My boys❤️

Tree

This is what my tree looks like now. I especially like the bunched up tree skirt, although the lack of ornaments is not without it's charm!

Cheap!!!

Tuxedo kitten for sale!  Super cheap!!!

Tree

I put up the Christmas tree last night. I am not a fan of putting up the tree before Thanksgiving, but it's so late this year. I want time to look at my pretty tree. This is Frank's first Christmas and I figured he'd be excited with all the boxes and pretty lights, but he went berserk.  Fatty has never really cared, although he loves to sit in the tree boxes. Frankie was all over the place. Every time I hung an ornament he'd try to swat it out of my hand. He took a flying leap into the middle of the tree, nearly taking the whole thing down. It's as if he thought he has exactly five minutes to destroy the whole  living room. I went to bed last night listening to the sounds of shiny red (shatterproof) balls hitting the floor. Then I hear him chase them all over the house. I knew I would have a mess to clean up in the morning but it was so worth it. Baby Frank had the best day ever.  Little turd.

 

The boys

It's time I introduced my boys, Fatty and Frankie.  Fatty is, without question, the love of my life. He's my best friend, without whom, I would not be here.  He's eleven years old now, twelve in May.  I got him out of a barn when he was about six weeks old.  He's my boy.  Not much of a looker, really, but I would die for him.  Fatty Boombalatty is diabetic and he gets his insulin shots every day.  He's such a trouper.  About a year ago he was so sick I was sure I was going to lose him.  He had lost his fur, skeletally thin.  I actually bought a memorial picture frame for him.  That's how sure I was that he was going to die.  He pulled through and now the picture frame is in my closet.   Big Fat is well over twenty pounds.  He's a monster.  Ironically, he's not actually fat.  He is just a huge tomcat.  Huge.  Every time I read about some kid's update, the author always documents likes and dislikes.  So I figure Fat and Frank deserve the same.

 

Fatty's likes:

Fancy Feast.  Boy loves his Fancy Feast

Chasing squirrels around the yard, from inside the house

Getting his head scratched

His bed in the big bay window

 

Fatty's dislikes:

Frankie:(

 

 

Frankie.  He's my little guy.  He's seven months old now and seems SO SMALL compared to Fatty.  I "appropriated" Frankie (stole is such an ugly word) from the neighbor's across the street.  They pretty much abandoned him so I took him in.  He is the sweetest little cat with the loudest purr.  We're still learning each other but, so far, he's proven to be a wonderful addition to our little family. 

 

Frankie's likes:

Fatty

Fatty's bed in the big bay window

Chasing Fatty around the house

Belly rubs

Fancy Feast ( I don't know what they put in that stuff)

 

Frankie's dislikes:

Nothing.  He's cool with everything:)



These are my boys.  I'm so grateful to have them both.  Fatty isn't quite as psyched about it, but I'm sure they'll be friends one day.  Hopefully.