Day 17 - A picture of something that has had a huge impact on your life recently.

Anyone who met Figgy before we got Frankie knows how much of a beast he was. He was cute for the first two days we owned him, as I imagine all four week old kittens must be, but after that he grew into a terror. Honestly, it's our own fault. We raised him like a puppy... Regardless. Frankie. It wasn't until we adopted a three month old kitten that Figgy, just over a year at the time, calmed the hell down. So much relief has come from the new found peace.

Don't fall for the siren song, she wants to play fetch with you but you will get cut.

Sometimes she gets so happy she bites your jaw but other times she just lays on your face.

Yet other times she demands you wear her as a scarf.

It took a week or two but once they stopped avoiding each other they became best friends.

Partners in crime is what they are. This morning, before being caught, they cut open a bag of googly eyes and strewed them across the kitchen floor. Freaks.