Breaking mews: our eldest and youngest cats have officially formed a crime-fighting duo… or at least, a “keep the house mildly under control” duo. 😹
J.C., our 12-year-old white-and-grey gentleman (a.k.a. “Just Cat”), came to Brandee and me when my mom went to heaven in 2022. He’s extremely special—originally my dad’s cat, then my mom’s, and now he’s ours. Basically, he’s family royalty with a PhD in Charm and a black belt in Side-Eye. 👑
Tigg, our 11-month-old orange fluff (a.k.a. “Monster Tiggarelas”), came from the wild streets—a feral alley cat who spent his nights sneaking around, getting into scraps, and surviving on sheer pluck and leftovers. We trapped him a few months ago with realistic expectations that taming him, especially with five other animals in the house, might be… ambitious.
Fast forward four months: J.C. is the wise, responsible “detective,” teaching the ropes and rolling his eyes at Tigg’s antics. Tigg? He’s the rookie with endless energy, occasional bad judgment, and a complete lack of respect for personal space. Together, they prowl the house like they’re tethered by an invisible rope—J.C. keeping order, Tigg keeping things interesting. 🕵️♂️🐱🕵️♂️
It’s heartwarming, hilarious, and just a little chaotic. One responsible adult, one obnoxious but loveable brat… and somehow, it works perfectly. Watching them bond reminds us that miracles come in the form of fur, purrs, and unexpected friendships. ✨
Here’s to more adventures, mischief, and unforgettable memories from our Neal Family Farmhouse! 🐾💛