I love this picture of my daughter Emily and Bo. Bo has always been the biggest photo hog. See how he poses and looks right at the camera?! It’s like he’s taking a new picture for his Facebook profile or something.
Notice his little boo boo on his head? He and Svenn, like most outdoor-sy male cats, get so many scrapes and cuts, they keep me shook up and worried.
I often go out each morning to find Bo with a new limp, too. He’s favoring one of his arms this week – next week it’ll probably be time for one of his legs to show up gimpy. They’re such beautiful cats, too. It’s like they’re little boys on a playground and I’m fighting to keep them clean and straight. It’s an uphill battle – they want no part of clean, straight, unruffled, or pretty.
My boys are such little angels with people, but are apparently holy terrors with each other and other cats. I love living out away from the city, with all the raccoons, possums, cats, etc – but it makes everyday an adventure when you have nosy little boy cats on the prowl.
Svenn looks especially gruesome lately – poor baby. His little face is swollen and he looks like he’s been on a ten week bender. He’s still his happy, go-lucky little self – purring and meowing like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But he looks really rough – even worse than Bo.
The frustrating thing is, I’m not certain they aren’t roughing each other up! Neither one’s apparently much of a fighter, though, so I wish they’d just stick with sleeping. THAT they do beautifully!
