*crazy cat mum klaxon*
Today my furry babies turn 8-years old. Over that period, we’ve moved home 7 times, I’ve been really poorly, and have gone through times of utter heart ache and complete joy; and they’ve been there with me every step of the way.
They laid on my bed when I was ill, made me laugh when I thought I’d never smile again, and allowed me to dance around the lounge with them when I’ve been happy.
They might just be cats, but they’ve been the only constant in my life throughout all those moments, giving me endless cuddles and unconditional love. Getting them was, by far, the single best decision of my entire life.
I’m a total crazy cat mum but I don’t care; I love them.
Happy Birthday boys!