Rocky

So...we got a cat. I SWORE I would never have a cat inside my home, but, well, here we are, and we *love* him. His name is Rocky, but we often lovingly refer to him as Rockstar. Or Fatty. Because he is quite large, but he's also extraordinarily charming, and calm, and sooooo good with the kids, even when they maul him, and dress him in doll clothes, which is more often than I'd like to say. We adopted him from a friend, we have no idea how old he is, he likes to catch mice and bring them to us and then eat them, and that is gross. His favourite place to sleep is on Mia's bed, and more than once I have found them together there, with the cat all stretched out, his head on her pillow, while Mia clings to the edge of the bed, cover-less. 


Please, step into our parlour and meet our newest family member:

Isn't he handsome?

"Does this muu-muu make me look fat?"

Chillin' on the deck.

Playing Squinkies with Mia and Liv.

Guess who loves kitty the most?

I *did* mention they like to dress him up, right?