It's Pet Week at I Heart Faces. My poor, neglected first child hardly ever makes the blog, so I couldn't ignore the excuse to share him with the world. Bushie Cat has been in our family for seven years now; the first four of which, I'm certain he enjoyed. After Max came along, I'm not so sure. He must have forgiven me to some extent, though, because he still greets me at the door every day and sleeps on my head every night and begs for food (preferably whipped cream or cream cheese frosting) whenever he sees the opportunity. You'd almost think he was a dog (but don't tell him I said that).