That Darn Cat

For anyone who has pets, you know each one has a unique personality, whether you like cats or dogs. We happen to have cats, three of them. Two were mine before I married my Dear Hubby and one was his (or should I say she was acquired for his three kids when they were younger...at least that's what he claims!)

Recently I've found them in the darndest places around the house:

This is Miss Minnie. She was the first cat I've had on my own, since "leaving the nest." She was 12 years old this year. I suppose this gives her some sort of special rights... like sitting on the very edge of the couch because she knows not to sleep up there. I think it is too cute how she uses the arm rest.

This is Sissy Miss. She's my other cat....and about half the age of Minnie. She's just started this habit of jumping up on the chair when I am eating at the counter.... hoping I am going to set a place for her, I think.

Here she is about to try a "no-no." We don't need cats on the counter.

Caught!

And this is Love, my Dear Hubby's....er...my step-children's cat. I found her sacked out on my favorite travel bag in our bedroom. I have the bag out ready to go so I can pack soon...(will post about my upcoming trip later) but she's obviously too big to go in it! She must have been really tired and wouldn't BUDGE. I walked past her about 10 times before I even saw her there.

Love tries to keep her distance from the other two... poor thing. Since she came from a different household the cats just can't seem to all get along. My two kind of gang up on her, even though it has been more than four years since Dear Hubby and I were married. Who can blame her for trying to get a little peace and quiet?

She just might have the best idea yet.