Confession #1: I'm a sucker for cats. It's true. Keith warns me sometimes about becoming a weird cat-lady. But I can't help it, I'm a sucker and I'll willing admit it. And I'm especially a sucker for the little gato that I call my own-- Horatio. If I had a smart phone and one of those quick and easy photo sharing apps, you would probably be disgusted by all the pictures of my cat. Lucky for you I'm
tacaña and afraid of new technology.
Confession #2: My gato loves my husband more than me and I have come to terms with this reality. Sometimes I get really jealous that my gato would rather sit on my husband's lap than cuddle on mine. Even though I clearly adore him more. However, at the same time, I find the relationship of these two snuggle-buddies quite amusing. Let me show you...
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| Horatio was once a tiny lil guy, and fit quite comfortably in one's lap. |
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| Now Horatio is a little larger and likes to sneak up on you. |
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| EVERY TIME, literally every time, Keith lays on the couch Horatio tries to lay on his chest. |
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| And even when Horatio clearly does not fit so comfortably anymore...he still makes room for himself on Keith's lap. |
I know it makes me kind of pathetic to write a blog post about my cat and husband. But I am that much of a sucker for these two. I really love that my loves love each other.
