkers, aren’t they?