Any non cat lovers avert {and roll} your eyes. This is my third {and final} cat birthday installment for the year. My true baby, Juniper Pearl Berry, turned 8 this past weekend 🙂 She’s the most trusting cat I’ve known, carries her toys in her mouth and howls until you play with her, loves getting her belly rubbed, and is able to throw some seriously dirty looks if something doesn’t suit her.
Juniper comes with a tiny sob story since she was a very unhealthy kitten when we first got her, but she’s a trooper. She’s all good now. We found a lady who was looking after abandoned cats when we were in search for some additions to our family 8 years ago {insert dream sequence} …
The lady said she had a special kitten that would need particular attention. She brought out Juniper who was so weak she could barely lift her head. So much sob! I took one look at her and knew she was mine. We brought her home along with another black kitten who we affectionately named Lucifer – my brothers cat.
When Juniper was small she caught a bad chest infection {before we got her}. Her eyes were bad, her ears infected, her mouth had sores, and she had a bad cough. That is, until I mothered the hell out of her. I cuddled hot water bottles with her, wiped her nose, cleaned her mouth and ears until she got better, and subsequently got an attitude. The most adorable attitude ever. If I were to leave the room, she would get up and follow me, even if she was sleeping. And still does it to this day.
Thanks to Junipers chest infection when she was little, she is in a constant state of snorting like a piglet – vets say that her nasal passageway grew around the infections, so she is forever breathing like Darth Vader. It sounds scary, but it’s quite cute in a weird way. As I say to guests “she just sounds sick. She isn’t really”.
June sleeps under the covers with me every night and is the best cuddler. She literally is my child.
Above, June cutting a pretty dirty look with my Colonel cross stitch, and being a seriously grumpy model with my monochromatic afghan blanket. She’s probably saying “mom, you’re embarrassing me”, but I’m ignoring her.
