Life as a fur-mom
It’s funny how things work out sometimes. Mac and I don’t have children and don’t plan to for a while (especially with another deployment pending). But we have our hands full every day with Purrburger.
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| Snuggling with Mac at the vet because she was scared of the dogs there. |
Recently, I’ve wiped a poopy butt (since she has longer fur). I’ve had to take my sick baby to the vet for shots, an ear infection (twice), and, most recently, a surprise case of worms. My 16 month old likes to wake me up crying at 3 am because she’s hungry. Well, more because she ate all of her wet food and only has dry food left.
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| Purr-ito |
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| Look at her little feets! |
My baby might have four paws and a fluffy tail, but she’s still my baby. Same goes for Kittie, my now 18 year old cat who lives with my parents. I obsess over how cute my cats are. I take ridiculous pictures of them. Mac and I are debating which Star Wars costume we want her to wear. I can’t help it. I’m a fur-mom.
