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 These kitties are my babies, the little darlings that they are. The big black fellow is Gavroche, but we call him Gavvy or Gav for short. The little bitty gray and white ball of fluff beside him is Eponine, Nini or Neener for short. In October of 1999, my roommate (at that time) picked up a poor little furry kitty that someone literally dropped off in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Hattiesburg. She brought him back to our apartment with the plan to bring him to the humane society the next day, but I saw the little critter and fell in love. So, I kept him, and we named him Gavroche. We quickly learned that he had to be into everything. If you were trying to eat, he wanted to be in the middle of your plate. If you were doing homework, he wanted to be in the middle of your book. His favorite toys are ping pong balls and drinking straws. He's usually not big on affection unless he's in the mood. Gavvy's favorite hobby is creature watching. We have a sunroom, and he'd gladly pass the entire day away sitting out there, watching the birds, squirrels, bugs, and lizards. For our one month anniversary, Ken was going to buy me a little turtle. He'd been unable to find one for me, so we went to a pet store in search of one together. While there, I started watching the kittens, and this one pair was too cute to ignore. After watching for quite a while, Ken agreed to let me get one, and I picked her. We almost named her Turtle, but we decided to name her Eponine, Gavroche's sister in the book Les Mis. When we brought her home, Gavvy wasn't happy, but after a couple of weeks, it was ok. She's hyper and fast, and I think she thrives on driving Gavvy bonkers. She loves to lick things. She licks people's fingers and toes and socks and shirts. Gavvy, is, of course, the main object of her licking affection. There's this little bitty mousie. Or it used to be a mousie. No longer has a tail and most of it's faux fur has been pulled off, but she loves it. It's tiny. Nini size. She bats it around, but no matter where we put it, she always manages to get it back into the living room and under the sofa. Of course, it has a zillion other mousie friends there keeping it company. |
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