Name: Mang
Alias: Mangmang, Mangersons, McMangersons, Chubber butt, Mangers.
Age: 13
Breed: Siamese and Manx. She mostly resembles a Manx, with just a little Siamese coloring, and she definitely has the Siamese yowl down.
Occupation: Meatball.
Known for: She has big blue eyes and no tail, just a little fluffy nub that looks like a bunny tail. She is the most laid back, relaxed cat in the world. Seriously, she has the most unbelievably sweet disposition. She is also the best snuggley cat, I love picking her up and holding her like a teddy bear after a rough day.
Name: Charlotte
Alias: Poop monster, fluffer butt, kitten mittens.
Age: 3
Breed: Something fluffy and cute.
Occupation: Permanent kitten.
Known for: She's afraid of ceiling fans when they're turned off and of Barry White. I know, I don't get the fan thing, either. She's a Hemingway cat, meaning she has extra toes, otherwise known as a polydactyl cat. Her front paws look like oven mitts, or like little mittens. She actually uses them to do things like open doors and drawers. It's only a matter of time before she learns to hold things. Once she figures it out I'm making her do my laundry while I'm at work.
This is Craig and me late last year, being dumb butts in front of the camera, because as a general rule, we are dumb butts. He is all around awesome. We've been together for seven years this July. He loves ice cream, super spicy foods, and puts curry and cayenne on everything. His special talents are that he does not freaking age and that he is constantly striving to better himself through diet and exercise. He also has the nicest hair of anyone I've ever met, male or female, and it doesn't matter if he has it short or long. He loves cats. I think he might actually BE part cat, to tell you the truth.
I was going to write something about my car accident last October, and how walking away from that without any serious injuries despite the car being totaled has made me appreciate my life and everything good in it that much more, but... that pretty much sums it up right there. Makes me think of something a woman in treatment for breast cancer once said to me when I asked them how her day was: "Every day that I wake up is a good day." Indeed.
