I have had some unfortunate luck when it comes to my pets. I had my first 3 for almost 20 years. When the last one died, I adopted two black kittens (Roscoe and Boudreax, pronounced Boo-drow) for my parents for Christmas. Boudreaux died in an accident and so I got the other a new playmate, Magnolia (Maggie-nolia or Maggie). She had a very rare (and fatal) disease that she passed it on to the remaining black kitten, Roscoe. It finally came to the time where we had to put her to sleep. We waited a while and adopted the two we have now, Boris and Natasha. They are healthy as can be and spoiled rotten (go figure).

Roscoe and Boudreaux (Roscoe is on the floor and Boudreaux is on the carpet tree). Watch out! One of them is likely to actaully get that piece of ribbon!

This was Maggie (short for Magnolia). She was so sweet and cute when I brought her home. As you can see she is trying to rid the world of the horrible paper monster. I had to have her put to sleep when she got sick

Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep.
My potted plants were never the same after her.

Boris looks bored with all his toys. Either that or he is plotting revenge against his sister, Natasha.