On April 1st, one of the craziest, most high maintenance cats to ever roam the Earth was born. His name turned out to be Christmas, and he turned out to be MINE. I am sure part of the reason he is so crazy is because of me, but some of it just has to be in his DNA. Even though he has bit me, scratched me, thrown up on my Boston jacket, peed in just about every corner of our house, knocked over many a glasses of water, and has woken me up countless times begging for food, I still could not love an animal more than I love my Chrissy Boy. Having lost our Basey Girl, I know how important it is to appreciate your pets every single day. Because one day, they aren't going to be there anymore. I can't imagine my life without Christmas, and I am so glad we have had 9 CRAZY YEARS with him! Here's to CHRISTMAS, and many, many, many more years of his antics, drama, manipulation, and sweet, sweet love!
If you want to know a little more about Christmas, this post sums it up completely...
I love you, Chrissy!!!
Tell me about the crazy things your fur (or feather!) baby does!