When Wally died I knew I would need another kitty in the house that I could hug and squeeze and wouldn’t try to kill me in my sleep. I also knew I wanted it to be a kitty, that I could train to be cuddly, instead of taking my chances with an older cat. My parents, understanding the importance of this, drove down to visit me towing a fuzzy baby.

I knew the kitty would be orange and decided him advance to call him Cheeto. I’d been receiving pictures from my mom for a few weeks of how cute Cheeto was… and Cheeto 2. Instead of just picking out one kitty they thought I’d like they decided to bring two down, so I could choose. I didn’t really think I wanted 3 cats in the house, so I hadn’t even named the second one.

The week they spent down here I got to hug the little kitties and come to know both the orange one, and pretty calico one. Cheeto and Roxie, brother and sister, became part of the crazy cat clan.

Now that GB is gone Cheeto McPherson and Roxie are the only cats left around the house. Cheeto is our laid back, Wally-type cat. He allowed James to shave him, loving every minute of his massage. Roxie tends to be a little bit less trusting and only wants to sit on my lap when it’s quiet. However they are definitely both lap cats, and love to be snuggled. And like I’ve said before, they’re prisoner cats. I never let them go outside so they’re always safe.