Mrow! Mrow! Mrow! That means hi, hello, can we play now?
Mrrrrrrrowwww…. Means why did you leave me, and can you feed me?
Mrooow? I’m pretty sure means why aren’t you paying attention to me, I’m head butting you at this very moment (This is what is actually happening, and that’s the cat call I hear right now.).
The cat behind the meows is Hanx, my mix breed kitty. I’m pretty sure he’s at least some part Siamese thanks to all the talking, but he’s also some beautiful blue breed. He’s my first adopted cat, as I’ve been a dog person my whole life. I had no idea what I was missing out on! The shelter said he was about 1.5 years old when we got him, so he’s a few months away from his 2 year birthday.
He’s a sweet, sweet boy who loves to cuddle and I just can’t get enough of him, hence the blog. I clearly needed an outlet to talk about my days as a cat mama without annoying the ever loving shit out of my friends. So here goes, the tales of this one kitty, Hanx!