I grew up as a dog person. I never really understood the point of cats; they didn't really seem to do much and you couldn't really play with them - I just didn't get it. Until I got a cat when I was in university. Now I understand and appreciate the personality, companionship, and just sheer amusement that comes with a cat.
A few years ago, I had to give my cat away and it absolutely broke my heart. Luckily, I was able to give him to my grandparents who live in the Kootneys. I tell you, that was the best thing I could have done for my Bobby Kitty and for my grandparents! He is so incredibly spoiled and well taken care of now (he gets way more attention than I ever could have given him), and my grandma just loves to dote over him. Not to say that I don't miss him all the time (cause I really do), but I appreciate how happy they all are together.
I took these photos of him while I was back visiting over Spring Break. And I don't care what anyone says about cats and long term memory... he totally remembered me!
All photos taken with my Pentax K1000 and expired film. (Sorry again about the quality on some of the shots)
P.S. Isn't he a darn handsome cat? He has such a good face and profile. So regal.
And yes, he is hanging out in the laundry basket in that last shot. Cute, right?