Louie & Sheba's

Place

Under the bed like a crazy head...

Snuggy in her favorite place...

Well, I've never typed before, but I'll give it a try. Please bear with me, I don't have opposable thumbs, and I'm declawed. I'm the one on the left--Louie. I was the second animal in the house, aside from that twerpy creature in the middle of the picture with the three of us. I weigh 15 pounds more than she does, but she still insists on kicking my butt at least once daily. Sheba on the other hand... I have a fun time stressing her out. Occasionally she scares me bad enough and I leave her alone, but not often.

I guess those pictures are pretty incriminating, huh? I can't deny that there are more good times than bad between me and Sheba. Especially in the beginning. Me and Sheba both came from the kennel where mom worked. I was only 6 weeks old then, and I was a little weenie(still am!). I would cry all day long in my cage till mom took me out. A few days later she showed me to dad, and they took me home. They just couldn't resist my charm and demeanor, I just know that was the reason. Sheba was put up for adoption by some crazy people who said she used their whole house for a litter pan... She has never used our house for a litter pan! Mom brought her home 2 months after me. She was already over a year old, but I was still just a little thing, so we have really gotten close over the years. She cries when I leave, I cry when she leaves, we maintain the insanity in the house...

That's me on my favorite blanky in the WHOLE world. I LOVE that blanky, almost as much as I love my dad.

Sheba's motto for life :-D

What Louie wants to be when he grows up...

THAT nifty new graphic is for a cat in Lordstown, Ohio(I'm sure he knows who he is).

Back to the den...