A friend of ours commented recently that our house is turning into the Animal Rescue League. I don’t know why he would say that….. While I think about that I’ll introduce you to our new pets.
Meet Tiger. My daughter named her and it fits perfectly. She is a rowdy, aggressive, prowling jungle cat. She loves to fight with Pickles. Pickles the dog, not the food.
This is Possum. We tried to let my son name his kitty. I think that concept is a little large for his 2 year old mind.
Wanna know why we named him Possum? Is it because we love George Jones? A little bit, but mostly…
This is him sleeping on my lap. This is also what he does when Pickles plays with him. He plays dead.
I hope he grows out of this. I don’t think it is a healthy trait in a farm cat.
On second thought, maybe playing dead is a good thing when faced with a 2 year old…….