I went looking for photos of the kitties this evening and wow, did I fall down a rabbit hole filled with cuteness…
The Mommy likes to tell me what a great cat I am. “Baby Ember” she calls me. Then she tells me I’m super-cute. I have to agree. I am also beautiful when I want to be.
When I was a kitten, it was all cuteness all the time.
Even when I climbed the screens.
Back then, Inkblot and I used to sleep together. We’d play and wrestle. We were the most awesomest kitties in the world!
Then I started to grow up and the Mommy caught me in some … compromising situations. Before you call the kitty abuse hotline, the Mommy doesn’t allow the Daddy to bring that tasty stuff from that place into the house anymore, so I can’t explore the bags anymore. Sadface. Those bags always smelled so good.
To give Inkblot equal embarrassment time, here’s a gag reel photo of her.
She’s gonna kill me for that, so here are a couple of her in her “I’m going to be a model” phase.
When she realized the long hours it takes, she changed her mind about that.