Real quick thought, anyone who knows me knows my first child, Tuggle has been such a special fuzzy (if arrogant) addition to my life for 11yrs now. I got her my sophomore year of college when my sister felt she was betraying her cat at home and was going to return the sweet grey kitty to the pound. Appalled I agreed to take her on as my very own responsibility and she's slept on my bed ever since. She finally forgave me after many long years and one military deployment (which somehow we're certain she was responsible for) for letting 'The Boy' in my life. Brian has worked tirelessly to win her acceptance with lots of honey ham and meat. She further forgave me for bringing 'the Fat Thing' home (her endearing title for Estella, our slightly overweight other cat). Lastly she forgave me for bringing home 'the Baby Thing' 20 months ago. Somehow she sensed the importance and similarity of this tiny thing to her own 'maum' and did ok. So, the purpose of this background is Abigail finally paid tribute last night to my dear fuzzy little kitty, on her own looked up at her glaring down from high on the couch and declared "Guggle!!". I was so proud I clapped and screamed in delight and had her say it over and over again. Yeah! She can say her name. Those of you who know me well know the significance of this to me. :()
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Yea!!!!! Teach that baby the importance of the cat's rank. I love it!!!! Great picture of Tugs too.
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