Just Raven

We have four cats. They’ve been part of the family for years and are much loved. And spoiled of course.

Cats have odd quirks, any cat owner will attest to. Ours are no different. One of them has **issues** with shoes- she HATES them. She will go into attack mode when she sees a pair, or even one shoe, slipper, sandal, clog.

Another likes to sleep in my bathroom. I don’t have carpets in my bathrooms- I don’t believe they’re sanitary and have never liked them. In my personal bathroom it’s wooden floors…and this cat goes to the trouble to pull down my towels and curl up onto them.
She gets extremely depressed when there are no towels for her yank at and claw and tug onto the floor..so I keep an old beat up beach towel there just for her.

Nothing compares to Kibby though…the fat cat. Kibby is the youngest cat we have and she has the personality of Paris Hilton, I swear. She’s a girly pussy. She likes girl things- she never fights when a collar has to be donned as long as it’s pink…any other color and she rips it off. She’s always loved my youngest daughter the most too- and the youngest is by far the most feminine of my three daughters. She’s into frilly girl stuff (but not to Paris Hilton’s lowlife level!)…the cat follows her around when she’s home; sleeps with her and…gets into her purses. Kibby has a fetish with these things.

When Kibs was a kitty she took over my daughter’s purse of the time: It became Kibby’s purse. She lived FOR it, IN it, ON it. She took out contents- carefully and patiently: Cash, coins, lipbalms, school ID’s, I PODS…

Now Kibby is more mature and doesn’t need to go through her purse, er, my daughter’s current purse. Kibs just lays on it. ALL the time. And sleeps.

Damn cats. Gotta love ‘em.