
She's feisty.
We took her in five years ago from an army couple who were relocated to Hawaii. Suddenly we were inundated with cats. I had just brought Luke home the week before and Annie, our resident fat cat, didn't want anything to do with these new-comers.
Mercedes hid under our dining room table for the first week. Then she and Luke, still just a nervous kitten, became fast friends. They wouldn't leave each others side. And still don't.

(I don't know and I don't think I want to know what's happening in the above photo.)
The Husband calls her his "dog" since she trails him everywhere. I swear, it's like they have their own secret, unspoken language. All they have to do is look at each other to communicate. It's kinda
Since I'm still kid-less, our cats become the focal point of most of my pictures.

It just so happens it's easier to take their picture while they're sleeping.
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