Mike has been there with me through thick an thin, heart breaks and family tragedies, meeting my husband and the birth of both of my children, holidays and boring days. He's seen it all folks.

He's been through many things himself. He's had his leg broken, as you see below, it doesn't sit right and he usually sticks it out like that when he sits. He's had broken ribs and a punctured lung (car accident). And a traumatizing incident with fried onions. (He loves them, but they give them heart burn something fierce!)


Don't let that placid "I don't care what you think" look fool you. He's an insecure kitty that loves a reassuring cuddle every now and then.

He puts up with so much. With both my kids learning to walk and tripping on him. Both children teething and munching on that silky smooth tail of his. He's a very patient if not stubborn cat. He will refuse to move from his spot...even if his tail is being very adamantly yanked.


I admit...I'm a cat person. I like the self cleaning and self pooping thing they do. They take care of that and only want to snuggle. Of course..they do it when you're pretty busy..like in the middle of a good book or right in an intricate lace row of a complicated shawl.

He's also a bit of a Garfield himself. He's got a stuffed animal that he needs to cuddle. It's a few years old now, missing an eye, missing some stuffing and really needs a washing. It's also a pony and bright pink. I initially got it for my daughter. But my cat saw it and fell in love, and with the recent laying to rest of his teddy bear, it was the perfect thing to console his heart.
Mike has to be the sweetest, cutest 1 foot tall furry best friend a girl can have. Believe me I'm the luckiest gal alive.
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I'll post some knitting soon. :D I promise!
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