Sounds like my Bobo kitty (aka Boris, aka Borisaurus aka Bobosaurus aka the cat who ate Cincinnati). (the big fat one in front). Chariey Quinn is the little girl behind him.
I went outside yesterday to my doctor appointment and a nearby diner wearing my Taylor Swift Jesus shirt. The model is infintely more attractive than I am and, I presume, about a third of my age and also female. But this is the shirt.
Ours splashes all the water in the bowls when he doesn't get what he wants. That's the big fat one up front. The diminutive girl behind him is a sweetheart and literally the perfect cat.
On Mother's Day, I honor the mother of our two puppies. She was a mother to our cats as well, and in a way to my wife and me. She was the archetypal mother. And a far better one than the one who raised me or she who gave me up for adoption. Forever in hour hearts. Tabitha our rescue who rescued us.
My Christmas gift from my ten year old niece. Who got a Taylor "prayer candle" from me. :) I'm glad to have someone at my maturity level to trade gifts with <:0)
