The Boys

In our home we have two kitties! There’s Jack (The Pirate Cat AAaaaarrrrggggg) with his eye patch and goatee, there is PUK (Poor Unnamed Kitty), our tuxedo boy. Jack is a complete goober, has PTSD (no, really, because thats not sad at all), & is a complete twink who pretty much lives on my mans shoulder or lap (whatever is available will do, thank you very much). He’s funny and sweet, and oh-so jealous. PUK is a cats cat. We are but his hooman servants, placed to serve him with thumping (like a dog) at least 5 times a day. Dammit. Or else. He’s got a meow like a foghorn, so the or else is a serious threat. But he will lure you in with bunny paws and promises of a soft white tummy that you never get to touch. This boy has Hoomans figured out, for sure. My shop stock is kept away from these two troublemakers, in a separate part of the house where they never go. I am horribly allergic to kitties, so this is the real deal. While I share my husband and the common home spaces with them, they never go into the studio. So, if you’ve got allergies like me, know I’ve got you covered! Cheers and thanks for reading, Kye