This little critter is my furry-sweet love-bug. His name is Quaker. We named him that because we found him at the shelter the week of Thanksgiving last year.
Aside from the big hunk of burning love that I sleep beside each night (the one I married nearly 16 years ago) he’s my favorite man. Ok, mancat.
I had no idea how good of a cat he would turn out to be. He’s the goodest kitty. A very piously sweet fur baby – which suits his religious little name well. He even lets me rub his overly fuzzy belly.
I figured I would throw him a token post on his anniversary-of-adoption month. It was a year ago next week that he became part of our crazy little family.
We love you Quaker.