Why is My Dad Watching TV and Not Petting Me?

I don’t get any attention!

Cato

I don’t understand why my dad is always watching TV or doing something else when he could be petting me. Lucky is chewing on one of her toys, so she doesn’t need attention. I wouldn’t mind if my dad could pet me for hours. Poor me. I don’t get any attention!

A Cato and Lucky Christmas

Well, finally our wait was over. We woke up this morning, Christmas morning, to find out Santa Claus had been to our house during the night. Our dads opened their presents first and then it was our turn. Here are some of the photos my dad, Kevin took. I hope you had as much fun as we did.

Cato
Cato
Cato
Lucky
Lucky

We got a lot of stuff in our stockings too, but we have to wait until later to enjoy them. Our dads are afraid we would eat all of the treats in one day. Can you imagine that? Here are the photos of our stockings, full of treats.

Lucky’s stocking
Cato’s stocking.

Merry Christmas again to all of our pet friends and pet parents.

We Wish You a Merry Christmas!

Cato and Lucky waiting for Santa.

Lucky and I are getting pretty excited waiting for Santa Claus to come. We know there are a couple of presents under the tree for us, but what we are really excited for are our stocking that are hanging from the mantle.

Cato guarding our stockings.

There are four stocking hanging from the mantle. One for each of our dads and one for each of us. If you look closely you can see that our stocking are actually shaped like a bone. We know there are a lot of goodies in there, but we have to wait for 2 more days.

We would like to wish all of our furry friends and slimy and scaly and feathery pet friends a very Merry Christmas . And also a very Merry Christmas to your pet parents. I’m sure they will show you a lot of love this holiday season. Stay safe and warm!

The Other Members of Our Pet Family

Quaker parrots, Gizmo and Blue.
Hannibal, the chameleon.
My dads’ reef tank.

Cato and I, of course are the most important pets our dads have, but we want to introduce the other pets that live in our household. My dads have 2 quaker parrots, Blue and Gizmo. They are extremely noisy and messy. Sometimes they are allowed to fly around the house, but Cato and I know that we are not allowed to catch them. Once Blue even landed on Cato’s head. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t touch Blue. Cato and I can chase as many birds as we want when we are outside, but we leave Blue and Gizmo alone.

My dad, Kevin, has a chameleon. He’s neat because he turns all kinds of colors, from blue, to red, to yellow and of course green. When he’s outside his enclosure we can sniff him, but he is kind of boring because he moves so slowly.

My dads also have two saltwater aquariums, which they spend a lot of money on. I don’t get, though. The fish don’t do anything except swim around. They’re pretty, but we usually ignore them. There are also some koi that live in the pond in our backyard. We rarely see them, so we don’t pay any attention to them.

So that’s all of the members of our little family. Some people call our house a zoo, but it’s our home and we love it.

Our Cousins Sent Us A Photo

Stanley the parrot and his brother Cooper.

Our dads niece, Sarah, posted on Facebook, this picture of her pets, our cousins Stanley and Cooper. They look so cute with their Santa hats on, but I don’t think Cooper is too happy about the idea. Stanley seems to be strutting his stuff and showing off for Cooper. We hope our dads don’t get any ideas! We wear party hats only on our birthday every year. And we don’t like it! Merry Christmas cuzzes!

Our Dads Bought Us a New Couch

Lucky taking a nap on the new couch.

Our dads bought a new couch. They said it was for them, but we all know couches are for dogs, not people. They also bought Cato and I new beds for the floor beside the couch. They’re okay, but the couch is so much more comfortable. We only use our beds if there’s no room on the couch.

Our first day in our new home.

Lucky and Cato as puppies.

This is how we arrived at our new home, in a Lowe’s cardboard box. We didn’t stay in the box in the car on the way home and we didn’t stay in the box very long when we got home.

We stayed in a little pen in the from foyer of our house until our daddies got us each a crate. We cried all night long and soon learned to climb over this pen.