Today I'm thankful for my little [almost 12 pound] fur ball.
Let me preface this by saying, I'm kind of crazy about my cat...
But I'm NOT a crazy cat lady....
I think...
Dear Harley,
It's been almost a year since you walked in and surprised me with a big blue bow around your neck. I wanted you for so long even before I met you, and Bryan knew it. He drove far and wide to find you and bring you home to me, I couldn't have been more excited. From the very beginning you've been a cuddle bug. You love curling right up next to me or Bry and staying there until one of us gets up.
You quickly adjusted to our apartment and loved exploring and playing on/through/under everything. I swear you were a dog in another life - you loved baths, you 'begged' for human food, you perk your ears up when someone comes to the door or when you hear our keys jingle. You're our little guard kitty.
You're not even one years old yet and you are already a huge mancat, what happened to the baby kitten that fit into my hand? You are fluffy and full of love still. You nip at our hands when we touch your belly, but we can't help it, we love your big belly! I hope you love our new home as much as we do, there's so many more places for you to explore!
Thank you for being the best cat I could've ever wished for. Even though you drive us up-the-wall crazy sometimes, you sit by us when we're sick, cuddle us when we're cold, and sleep right between us some nights. I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're kinda spoiled... but until we have real babies [not fur ones]
I'm ok with that :)
Do you love your fur babies? Do you take pictures of them? I feel a little crazy but I love my little guy :)












