I have three cats. BabyCat is my old girl, getting up there in years but as needy and neurotic as ever. Then there are The Boys. Marley and Sheldon. I may not have mentioned Marley before (named after Bob Marley), who is really no more than a big kitten, or catlet, since he is over 6 months but less than a year old. That’s him above in my daughter’s arms, and he’s every bit as devilish as he looks.
Marley and Sheldon (my black and white tuxedo, pictured below) have a morning routine that works every time. There is no way I’m getting back to sleep when they team up for their daily torment regimen.
Sheldon taught Marley a neat trick: knocking small objects off dressers, tables, etc. Sheldon always did this to get attention, and he’d keep looking at you while he slowly extended his paw toward the object…
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