Kitty Love

Remember when I rescued this little kitty? Her mom gave birth to her and 3 siblings somewhere near the tv station and they were just hanging out one day. Someone from the station scooped them up and brought them in and I texted this picture to my husband asking what did he think about bringing her home to the kids. He said ok- but he'd prefer a dog. I was saving her from certain death! I was her savior. She would be forever in love with me! Yay!

Not so secretly- I was wanting her to be mine. I did all the right things. I held her close. I put one of my shirts in her little basket where she slept. I made sure I was the only one to feed her. I gave her love. It was meant to be.... right?

Well, she chose my husband. Can you believe this traitor? I'm chopped liver! She'll give me attention when I'm the only one in the house but as soon as Donavan comes home- she runs to "her man"! The kids have even resorted to calling Dad "her man" when the two are in the room together!

How did this all happen? I suspect one late night when I was sleeping he put his "ju-ju" on my cat! What's "ju-ju" and how do you get it? I have no clue! I thought I had it! Clearly I was mistaken.

Boo Kitty was besides her self when "her man" was gone for an overnight trip this weekend. This is a picture of her waiting for his return. Pathetic- huh? I guess I would think it was cute as can be if it was how she felt about me. Not that I'm jealous or anything. Darn cat!