Amber and Panther are my cats. One thinks she’s queen of the world (typical cat) and the other thinks she’s a dog. Amber is the priss. She thinks the world revolves around her. If you don’t pay attention to her, she’ll walk in front of you. But if you pet her, she’ll walk away. She’s a tease. Panther, on the other hand, is like having a dog in a self sufficient cat suit. Panther plays fetch. When you throw a bottle cap, she will always bring it back to you. She eats everything. Her favorite is plastic bags. I’m not going into the details of when they come out the other end. She rolls over. She likes to have her stomach rubbed (I dare you do try that with a different cat). And her latest trick is dragging her butt on the carpet like a dog that has worms (and she doesn’t have worms — we took her to the vet). I think it has something to do with the plastic. Here is Panther and Amber around Christmas last year. Panther is black and Amber is orange.
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