We've had many cats in the past. Some were just strangers passing through, having seen our "SUCKER FOR CATS" sign (the sort visible only to the feline kingdom), and some came to be part of our family and still dwell in our hearts long after their passing.
My daughter, Mishaelle, has two cats in her home. They were woefully neglected and starved when a friend from Mishaelle's work rescued them more than six years ago. As is typically the case with people who rescue cats, the work friend already had a house full of critters and Mishaelle took in the babies.
I want to share photos I took this afternoon of Mishaelle and her furry son, Rhett. There's also a photo of Haden and Rhett. Haden is my human grandson and Rhett is my furry grandson.The cute thing about these photos is that Rhett is getting his armpits scratched which is just about his most favorite kind of attention.
Photo 1: Mishaelle and Rhett... the one armpit scratch. Photo 2: Haden and Rhett... the double I'm-SO-into-this armpit scratch. The look on Rhett's face is pure ecstasy!
