September 2010 Connor had gotten a kitty for his birthday and the boys just loved her. They still do! She’s too heavy now for Nick to pick her up or hold her anymore (I need to put her on a diet, LOL), and she’s become a bit reclusive over the years, but she still takes the love if she’s in the mood. I wish she was more friendly! She’s so scared of everything and everyone. Oh well, maybe it’s timeRead More →

September 1997 Nicky was starting to crawl at 10 months old and it was worrisome. His problems with his throat had become evident, as he would not swallow his saliva, so the front of his shirt was always wet. His hands (which I had no idea they could web) were starting to look pretty red and they would wound often. But this kitty that we had was amazing with him. She would let Nicky sit on him, pull his tailRead More →