The best part of my day yesterday was how adorable our two cats, Shawn and Gus were.
Shawn moved in last summer and gave the Guster a hell of a run for his money. At one point I resorted to consulting a pet psychic (old family secret for dealing with pet woes) to know how to deal with their frequent disagreements and the ensuing cat mess on my bed.
It turned out that Guster didn’t feel safe using the litter box because Shawn would attack him. What a little rascal! Gus resorted to my bed because my bed is shaped like a litter box and it smelled like me and the smell of me makes him feel safe. What a compliment!
Well, we’ve come a long way since that house divided, and these photos are proof:
They were like that all day.
They look so sweet!
Awww…..Some days I just feel like such a proud parent to have raised such a sweetheart. I also suffer from short term memory loss..did they used to fight or something??
Are they playing footsie??