P.J.

P.J. is one of my daughter’s three cats and I’m so happy that they’re all living close to me now because I can see them often.

Lizzie, as I may have said, is not the most loving creature and since I lost Snuffy I’m having kitty-cuddling withdrawal symptoms. Lizzie has her moments, but our cuddling sessions usually ending up with her biting me. P.J. is so sweet and Lisa’s other two kitties, Buster and Cinder are as well. Cinder is still a little skittish after the big move so she’s usually hiding under the bed when I’m visiting but Buster is up for lap-sitting and loving, especially since I took him a catnip banana today. Bribery always works.