3 of 3 boys. My love, my fiancee, my partner in crime. A person as sweet and genuine, I have never met. He fills my life with a warmth that everyone should feel.
Loves to cook... roasts a mean Moroccan Leg of Lamb, and whips up a scrumptious cheese cake. Has a great passion for KUMON, and teaching children how to live a life full of achievement by taking small steps toward the goal.
Creativity is a part of my daily life, through my day job as a user experience designer, my lovely life with my husband and kitty, and engaging with the world at large through knitting, illustration and painting... enjoy
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Cat in a Box
introducing my 2 of 3 boys. Mr Cosmo King. He came to me from a room-mate who couldn't take him with her. It taken him a very long time to feel truly safe with me.
He is fierce. A wonderfully warm hearted yet prickly black cat, his soft velvety fur is the softest you will ever touch, with the smallest feet that you'll ever see on a male cat. "Nureyev" is what I would have called him, if he didn't already have a name.
Mr Cosmo doesn't meow. He yells. Usually at me. He's a little cancerian kitty with a heart of gold and a really big sword.
I swear that he would really hurt anyone who broke into our home. He's got that kind of spirit.
Mr Malcolm
Meet one of my three boys - Malcolm.
He's lived and loved with me for 5 years now. He is a true treasure who loves being a dog as much as he loves a belly rub.
He came to me as a little 5 month old wild kitty, that someone found in their garage, with his two sisters and his mummy. They were really feral. His sister's were black, and grey & white.
I thought I would take the little black female. But Mr. Malcolm wasn't having any of that. His little curious head was poking out at me from all of the nooks and crannies he could find. Caution and curiosity... that's Malcolm.
And No, he's not named after a soap opera actor. Its just the name that fit. Doesn't he look like a Malcolm?
He's lived and loved with me for 5 years now. He is a true treasure who loves being a dog as much as he loves a belly rub.
He came to me as a little 5 month old wild kitty, that someone found in their garage, with his two sisters and his mummy. They were really feral. His sister's were black, and grey & white.
I thought I would take the little black female. But Mr. Malcolm wasn't having any of that. His little curious head was poking out at me from all of the nooks and crannies he could find. Caution and curiosity... that's Malcolm.
And No, he's not named after a soap opera actor. Its just the name that fit. Doesn't he look like a Malcolm?
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