Holding paws

Brother and Sister
We've been a mixed-paws family for over four years now, but in some ways it feels like a lot longer. It's hard to remember exactly how life was before they came around.
It's not all roses and tuna fish, mind you. From health concerns every now and again, to rocky car trips, to not having the freedom to pack a bag and ride off into the sunset whenever the wanderlust hits.
But the highs have grossly outweighed the lows. Chasing them around the house like five-year-olds playing tag makes me forget every concern in the world. Snuggling under a blanket hearing them purr bring me peace. They are my kind of zen and though we still haven't mastered each other's language they teach me every day about resilience and living in the now.
Even on vet days, when he hisses at her because she smells weird and surely must be an impostor trying to take over the house, we've all learned to play it cool and wait for the storm to pass.