The third installment (of seven) of Jennifer’s cats. Over the last three months they’ve all warmed up to me because, hey, I’m a cat person and a Leo. Cats know good people when they meet them!
This is Morpheus! He is a grayish, leopard pattern and very handsome. If you pick him and hold him just right, Morpheus will go right to loud purr mode. Hint, not like a baby unless you’re trying to burp him. He often lounges around the apartment with his “brother” Orion and isn’t afraid to take on the alpha cat Totoro. Jennifer says he may be blind in one eye (I don’t recall which) but you can sneak up on him from a certain side if you’re really quiet.
This is my first comment. I was always a dog person. We grew up with dogs. My wife is a cat person. We live in a townhouse, so I settled for cats. We adopted them through the humane society. They were especially happy because the cats were black and I guess many people are superstitious. One is a big fluff ball named Elmo. He actually acts like a dog. Elmo’s sister is Pearlie. She is much more cat like: skittish, standoffish, finnicky. In some strange twist of fate they both picked me as their human. Elmo is fun in that you can pretty much toss him all around the house and hang him upside down and he loves it. Pearlie is scared of her own shadow and in a strange way, I favor the cat-like cat. Probably ‘cuz Elmo is a bit of a bully, plus it is fun to scare the crap out of Pearlie.