Our cats make a lasting impression on anyone who meets them. They're quite a handful, and I often say that one of my jobs is "cat management." I've had a number of people ask when I'm going to post some pictures. For those of you reading, please feel free to make comments about any kitty encounters with our little furballs.
TOP: Motormouth (14), aka King Cat, Mr. Cat, and the Big Bruiser (so named by my friend Diane); MM has been known to attack dogs. He wears a black leather spiked collar with a big red heart. He's our snuggler, despite being the neighborhood bully even at his advanced age.
MIDDLE: Photon (13), aka Futon (all 17 lbs), Waddles (self-explanatory), and Lassie (he saved a baby 'possum once)... In the 2nd photo, he sees Nightmare, hiding in the green fronds below and positioned to pounce. Despite having lived together for 10 years, Nightmare still continues to pick on him and he continues to run away. Sweetest cat ever, belly bag and all. He's come out of his shell, so to speak, since we've let him spend most of his indoor time in the basement. This is his space, and he's a happy cat. Now I sometimes call him Fungi.
BOTTOM: Nightmare (11), aka Dirt Pig because he LOVES to roll in just about anything, and he often looks more gray than white. He's also our most playful cat, still zipping back and forth, skidding around corners. He likes to play "chase" in the yard, bouncing (rather Tigger-like) from one spot to the next while I pretend to chase him.
All three have staked out their favorite garden spots, claiming them as their own. Forrest stocked our soon-to-be water feature with goldfish to entertain them, but to date, they haven't noticed (although Photon loves to drink the water). They've made friends with all the gardeners, and don't seem to use the gardens as giant kitty boxes. There's no shortage of dull moments with cats - and these guys are loaded with personality.
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