A visual journey through the lives, and weight changes, of my cats…

Introducing, Seven and Voodoo, both stray cats adopted by yours truly.

Shortly after arriving to their new home, they find the food bowl, which is bigger than them. This is the beginning of Seven’s downfall.

Eating is a pretty big job for these two. This picture symbolizes the beginning of what I like to call the “strange sleep positions phase.”
Let’s take a walk through that phase…

Seven started airin’ out her bits pretty early in her life.

I’m pretty sure he spent so much time trying to jump up onto the bed that when he finally got there, he was exhausted and passed out. I like to call this one “crash landing.”

I don’t even know what could have happened here. Perhaps she started up on top of them and slowly fell in between the two pillows.

After a move to Salt Lake City, the two cats thought they’d help by unpacking.

It turns out Voodoo was trying to pack Seven away

Because of a mistake I made by giving them a cardboard box to play with, they discovered it could be made into a lounge. Voodoo dabbled in the lounge business for about a week until a my foot a freak disaster ruined the box.

Distraught and hopeless, Seven comforts Voodoo during his time of grief. This also brings about another odd sleeping phase.

Voodoo soon picked up wrestling after watching the WWE and decided to practice a headlock on Seven. She was such a good sport about the whole thing.

After losing so many matches to Voodoo, Seven quickly put on weight.

Voodoo, mistaking Seven for a turkey, began licking her in his sleep.

Seven quickly out grew her bed. Occasionally neighbors would ask where I found the beached whale and why I had it in my house. Despite these comments, Seven trotted on.

Voodoo set up elaborate tricks to cheer her up.

Yet another move and Voodoo is prepared to go this time.
This leads us to today…where earlier you saw the whale Seven and Voodoo curled up on my bed. You will be happy to know that Seven is maintaining her weight, licks feathers and still airs out her bits often. Voodoo, the mischief, chases bugs, pounces on feathers and maintains hope of one day opening up another kitty lounge.