The Fam

Meet the two males that share my bed.

I can’t stop them. They have claws. And meow really loud

Meet Walter Gibson Charles the 5th aka Gibson, Gib, Gibby Gab or Gabbos.

He’s the more normal of the two. He knows about personal space and isn’t obsessed with jumping on everything.

I’ve had Gib since 2005 when I bought my house. I went to a Pet Store (I know, I know, they get their kittens from kitty mills. I am a HORRIBLE person and have been trying to atone ever since) just to look and ended up coming home with this guy.

Gib has not liked a single guy that I have dated until the current guy came along. He likes the current guy more than he likes me.

The day Gib likes someone I bring to meet him is the day I find Mr. Right.

 

 

To the right is Sir Basil Luka of the Fluffy Knickers.

 

He’s a little shit who follows me into the bathroom. He likes to hump Gib – which Gib does not like so much.

Bas (like Baz) has major personal space issues. He likes sleeping in the weirdest places and knocking things down – like my laptop.

He was abandoned in an apartment back in November. I took him home with me in December. Though he’s a complete shit most of the time, he doesn’t shed and because he gets into so much trouble, I keep my house cleaner.

Basil is a whore. He loves everyone. He has no judge of character.  But he’s cute.

My human family (parents) lives about 6 miles away from me. My bro and his wife live in AZ with their two dogs, Calvin & Hobbes.