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: