Boys in a box...



















Boys now in the icebox... until we make room in the freezer and the canner.

Don't hate me because I am beautiful, hate me because I photograph well even while napping.

That's right, he is chromosomally just a boy

Ty was his shelter name, Eiley named him Beau. We couldn't agree upon a name, so we chose Ty-Beau. Or Taebo. Or sometimes TyTy (Bri) or Bobo (Eiley). Or in the middle of the night,

Upstairs: "Daddy/Mommy waaah"
Downstairs: "What's wrong?"
Upstairs: "Cat on the bed!!!"

So here he is, Mr Patient, himself. At 6 mos old, he is willing to be carted around repeatedly. Very Percy like.

What was that? Can I chase it? And playful as only an older kitten would be.

These wrappers make nice chase-y toys too. And super-tolerant of the kids poking him, carrying him, playing with him, etc.