Luna

Luna was my first cat. She is now five years old. A grumpy old lady. Simba who is two, is still in the playful kitten stage and thinks that my old gal loves to play but she does not. I will see them running through my place like wild cats of the Serengeti and then the growls, spitting and hissing come forth and then I feel like I am watching an episode of National Geographic. I think Simba has not got it through his hyper little head yet that Luna does not like to play. He has come crying to me on more than one occasion when the playfulness has not gone his way. Ah well....at least they keep things lively on the home front.