Nov. 17, 2010
Every boy should have a dog cat, right? Especially a cat like ours.
I haven’t talked about Montana much, but really, she should get her own blog.
She comes to a whistle.
She loves getting her belly rubbed.
She snores loud enough to hear her through two doors and down a hallway.
She gives you five when you ask.
She greets you at the door every night.
She never scratches or bites, even when Oliver is literally pulling out her whiskers one by one.
She loves my boy like he was her own. Which is weird. Very, very weird.
Every night when we get home from daycare, Montana greets Oliver and the door. Once his coat and shoes are off, Oliver repays Montana by laying on her and giving her bear hugs.
And she loves this. She really does. You can hear her purring from any corner of the house.
My cat is weird.
Almost as weird as my boy.
I’m starting to think that she’s not really my cat anymore.
I think I’m ok with that too.
Let me know below!