A Fuzzy Pick-me-up

Yesterday wasn't the greatest day. Today isn't so fabulous either. When I feel blue, there is nothing like a prissy, fuzzy, stubborn little tabby and his fat, cuddly side-kick to make me feel better. 
This is Milo. I felt bad leaving him out of the first post. He was here first after all.  

He's fat. He's loud. He's needy. And man does he love treats. He can hear a yogurt container open from 3 miles away. He is also the best lap kitty ever. 

This is what he does when he's not munching.

This is Nacho as a little kitten. This is before he went psycho. Best thing Brian ever brought home without asking me. Who could turn that down? 

He looks kind of like an alien in this one. Perhaps that should of been a clue. 

Milo was less than thrilled when we brought this brat into his life. 

I'll get you fat kitty! You'll never know what hit you!

But they eventually made friends. 

At some point along the way, Nacho went crazy. Are we bad parents?

No, seriously - he's kinda nuts. Proof: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150467067030357&comments&set=t.1482161918&type=1

It's OK though. He loves me. 

 And look, he can even smile.

Ah. I feel better already.

Ok, Ok. I promise not to make whole posts of my cats too often.

Maybe. 

But here's one for the road.