I offically blame kitties for this. Not my two delightful kittty boys, Ares and Zeus, but kitties in general. Okay, truth be told, I'm not that far from being a crazy cat lady. I've always loved cats, and I always had at least one growing up. The first pet I remember was a sweet black cat named Salem. She pre-dated me into our family, lived through the Teton Dam breaking and the flooding of my home town of Blackfoot following it She let me maul her with love when I was little. We lost her when I was 16, and I cried for days. My Mom and I still talk about her "sock babies" when she would take a pair of folded sock out of any source she could find, and drag them up and down the hallway. This was a nocturnal activity, and I can still hear her "mowrow, mowrow" up and down in front of my door when I was a kid.
Anyway, point being, kitties are awesome. I've been struggling for awhile with some anxiety issues. It mostly hits at night, and I will do stupid things when I'm awake for no reason at 4am, like look up things that contribute to my anxiety. (I've got a case of Trypophobia. And insects/parasites freak me out in the same fashion)
So, to inhibit my anxious feelings, I found Cuteoverload.com, and then several blogs about kitties. I love ittybittykittycomittiee and others. The Daily Kitten helps a lot too. Baby kitties me smile everytime. But it also made me realize, "hey genius, you've got a blog!"
These are my two lovely boys Ares and Zeus. Ares is the bigger of the two, and the shorthaired one. Zeus is the one with the floof.
