here's tabitha, my miss jones. i play favourites and everyone knows it. she's my sweetheart. i fell in love with her when i went to the pet store and she came over and started playing with my sandals (a habit i found out she had the hard way when she destroyed a pair of my sandals
no one messes with my sandals!! but she's my miss jones). my ex and i knew we had to take her home with us. the name tabitha is obvious but we just started calling her tabitha jones. she's my secretary, long story. it has to do with my cabin fever during the summer of 2003 when we got her. i was muy loco. wasn't she tiny? and look at those ears! i mean seriously, look at those ears:and now here's dolemite, our wimp. he looks just like jonathan. we joke that we wanted a pimp but we got a wimp. seriously, he is so skiddish! i hope he's just a scaredy cat by nature and it's not a sign of past abuse.
i mean he has the bowel movements of an old man but that's no reason to abuse a kitten. i mean look at him!and now here's a more recent picture of my miss jones. she's become quite the fatty, and this is with her running up and down stairs 10+ times a day and playing with dolemite all day! i'm starting to think mayhaps she has an underactive thyroid because she was a teensy kittie when we got her.
and here's a more recent pic of dolemite showing off his scary glowing eyes and his cute little fangs. it's so cute when you play with him. he doesn't bite you, he runs his fangs parallel to your skin and even then he still licks you just to say "hey no hard feelings." what a sweetheart.
and for your troubles for reading all this, a picture of a kittie with a dixie cup on her head:
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kitties. I've got four of them. My favourite (Taif) is actually sitting with me at this very moment. I'm singing Yahweh to her, and she's being very cute about it. Whenever I sing to her, she gets very interested with me and starts moving her head around to my voice. Sometimes she even starts purring. It's beyond cute! She's also a very intelligent cat...she knows how to open doors with lever handles (she's yet to work out round door knobs!) and she can open the cupboard to where her food is kept. She's also the only one out of the four that realises it's impolite to tear up the carpet beneath the door when she wants to get out of a locked room - she just gently paws at the door handle and looks at me as if to say "go on, open it then." Even her eyes appear bright and alert. The rest of my cats just look like blundering lazy old fools in comparison to her!
i wish i could find a way to cuddle with them all at once. 
MacPhisto likes it when I sing too! Anything - even little commercials. If I sing his name and sing for him to come over, he runs right over (with his belly flapping from side to side) 
