We have two cats at our house. A mother, Gracie, and her daughter, Cleopatra. We got Gracie while I was in high school and she had Cleopatra shortly after. I have never been that close to either of them. They live outside and I have always felt like cats are too selfish for me to connect with, thus we have remained mere acquaintances.
Today I ate my breakfast out of the patio and both of them were nearby. Creopatch, that is one of her nicknames, was really interested in my bowl of cereal. She roamed around my little table, swishing her tail back and forth, occasionally placing her two front paws on the edge to get a better look. She is a very beautiful cat, with a coat of brown and black and a small, pleasant face combine to create a pleasing affect.
Her mother, Gracie, is black and white and extremely stunning. They are both elegant creatures. The children in the neighborhood love them and the cats treat them very well.
We have never been a family big on cats but they have become part of us. My Dad loves their sleek, clever ways. Sometimes we get caught just watching them scale the fence or cascade down the rose bush trellis.
Dogs have always been my thing but I am starting to think twice about cats. I am not quite sure how to connect with them more, but I am excited to watch out for them as if I love them. We'll see how the rest of the summer goes.
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