Momma's first fur-kid and my favoritest fur-sister Baby looks pretty good in Sepia, doncha think? Joining up today with my buddy Ruckus' Sepia Saturday blog hop!

...that I have a fur-sister? Not another poodle, or even another dog. Nope. My fur-sister is Momma's cat, Baby. Baby has lived with Momma since 2004, when she came home with Momma as the last kitten in a litter that's her cousin's neighbor's cat had had. Momma actually had to smuggle kitten-Baby into the house, because her poppa didn't particularly like cats and was against her having one. Momma's poppa didn't even know that kitten-Baby was in the house until a good two-weeks later! He has been a fan of Baby ever since. I say Baby is my fur-sister, but really we aren't that close. Momma tells me I'm a little to rambunctious of a pup for the 10-year old cat. I try to get her to play with me, but most of the time she just bops me on the nose and finds higher ground to look down on me from.  Her nose bops don't hurt; she has no claws. Sadly, that was one of two things that Mom's poppa demanded happen if she wanted ...