Look at my Cats...

I made a conscious decision a few years ago that I wasn’t going to have any children. I may seem coldhearted to some people but I just don’t get all excited and swoony over babies. Loads of my friends have got kids, and they’re all gorgeous, but I just haven’t felt any desire to have any and I don’t think I’ve got the energy now anyway.

But that’s not to say I don’t have a kind of mothering instinct…

So meet my children. Lots of visitors to our house can’t tell them apart – which is ridiculous because they both have distinctly different faces and builds. Little Mog is all lithe and sleek, with a  narrow and angular face, his eyes are so big that you can see the whites. Big Mog is all fluffy with a beautiful rounded face.

Little Mog when he was a teeny tiny kitten.

Little Mog aged 1 peering over the top of the shelf at me.

Little Mog under a  bag – one of his favourite hiding places

Big Mog waiting to head off on an epic adventure.

Big Mog prefers the Wii balance board.

Big Mog sure loves shiny things. Like a kid at Xmas!

I read an alarming article recently about how black cats are being abandoned at animal shelters because they’re not photogenic… by photogenic I assume that means, their pretty little faces are obscured by shadows. We have a lot of black stuff in our house so our cats regularly hide from us while remaining out in the open… they get stood on a lot by accident, the poor things.

But not photogenic? Look at them… look at their faces… seriously look at my cats..!

 

 

 

Look at my Cats...