My Boys....
My Boys....Monkey and Leo. I love them so...the little shits. My favorite memories of them as babies include:
MONKEY:
The time I spent 20 minutes trying to wash some dirt off of his foot only to realize that it wasn't dirt...just a patch of grey fur. Oops.
The time he tried on Alex's backpack.
Boxing with him in the kitchen.
Plucking him off of the fence when it was raining as he refused to get his paws wet.
The way he climbed up one side of the chain link fence and instead of jumping when reaching the top (like every other feline on the planet) he would instead climb down the other side.
The look he would give anyone who had the nerve to put something on his chair.
How he would wake me up in the morning with his un-naturally loud purr....2 inches from my face.
How he never bowed his head to Ezzie in submission.
His obsession with the damn laser light.
His un-catlike lack of grace.
How big his ears were.
His never-ending appetite.
How he could not get up on the counter without a step stool.
How he would play with the water in the goblets and knock them off of the counter.
How he would knock everyone's keys off of the counter.
How he ate babyfood 2 weeks longer than the others.
How he needed a bottle longer than the others.
The time he threw a potato bug across the room.
His perfect butt wiggle.
LEO:
Leo and his feather. Leo blowing bubbles. Leo and his sticks. Leo and his flippy toys......
Playing flippy toy catch with him everytime I cleaned the kitchen.
Watching him do "laps" on the underside of the couch.
The time he tried to shove his feather in grandma's purse.
The time he put his treasured first kill (mouse) in my purse for me.
The time I woke up from a nap to find the house full of feathers....and in the corner sat Leo with one hanging from his mouth.
Laughing at his sleepy eye in the morning.
The way he took care of the second litter....."The Nanny".
His squeek of a meow.
His hatred of lemon cookies.
His love of cheerios.
The time he chased four big cats up the tree in the yard.
The time he tried to bring a stick in through the slider....and got stuck.
How he would go out in the rain and come back looking as if he had been thrown in a river and proceed to clean his feet.
How he snuggled up with Monkey to take a nap.
How he would sleep with the coffee cups if the cabinet door was left open.
How he loved to chase the broom.
How he "attacked" the vacuum cleaner cord.
How he would insist that he could fit in anything.
The time I woke up in the middle of the night hearing a bizarre commotion in the other room....only to find that it was Leo running around the house frantically trying to free himself of the plastic bag he had gotten stuck around his middle like a skirt.
How he would eat rubberbands.
How he would try to catch the ducks as they flew overhead.
How he cried whenever I went into the laundry room.
How he always slept in the most peculiar positions.
How he loved to play peek-a-boo in the kitchen.
How he would have Ezzie lick his head when he was tired.
How he would get so tired but refuse to stop playing and take a nap.
How cute his freckle was.
How he was so happy and fearless and impossible to get mad at.
How he looked out the kitchen window and wagged his tail.
How he balanced on my hand to catch bugs.
How funny he was with a cricket.
How he would walk on the computer if I had been on it too long.
How he loved it when I made him a tent.
How shocked he looked when I tossed them treats.
How he could catch the discs from the space shooter in mid-air.
How he cried if you shut the bathroom door.
How he always walked across every counter and the stove before cleaning his muddy feet.
How he always fell off the counter when trying to sleep in the basket.
How he used to get stuck on my sweaters.
How he used to play with Molly's hair while she was trying to do her homework (or her shoelaces, or her pencil, or her paper...)
How many toys he would get stuck under the stove and the fridge.
How he always had to be the center of attention.
How the kittens adored him.
How he turned everything into a toy.
How happy he was when I came home.
How he never failed to make me laugh every single day.
How much I loved him.
MONKEY:
The time I spent 20 minutes trying to wash some dirt off of his foot only to realize that it wasn't dirt...just a patch of grey fur. Oops.
The time he tried on Alex's backpack.
Boxing with him in the kitchen.
Plucking him off of the fence when it was raining as he refused to get his paws wet.
The way he climbed up one side of the chain link fence and instead of jumping when reaching the top (like every other feline on the planet) he would instead climb down the other side.
The look he would give anyone who had the nerve to put something on his chair.
How he would wake me up in the morning with his un-naturally loud purr....2 inches from my face.
How he never bowed his head to Ezzie in submission.
His obsession with the damn laser light.
His un-catlike lack of grace.
How big his ears were.
His never-ending appetite.
How he could not get up on the counter without a step stool.
How he would play with the water in the goblets and knock them off of the counter.
How he would knock everyone's keys off of the counter.
How he ate babyfood 2 weeks longer than the others.
How he needed a bottle longer than the others.
The time he threw a potato bug across the room.
His perfect butt wiggle.
LEO:
Leo and his feather. Leo blowing bubbles. Leo and his sticks. Leo and his flippy toys......
Playing flippy toy catch with him everytime I cleaned the kitchen.
Watching him do "laps" on the underside of the couch.
The time he tried to shove his feather in grandma's purse.
The time he put his treasured first kill (mouse) in my purse for me.
The time I woke up from a nap to find the house full of feathers....and in the corner sat Leo with one hanging from his mouth.
Laughing at his sleepy eye in the morning.
The way he took care of the second litter....."The Nanny".
His squeek of a meow.
His hatred of lemon cookies.
His love of cheerios.
The time he chased four big cats up the tree in the yard.
The time he tried to bring a stick in through the slider....and got stuck.
How he would go out in the rain and come back looking as if he had been thrown in a river and proceed to clean his feet.
How he snuggled up with Monkey to take a nap.
How he would sleep with the coffee cups if the cabinet door was left open.
How he loved to chase the broom.
How he "attacked" the vacuum cleaner cord.
How he would insist that he could fit in anything.
The time I woke up in the middle of the night hearing a bizarre commotion in the other room....only to find that it was Leo running around the house frantically trying to free himself of the plastic bag he had gotten stuck around his middle like a skirt.
How he would eat rubberbands.
How he would try to catch the ducks as they flew overhead.
How he cried whenever I went into the laundry room.
How he always slept in the most peculiar positions.
How he loved to play peek-a-boo in the kitchen.
How he would have Ezzie lick his head when he was tired.
How he would get so tired but refuse to stop playing and take a nap.
How cute his freckle was.
How he was so happy and fearless and impossible to get mad at.
How he looked out the kitchen window and wagged his tail.
How he balanced on my hand to catch bugs.
How funny he was with a cricket.
How he would walk on the computer if I had been on it too long.
How he loved it when I made him a tent.
How shocked he looked when I tossed them treats.
How he could catch the discs from the space shooter in mid-air.
How he cried if you shut the bathroom door.
How he always walked across every counter and the stove before cleaning his muddy feet.
How he always fell off the counter when trying to sleep in the basket.
How he used to get stuck on my sweaters.
How he used to play with Molly's hair while she was trying to do her homework (or her shoelaces, or her pencil, or her paper...)
How many toys he would get stuck under the stove and the fridge.
How he always had to be the center of attention.
How the kittens adored him.
How he turned everything into a toy.
How happy he was when I came home.
How he never failed to make me laugh every single day.
How much I loved him.
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