two babies.

When I was pregnant and alone all day I often cuddled with Twinkie.  She was my cat baby.  Then I had my real baby.  Twinkie is caught in what I would like to call an "identity crisis."  It's pretty simple, she thinks she is my real baby.

she's on the boppy

Every night when I nurse she comes to cuddle with us... or bite me.

touch me, I dare you

She's even sitting with us now as I blog- one handed of course.