A Waffles Kind Of Love

We have two cats.

Waffles is slightly wacky. When he wants your attention, he WANTS your attention.

If he doesn’t want your attention; you are dead to him.

MoonStar is a loaf of bread that sometimes has an entire essay of woes that she wants you to listen to. As we have warned the folks who have cat-watched for us over the years, “She will complain like you are doing something that is killing her, but actually she’s fine.”

On this weekend of huge emotions, deep feelings, overwhelming connections of a loving and lasting and painful sort, Waffles must have known I needed to feel adored.

Then Buddie got jealous that I might like Waffles better.

I certainly appreciated the laughter.