my indoor trio
Another set of before and after images of my trio. Fluffy was the only cat that we adopted from a neighbor who was pretty reluctant to part with him, but with my dad already holding him what could she had done? I got to admit, my dad’s way of asking for a kitten is quite…unorthodox. HAHAHA.
Hazel and Garfield are rescues.
Looking at them now made me feel happy and a little wistful, especially with Hazel since her situation was unique and her will to survive has always been a source of inspiration for me. She follows me like a puppy even to the bathroom and likes to watch the flushing of the toilet (which is a little disturbing to me, but funny in a way) and stays with me while I take a bath without meowing like I’m torturing her or something.
Garfield likes to snuggle on my lap like some baby and it’s cute.
Fluffy had been mistaken for a dog…twice. One even ran out of the house upon seeing him.
And I recently found out that Ada is a he. I had never felt so mortified in my life! I can’t rename him anymore since it stuck. But oh well….if Wesker turned out to be a she along with Cuddles, I might go nuts.