Here we go again. None of the kitties like to miss the goings on in the sewing room. Every time I head in there with a package and the camera, here they come. They're so predictable! They're so spoiled. They rule. They demand massages every day, and usually more than one. The oldest one is the most needy, and she only tolerates two people---DH and me. Otherwise, she hides till they go away. This one is my middle one, Caiti, and she has the biggest baby face with the biggest eyes I've ever seen. She's the noisiest one. She voices every emotion.
My youngest is Amber. She's the orange tabby. She's a pistol. Lean, mean and kisses the ground I walk on. She thinks I'm her mommy. I am.