Come again? Fanciful Pants, aka Fancy, is our cat. She is the compromise that my husband and I made when I one day woke up with a fierce bout of baby fever. Bless my husband for putting up with me some days. Long story short I asked him what he thought about having a third baby and he very calmly and thoughtfully responded “how about a cat?” As you can see my bout of baby fever subsided and we adopted Fancy from the Okinawa American Animal Rescue Society (OAARS).
She is delightfully lazy and fantastic. 90% of her day is spent sleeping on my husbands side of the bed as she pouts awaiting his return.
The other 10% she divies up between eating, sleeping on whatever blanket she can find in the living room and glaring at me if I should interrupt whatever important cat tasks she’s pursuing.
I have never been a cat person, but this feisty little thing has me wrapped around her giant furry feet.