But they have something in common that I don't share.
They are Mommies.
I actually read a lot of "Mommy Blogs." I cheer with them at their children's successes, empathize with them their parenting struggles, and make ooey-gooey-cuteness noises at the adorable pictures of their offspring that grace the pages of their blogs.
Mommyhood is a sorority I'm desperate to pledge. I dream of my future children, my arms ache to hold them, I even write them letters.
But in a very huge way, even without children, I am a Mommy. I have four inexcusably charming kitty cats who are, in their very own way, my four-legged children. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and although I'm not 100% sure what it feels like to play Chase and Pounce and Catnip Toy, I'm pretty certain I can guess.
So today is a blog for me--a Mommy with furry children. I can't barrage you with photos of my doe-eyed, tow-haired children. But I CAN barrage you with photos of my cats!!!
Things I Find Ridiculously Adorable About My Fur-Kids:
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| Toe Floof (ie: the fur that grows out from between their toesies) |
| Pink noses. (Or brown or black or whatever color they are. Noses are cute.) |
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| They way they sleep all smooshed up. |
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| Brotherly snuggle time. Awww. |
How FREAKING ADORABLE they are as kittens. Seriously. HOW CUTE IS THAT?
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| That "Hey Ma, whatcha doin? Huh? Huh?" look of utter curiosity. |
| Similarly, that "I'm-super-excited-about-this-game" face they make when they're wound up and rambunctious. |
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| Their creativity when it comes to game play is endless. |
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| And their ferocity and man-cat-ness is blatantly obvious. |
I could go on and on for hours. Seriously. I have over a bazillion pictures, and more than half of them are of my cats.
But my favorite "cute" thing about them? The slurpy noises they make when they eat.
So I may not change dirty diapers. I may not worry how my actions will irrevocably damage or enlighten them. I don't have to fear that society will ruin their innocence or mar their sense of well-being.
But I do change litter boxes. And I love each of them with more of my heart than I ever thought I could give. They keep me company, they annoy the bejesus out of me when they're hungry, they keep me on a schedule, and they wake me up in the wee hours of the morning. They love me unconditionally, they make me laugh on a daily basis, and they cheer me up when I'm sad about not having furless babies.
So I guess, technically, that makes AbbyGabs a Mommy Blog afterall...right?





