Then came the sisters, Lily and Claudette.
If Mima is the meanest cat in the world (and some say she is) then these tortoiseshell sisters are her complete opposite. We’ve had them since they were three weeks old, and I had to bottle feed them b/c they were too little to be weaned. Aww babies.
Lily, who we affectionately call the steak kitty because she’d love to eat a big fatty steak, is the perfect lap cat. She loves to cuddle, and she drools when she kneads. Its adorable. Sometimes I pick her up and swing her over my back like a sack of potatoes, and she yells and smacks me in the face. Oh Lily. You’re so fat and you love pudding.
Claudette is Tom’s baby. She tolerates me, but would probably much happier if I took Meem and moved to Thailand. In her spare time she models for Victoria’s secret and likes to walk around in uggs eating salmon. I think she’s trying to butter me up for some cash, because last night she slept between my legs and today she came into the bathroom while I was showering. Oh Clode, I’m married! I can’t date you!
Anyhow, there they are. Get ready to hear a lot about them. And food. And clothes.