This post goes out to the Father of My Kitties (okay, so the cats are not technically mine, they live in a different house, and I have completely insinuated myself as the Kitty Momma…what of it?).
I bolster the hell out of cat self-esteem on a regular basis. Our boy was the runt of the litter, and now he’s the Alpha Cat of the house. And our girl doesn’t even care that her ass always looks fat in photos. Job well done.
SheWalksSoftly 
4 responses to “The Inner Cat”
cat stories at the grocery store? only in the 70s!
Sounds like you’re doing great with those cats! And no Valium either…
Valium. Blimey!
In full disclosure, I’ve been known to offer the cats cookies (only one of them likes cookies though). But SheWalksSoftly cat care involves a lot of belly rubs, play time…and positive comments, often in the form of silly made up songs that I sing to them.
Silly made up songs. The best kind!