The Sisters - A Dog's Welcome Home

April 2002 - I escaped from Canton and the wicked pack of Poms that made up my litter. I was homeward bound and ready to stake my claim as top dog in the house. But I never could have anticipated the cold, dreary welcome from my two feline counterparts that I simply refer to as "The Sisters".

Shaka Boo and Little Peeps were two fickle, furry kitties. At the time I met Shaka Boo, her heart was as black as her fur and her keen cat eyes could only envision one true love - her daddy. Wait, no - MY daddy. No one else measured up and she made that clear everyday, all the time. Hissing, evil maniacal looks followed by a turn of the head and a flitter of her tail was the greeting she gave to all those that were not her daddy and thus not worthy of her.

Little Peeps, although saved from the streets of San Marcos, TX, was as pretty and soft a Russian Blue cat as you'd ever seen. The only thing is she suffered from a severe case of bi-polar disorder. One minute she'd slowly rub her soft coat against your inviting advance all the while charming you with her hypnotic purr BUT the next minute she'd leave you as scratched as a chicken pin and feeling as though you just played catch with a run away razor blade.

These were my sisters...