We have the world’s greatest daddy… For one thing he is allergic to cats, but never, ever, turns away a kitty in need. Mommy just keeps him supplied with plenty of tissues. That takes a real man, I’m telling you, a REAL MAN.
When Mommy arrived here with only one cat (yes I know; it is hard to believe) she promised Daddy she would keep the feline population to one. Everyone in Mommy’s human family snickered at that one. They knew Mommy all too well.
Now, 21 years later….. there are 11 of us kitties and Daddy’s best friend, Jay-Jay the doggie (who thinks he’s a cat). We are happy and well taken care of and most of all…loved. We all agree we have the best Daddy in the world.
Daddy helps keep our food dishes and water bowls filled. He makes us toys and plays with us. He gives the very best petties ever and always knows the best place to scratch. We love his gentle touch!!!
He lets Thomas T. and Tennyson out when they want to go out in the garden for their own purposes (catching mice, mostly). And he lets them back in (sans mice) when they are ready. (They fuss because he doesn’t let them bring the goodies they catch in to us. . . but that’s a minor thing.) He makes the rest of us stay in, cause we aren’t allowed outside. He does a good job of watching out for us while Mommy is at work, and tells her what we are up to when she calls.
It was Daddy who called for help when Amy had the heart attack and cried with Mommy and us when Amy didn’t make it and went to the Bridge.
Thank you Daddy for loving us, caring for us, and putting up with our silliness. We love you GREAT, BIG BUNCHES…… Purrs … Amber and the Gang
Daddy doesn’t mind when we sleep on his head… in the recliner or the regular bed… We take advantage of that. Precious especially likes to sleep on Daddy’s head when he’s in the recliner.
Daddy and Jay-Jay are together all the time. Jay-Jay likes to go for rides with Daddy. Jay-Jay likes to give Daddy lickies, too.
This is Daddy and Spicy last year, the day Mommy found her and Sugar. Daddy named them and said he wanted them to live with us.
This is Daddy and Mikey, Tennyson, and Thomas T. (and Mommy’s "clutter)