Favorite Felines on Friday

Meet my cousin Audrey, She is a sweetheart. Technically she is not my cousin, but my "niece" but cousin seems simpler. And she is a little older than me. Or at least her Mom got her before my Mom and Dad got me. She is named Audrey after Audrey Hepburn.

Audrey is a very snuggly kitty. She loves to snuggle with her Mom, in her catbeds, in catblankets, in human blankets, with almost any other human, you name it. She has a very big heart. She has a very good appetite for foodies, so her Mom has to carefully control her portions and access to food, otherwise she would become a Little Bit Fat. Because the foodies doesn't only go into feeding her big heart, but also her sides.

I have never actually met Audrey in the fur, but I feel as if I know her very well, as if she is part of my very own family. Which, I guess, she is! I hope I get to meet her for real soon. I think we would get along very well.

Audrey has her own blog, and has even written some Haiku poems on it, but she hasn't posted in quite a while. If you like, you can go and leave her a comment to tell her to start blogging again. Her blog address is http://audreythecat.blogspot.com

Favorite Felines on Friday

When I came to live with my family six years ago, there was another ginger cat already living there - this is my bro Rusty. As you can see, he had short fur, and he was long and lean in the body, so we were like a Mutt and Jeff team. We were only a match in our coloring. At first, he was not thrilled to see me, but over time we got to be good friends, and would lie together on our favorite blanket. I always let him be the boss. Rusty was allowed to go outside, but I was not. He had a very big desire to be out and was miserable if confined to the house. He had all his claws, whereas I was missing my front ones, and I had no clue about finding my way back to my own porch or deck, even if I was just next door (once when I did escape, I went onto the decks of the neighboring houses, thinking they were my house!).

Sadly, Rusty's love of the outdoors ended up taking him to the Rainbow Bridge when he was about 13 years old. My folks are fairly certain he was taken by a fox or coyote, which made them extremely upset. Even though we live in a fairly populated area, there are deer, and foxes and very occasionally coyotes in the area.

We remember Rusty with great affection. Rusty, we hope you are enjoying the Infinite Outdoors over the Bridge.