George is my 15 pound black cat, brother to Gracie, my 9 pound tuxedo cat. Can you guess what happens to Gracie's food?? I need to be a stay at home mom for the two of them- I'm constantly policing when I'm here, and when I'm not, Gracie ends up very hungry.
George is the biggest sweetheart boy you may ever see- I call him my cat the dog. He greets people at the door, always wants to be the center of attention. He is ALWAYS hungry, and invites himself over to whatever I'm eating. I was really surprised one day that he could (and did) eat an entire mini stoned wheat cracker- those are his faves. He comes over and chomps them out of my hand- even if my hand is almost to my own mouth! Cracks me up. He eats anything you let him eat- cheese, crackers, etc. Gracie is of course only interested occasionally in vegetables.
Gracie is also an example of a fast metabolism. We end up giving her more food (if we can keep George away) but she eats on her own terms- once every 2.5-3 hours throughout the entire day. She eats, then she goes and plays, then she naps before beginning the cycle again.
This is a long post, and I'm afraid it is only losely connected to precious moments. I can only say, our cats have brought a lot of joy to my life and I consider them the most precious training wheels I'll ever have! I'm not as brave or confident as a lot of you ladies- kids aren't on my list for a long time- but thanks to my cats, I know my DH and I will have a ton of fun and probably bring up some decent young ones.
She loves that song and wants to hear it everytime we go somewhere. I am becoming anti-Redneck Woman. 
