He Still Lives Here Too

I really feel for this cat.  I mean, his life has completely changed over the past year.  He used to be the most important baby in this house.  Now he gets pushed away by us and chased by Sam.  He is still a playful and great cat, just a way too needy cat.  

Like when I have to physically move him away from my body every time I want to roll over in the middle of the night.  I mean, we have this brand new king size bed.  There is enough room for the entire family plus a great dane in that bed!  No reason to have to smoosh his cat body against my armpit.  But it could be worse.  Both the cats could want to sleep with us.  Thankfully, Weena is not a cuddler.

While we are on the subject of Weena - Why do I never post pictures of her?  She is a mystic.  I try and try, but it's near impossible to get a picture of her.  Even though she is the larger of the two cats, she seems to disappear in magical ways.  Or she is completely blurry.  I'm convinced she is a mystic.

See?  That little gray wisp is her tail.  By Sam's shoulder you can see her ear.  How does a crawling baby block the entire view of a 17 pound cat?  Mystic.