Here are J.P. and Pip. They are crazy. Often times, we come home and they are sound asleep on the chair with all of their cat limbs intertwined. It's pretty cute. When I take pictures of them, Pip can't handle the flash--his little eyes can't take it. J.P. takes it like a champ--nothing phases him.
J.P.'s all, "Take my photo, I want everyone to see how this immature creature beats up on me and I just take it."
Pip says, "Oh, the bright light, it's hurting my eyes. Make it stop."
That's if cats could talk, which they can't. Sometimes though, when I haven't seen Ryan for a few days, I find myself talking to them. We talk about what's on t.v., why they make such a mess when they eat, and sometimes I have to explain to them that when they play, they can't be knocking over vases and pictures and such. They need to be more careful in the house. They can play rough outside.
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