Poor Sophie

Our little kitty is getting spayed and declawed today. She is such a sweet little thing. I feel bad for her. The kids were all over her before we dropped her off. Nobody wanted to leave her. But I know she's in good hands, and we will be able to go get her tomorrow. She will be missed today, especially by George. We picked up a new toy for her to play with when she gets home. Hopefully, she won't be in too much pain. She will definitely need a little extra tender loving care.
It's funny. It's been a long time since I have had cats that have given me as much pleasure as these two do. I can't say I ever remember MISSING my cats when I or they were gone, but I miss these guys. They have become such a part of our family. It's almost like having more kids. Not quite, but almost. I want to know where they are, and I get worried when I can't find them. I miss them when we are on vacation, and call my neighbor to check on them. I love the fact that they call to us when things are too quiet and they want to know where we are. I love that George comes and sits on my night stand in the mornings and watches me intently until I move, at which point he starts talking to me to wake me up.
They each have very unique personalities that are perfect for our family. Sophie is our snuggler. She loves attention of any kind, and actually enjoys it when the kids manhandle her. She is a great companion to George, who loves to wrestle with her. They enjoy each other so much. George is more serious, and doesn't like to snuggle, but he does like to be near us, and has is own way of showing that he loves us. He like to lay right in the middle of whatever you happen to be doing, especially if you have a book lying in front of you.
You know, I have noticed recently that George has changed quite a bit since Sophie has arrived. He doesn't knock things over any more. He doesn't cry as much. He's not as likely to get into things he's not supposed to. I think he just needed a friend.