Three Furballs = Lots of Hairballs!

I apologize for having been out of the posting loop for quite some time. Morgan frequently asks me when I'm going to post again as she enjoys reading both my blog and James'. Yesterday I showed her a posting on a friend's blog (Melissa in AL) where her pets were introduced to readers and became a post all of their own. Morgan really enjoyed reading that posting so I offered to let her do the same kind of entry on my blog since I've been in a dry spell of my own when it comes to writing. So, without any further back-story, here is Morgan's guest-blogger posting introducing you to our funny furballs.

Our family lives around pets. We need pets. And so that’s why I’m going to blog about our furry friends today.


This is Paddy. She’s 12 years old, and she is the smallest of all our cats. As are all our other cats, she’s a Maine Coon Tabby mix. You could describe Paddy as sweet and gentle, but she is also sensitive. She cannot stand being brushed! Paddy will “talk” to us more than the others, because if we look down and say something, she will go, “Meooooowwww.” She usually keeps to herself but has been known to chase her brother on more than one occasion, which is so funny to see! She loves to sleep on top of people during the night and will usually stay in my Mom and Dad's bed, often on Mom's back or legs.


This is Seamus. He’s Paddy’s brother. He is a very dark color. Seamus could be described as unpredictable. One minute he’ll be purring in your lap, licking you, and the next whacking you in your face, like he just did to me earlier today! However, he’s our only cat that actually stays still and likes being brushed. He was chased by, Kooshie, our youngest cat in the “earlier days,” and so now he will go right up to that cat and whack him. Revenge. He has a battle scar on one ear to prove that he picks fights with Kooshie. He'll usually start the fight but then get scared and he "screams" like a little girl! Really, his shrieks are so hilarious because they sound funny coming out of a boy cat! Seamus loves to steal the warm spots on a couch or a chair, meaning if you get up from your seat for a moment when you come back Seamus will be in that spot! It's like he has a heat sensor in him!


This is Shakoosh, or Kooshie, the youngest addition to our family. The name comes from the Iraqi name for the Army base Daddy was at when he was deployed for “the Surge” of OIF5. Kooshie is 2 years old. We got him when we went to the Humane Society to take donations. He had been rescued from a kill shelter on his last day. It was probably his personality that saved him. While we were in the cat room, Mommy saw him and noticed how he looked like Paddy. Soon his sweet personality had us captured and we adopted him, that skinny thing. Now he is a whopping 16.5 pounds, making him by far our heaviest cat. He is tiger-striped and could be described as wild, playful, and full of energy. Kooshie is a true family cat. He is very dog-like, however, and enjoys rolling in dirt, chasing toys, and drinking out of toilets! Kooshie likes to be wherever we are and he will follow us around the house, just like a dog! Maybe he's just really grateful that his life was spared and he wants to show us how much he loves us for that.

Our seniors, Paddy and Seamus, were raised together as brother and sister. The thought that they ruled our house had entered their minds, but when Kooshie came, he decided they were just too old! Now, over 1 ½ years later, they have learned to tolerate each other, but we'd never go so far as to say they are all friends yet! Maybe one day they'll get there. They make pretty good friends to us, though!