Those darn cats....

Cute, aren't they? Just Jack the Fat Cat in yellow and white and Goofy in gray stripes. Litter brothers...same mama but obviously different daddys. These are our "boys". Jack has E wrapped around his paw. Jack cries and E jumps...who would have thought it? E and Jack work cross words together, read the morning paper and oogle Giada on the cooking channel.

And then there is my cat...the Goof. He is a sweet baby who loves to cuddle with him mama when she can't sleep at night. We read books together, enjoy the silence in the house when the tv is not going and he even sits with me while I scrap book. What a guy!

and all the lovey kissy came to a screeching halt this morning when we attempted to give both of The Boys their pills for their bladder infections. One cat refused to sit, the other fought like a banshee after taking the pills quietly for the past 2 days. It took forever to chase each cat down (pulling Jack from under the bed and Goof out from under the dinning room table), finding a good grip and opening the mouth. Then we had to try and find where they spat the pill...and repeat same.

I don't think either of us will need plastic surgery or stitches and the blood will eventually come out of our clothes. Tomorrow is another day...and we can just hardly wait (insert caustic look)!