You can’t go wrong with cats!!

It’s why the internet was invented!

So here are some pictures of my two lovely kitties.

Don Juan ADORES boxes. Even more than the average cat.

Don Juan is a lover boy. He’s never met a stranger. He runs to greet anyone that comes to the door. He even was excited about meeting the vet, although he didn’t stay that way long.

Despite what a lover he is, he is very weird about crawling into mine or mom’s lap. Every once in a blue moon he will, and sleep forever, like it’s the best thing in the world. And then he doesn’t do it again for months.

After our last cat died, Mom declared No More. She’s such a softie. So I respected that for a while, maybe even a year or two. But then I couldn’t stand it any more. So I conspired with a friend (who happens to be the former president of our local humane society) and we came up with a plan. She went to the humane society and picked out a sweet little boy. Then she came to visit us, and “surprise” us with a kitty. They just have so many kittens, they don’t know what to do! So we set down the box and I opened it, and “Arnold” popped his head out, as if to announce “I’m here, I’m here!” It was love at first sight.

So even though Don Juan is “my” cat, he is very much Mom’s cat. They are inseparable. (I named him, Mom would have never picked out Don Juan.)

Spooky helping me can some crushed tomatoes

Maybe a year later, my guy decided it was time for him to get a new kitty. We stopped by my house to pick up the cat carrier, and I told Mom where we were going. Much to my surprise, she told me to get a kitten for Don Juan to play with, because he’s too lazy. Whaaat? Okay, no arm twisting necessary!

My guy and I were about to despair. Neither of us were finding quite what we wanted at the humane society. We went into the last room, which had only 3 cats in it. And “Priscilla” immediately wandered over to us, crawled on us, purred, and was generally a nuisance. Perfect! We decided I would get her, and if she and Don Juan didn’t get along then my guy would take her.

Every once in a while, they share.

We brought her home, pulled her out of the box, and she and Don Juan looked at each other, sniffed a bit, and both went on about their business. Since the little black girl is “Mom’s” cat, she named her Spooky. (I would have never named her Spooky.)

But of course, she’s not Mom’s cat. She’s my cat. She loves to sleep with me, greets me when I come home from work, and has recently started sleeping in my lap.

I’m so glad I found a way to convince Mom we needed a cat – these two delight us every day with their love and antics.

While working on something completely different, I got distracted and ended up with these. And I liked them so much that I got them printed on T-shirts to give Mom for Mother’s Day.

Update! I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t post it because I didn’t have the time to pick out pictures. Then today, I read Bridgette’s post about her cat – great minds think alike!

Update 2 – and then after I flopped on the coach to chat a bit with mom while waiting for my tomatoes to process, this happened…

He stayed for almost an hour!

Published by JoAnne

Homebody extraordinaire

4 thoughts on “You can’t go wrong with cats!!

  1. Cats gotta do what cats gotta do! I love the art you created for the T shirts. Now I want to do one of Ivan. Your cats are lucky to have you and mom and you are lucky to have the cats. ❤️


  2. Much like “wands choose the wizard” in Harry Potter, cats choose their humans! I have been lucky to have many cats choose me to be their person!! I count Don Juan and Spooky among them!!!

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  3. I love cats but my mom doesn’t, we always have an arguement about finding cash( my cat’s name) i still got to convince her though, certainly one can never go wrong about cats😗😘😘


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