Meet Tiger aka fluffy kitty aka kitty kitty…the newest addition to the family.
The story of how we acquired kitty kitty is a funny one. K’s been wanting a kitty since….forever. I swear she was born asking for a cat. But, for one reason or another, it’s never worked out. And that girl has guilted the crap out of us. She can guilt you like you can’t believe. She would always fall in love with a cat, guilt the crap out of us, annnnd never come home with the cat.
Then she went to Ohio on family vacay and fell in love…with a kitty…again. Apparently, it was love at first sight (according to K and my mom). Then I saw a picture of fluffy kitty annnnnd I fell in love with his adorably fluffy little self.
Of course, she asked and guilted and asked some more. It was so bad that she told me she deserved the cat because her Uncle (my older brother) stole her bed and she was FORCED to sleep on a cot. Oh the horror! I told her if she was mad at her uncle she should just kick him in the shins and move on with life. She said she should get fluffy kitty.
She got the kitty.
Tiger has quickly become the favorite of most everyone in the house. K treats him like her very own human baby. Little C treats him like an actual kitty. He’s adorably fluffy, loves to play, and isn’t too fond of poor Tebow. I’d say he’s pretty much purrrrrfect. <– Sorry…I had to ? Welcome to the chaos kitty kitty!