Chillin with the kitties

Sometimes, the best thing to do is to come home from a horrible day at work and just chill with the cats.

Buku - my "old lady" - is the meanest Torti to walk the face of the earth. But she loves her "mom". And men...she has no use for other women, but boy does she love men! It could be the cable guy, the mailman, whoever...as long as it is a man, she is the friendliest cat on the face of the earth! She is a big fan of giving kitty kisses...within the last year or so, they've become increasingly drooly, though. I finally figured out why yesterday. She has lost her bottom left "canine" (is that what you call it on a cat?) tooth. I guess she's allowed...she would be over 100 years old in people years, but still acts like a kitten sometimes.

Tipper, the Bombay bomber, never ceases to amaze me with her silliness. At times she seems to have no brain in her head at all...but she is the sweetest cat in the world. She loves to snuggle, and is definitely a "lap kitty". She would flop on me all day if I would stay still. I'll never forget taking her to the vet for the first time...my regular vet was not in, and the vet on duty always came across to me as more of a "dog person" - he was not a bad vet, but never seemed to be very warm towards my cats in the past. When Tipper stepped out of the cage, he picked her up, looked at her, turned her towards me and said (in his Eastern-Indian accent), "Look at that face! Have you ever seen such a precious face? She is the most beautiful kitten I have ever seen!" And Tipper has never forgotten it...

I don't think I could survive some days without coming home and getting some unconditional love from "my girls".