"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul is unawakened." - Anatole France 

I think it must be pretty obvious at this point that this post is going to be about Indy & Phillip. If it's not...well, guess what!? This post is going to be about Indy & Phillip. I'm going to get it all of the cute pics/vids and stories that I've accumulated out of the way in one post so they don't bog down other ones haha. Skip if you prefer, I won't be offended, however a lot of cuteness is yet to come! ;) 

Let's start with Phillip. THIS IS PHILLIP! :) 

Now I'm sure everyone's next question is, why the crap did you name your girl cat Phillip. You can all thank Sam for that. See Sam's favorite TV shows are Spongebob & Fairly Odd Parents (if you know me, then you know that me watching these with him is solid proof of my undying love haha). We were struggling to decide on a name for her, because we wanted to try and name her a variation on 'cowboy' so that we would have Cowboys & Indians (totes presh right?) but that's way harder than it sounds. We had looked at literally every other language that was recognizable & pronounceable and nothing was going to work. So Sam got frustrated and decided to call her Phillip, because of this scene right here: 

More precisely, he would call her like this: 

....and she started answering to it. So now her name is Phillip. 

She's the exact same age as Indy and we adopted her from Petsmart :) A lot of you are probably surprised that my facebook didn't explode with kitten excitement when we adopted her, because I'm me and yay kitties, but there's a method to the madness. I wanted her to have a name before she became FBO...and then we didn't know if we were going to be able to keep her. 

The shelter we got her from fixed her before they put her up for adoption but she was really really young - only 3 months! She had a little bit of swelling on her stomach around her incision but everyone told me it was normal, and even though I was super skeptical we went ahead and adopted her and I just made an appointment with the vet to get her sutures taken out and let them look at it. We took her, and found out that she had a hernia and would need an $800 operation. Um, no. Help me, I'm poor. The vet told me to call the adoption agency because it should technically be their responsibility since it was a preexisting condition, and they then contacted the local SPCA who said they would take care of the surgery. So I woke up at the crack of dawn one morning to drive her to the far side of the Springs and drop her off, and then picked her up that evening only to find out that she hadn't had surgery because she didn't actually have a hernia. -_________- It was just a sack of 'fibrous tissue' that would probably always be there but was in no way harmful to her. The next morning, I woke up and the knot was completely gone. -_________-  Moral of the story, sometimes vets are dumb, better safe than sorry, and yay I have a healthy kitty. 

So here is Phillip, making her internet debut. 

Here she is meeting Indy for the first time. 

 Don't be deceived. They aren't necessarily cuddling in these pictures - he very well might be biting her head. This is a frequent occurrence. 

Phillip does like Indy, but she is very selective about her playtime with him. Mostly because he's a mega douche and does stuff like this to her when left unattended for .5 seconds. 

Or eat through the box/house we made her so that the hole went from being Phillip-sized to Half-Of-Indy-Sized...

So other than having to be continually on guard for her life, Phillip lives a pretty chill cat life. 

She likes to watch TV...

...Nap...

...Sprawl/Lounge...

& sleep ridiculously close to my face while purring unnecessarily loud. 

I learned my lesson about trying to throw her off the bed though, because the first week she was here I tried and ended up with this...

You win, Phillip. You win. 

And now, Indy. This is Indy. :) 

Indy got his name (also from Sam) from our Highschool Mascot, the Waxahachie Indians. We also liked the fact that both Texas and Waxahachie were Native American words so that also tied his name back to Texas. I personally like to think of his name as a pop culture reference...you know...Indiana Jones? He went by Indy and his 'name' was Indiana, but you find out in the third one from his father that that's not his real name at all and that he named himself after the dog. Eh? Eh???? It's probably just me, and that's perfectly ok haha. 

Sometimes, Indy is ridiculously cute. 

THOSE BLUE EYES ♥  

That one's especially cute because it's after his first professional bath. But don't be fooled! He looks peaceful now, but Indy hates baths. We thought that maybe he would like them better if we got in the tub with him, because he's ALWAYS putting the entire upper half of his body in the bath/shower with me....NOPE. Still hates them. Exhibit A. 

(Sam is wearing a swimsuit in this.) 

I would say, on Indy's hierarchy of love, that bathing is probably at the very bottom. It's alongside vacuums, not getting to eat Phillip, not being allowed to go see every single person who crosses his line of site, and men wearing hoodies. 

That being said, Indy's hierarchy of love is VERY clearly defined. 

1. Snow.

2. Snow. 

3. Snow. 

No, but really. 

He even likes watching it fall. 

4. Food. All kinds of food. Dog food. Cat Food. Cat Poop. People food (including chips, coffee, sweet tea, bread, nuts, pizza, bagels, pickles, chicken, anything else he steals and dashes away with). AND PEANUT BUTTER - his totes fav. 

5. Eating Phillip. 

6. Chewing everything. Carpet. Wooden things. His toys. Stuffed animals (even ones that aren't his). Kitchen chairs. He doesn't discriminate. 

7. People. Namely, me and Sam. However, any and all of these things will immediately lose their pleasurability if he or I are not in the room - he is noooot having it. But he ignores us when we're there and has no interest in interacting with us except for the occasional chew and needing things haha. 

Every once in a blue moon, Indy likes to cuddle... 

...but its only when he's bored or annoyed that we're not being more active. See? He even looks huffy in the picture. 

But Indy's biggest flaw is that he's so freakin' cute and has been his whole life...and he knows it. I mean, seriously... 

So basically, I love them both even when they are jerks and I hate them. Indy is a jerk more often than Philip, but he doesn't sleep on my face to it balances out. Be prepared for future posts to be filled with their exploits and adventures. 

Love y'all! :)