there is a symbiotic relationship between my cats and myself. I accomadate them and they love me. right now I am sitting n my favorite ratty old chair with a pilow in my lap. the alpha female cat is on most of that pillow, while I have resorted to getting aboard to set the lap top on in the remainder of that pillow. Next to my right elbow is a stand with another pillow on it, this is where the male cat resides. On the back of this overstuffed but now scratching post designated chair, is my third cat, She is loveingly wrapped around the back of my neck. This is only a visual description. There will never be a picture taken of this scene. Mostly becasue the men of the house can't figure out how to use my cameras, and the cats run if a stranger comes in the house.
Liz and I bought a house for our cats, and as long as we provide food, clean litter, and pay the bills (though I'm sure they don't care if we pay anything except the heat), they allow us to live there with them.
The current residents are Guinevere - a shaded silver persian, Hershey - the subject chocolate persian, Chesapeake - a short hair gray tabby, Trinket - a chocolate point Himalayan, Cassandra - a seal point Himalayan, and Shannon - a Maine Coon.
Cat hair, as far as the eye can see...
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