Mini me loves our cats, and especially our little black lady named Morris. And yes, we know it’s not a girly name, but it suits her just fine. “Morr” in Swedish is “growl” in English and she spent her first days with us growling and fighting her brother, and although being only 12 weeks old and he almost 6 months (at the time) she kicked his butt repeatedly those first few days (today she’s always the one loosing the battle. He’s just to big and heavy compared to her, and if she try to put up a fight he ends up sitting on her keeping her down). So I guess you could translate her name Morris to Growly or something close to that in English. 😆
Anyways, mini me played with Morris and dressed her in a pink and glittery tiara, and she wasn’t super happy about that.
And neither was her brother Charlie.
But he looked very cute though. 😂
I bought the cats a chair in cardboard for them to scratch their claws on, but they don’t. Morris prefers to use it as a bed. Her favourite spot to be at the moment. Well, at least it’s getting used.
Now I’m going back to hiding under my covers again.
Over and out