Little Pink Pad...

I love my kitties. I love each of them for their unique, quirky, entertaining, loving and silly personalities. Molly for her gentle, pacifist soul, and the way that she flops over, stretches, and then grunts when she wants affection and to have her belly rubbed. And the way she loves to cuddle on the couch with us - not on our lap, but right next to us on the side...and she tilts her head up to look at us longingly with love and affection in her eyes. She also has a foot fetish and LOVES to sniff peoples socks and shoes and rub her head all over them. It is kinda gross but funny too.

Oliver for his spastic, rambunctious spirit, and the way he darts across the house like he just saw a ghost, and then jumps up to crash into the door and then into the window when he is hyper. (Seriously, you should see it!) And for the way he head-butts our legs when he is hungry and wants attention, and for his wide vocabulary of meows. And his meticulous cleaning mannerisms and the way he chews and gnaws on his own claws - it his hilarious. He is a total daddy's boy and I get a kick out of the way he follows David into his bedroom like a little puppy.

And my little Aimee for the way she cuddles with me everyday on my lap, and for her broken whiskers, and the sad little meow she makes when she wants attention. And for her cute little black lips and the way she cackles at the birds outside that sit on the light post. She also knows how to play fetch! Oh, and last but not least for her one little pink paw pad amongst all the other black ones. Here is a picture. :)