I already wrote about Roman, our big fat cat who thinks he is a dog, but we do have another kitty. Beez. He is a "cat's cat" and I mean that quite literally, he is Roman's cat. We adopted him for Roman.
Roman was so high maintence that everyone said we needed a second cat as a playmate. Eventually gave in and got Roman a cat because he really, really wanted one. Enter Beez.
It worked out well, they are good friends and play all the time. I just wish Roman would learn to scoop Beez's cat litter box because as it is now we're taking care of both of them.
Beez is impossible to take photos of, he is camera shy. Actually, he is everything shy. While Roman is up in your face, Beez is up in a far off room hiding. They couldn't be more different.
There are a distinct few people outside of our immediate family that he will be brave enough to hang out with. My grandmother being one of them. He also loves pregnant women. Whenever a pregnant friend would come over he'd be right there on her lap.
He has no teeth. Zero. He has some auto-immune problem where they all rotted and had to be removed. Poor little gummy thing. He scarfs food all the same, he eats like a pig.
So now you've met Beez, Roman's cat. Now I can stop feeling guilty for not including him before.
