Hi hi hi, it’s us! Your favorite fur balls! I’m Silo, the cloud-colored Ragdoll with marshmallow paws and all the fur for days. I weigh seventeen pounds of fluff, and my job is to be the prettiest. I go limp when sister picks me up (it’s called the Ragdoll flop) and everyone screams “SO CUTE” like they’ve never seen perfection before. Rude. I’ve seen it in the mirror.

I’m Five, the giant white Labrador who thinks he’s a tiny puppy trapped in a polar-bear body. My hobbies are zoomies, muddy paw prints on clean floors, and resting my big head on any lap I can find. I’m a lap dog, duh. I drool when happy. I’m always happy.

We are bestest friends forever ever. Every morning, I gallop to find Silo and I bop him with my cold wet nose. He grumbles, then flops over my head like a silky hat. We stay like that until breakfast because personal space is fake.

Our family is Mom, (chief belly-rubber), Dad (treat vault), Brother (laser-pointer criminal), and Sister (professional squeaker who says “wook at da babyyyy”). They think they own us. We let them believe it because they have thumbs and open the fridge.

Favorite game: pretending like Five is a cat and Silo is a dog!  

At nap time we curl into one big swirl of cream and gray fluff in the sunbeam. I (Silo) purr so loud the windows shake. Five sighs the biggest, happiest sigh and his tail goes thump-thump-thump like a helicopter. Sometimes we hold paws. Don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret.

So yeah, the house belongs to the humans on paper, but the couches, the sunbeams, and all the love? Those are ours. Forever and ever.

Purrs and sloppy kisses,

Silo & Five Underwood

(Your tiny landlords with very big hearts)