Squeaker is my buddy, my wfh co-worker. Ladybird, aka the princess of chaos was either an engineer or a demolition expert in a previous life. Every new thing in the house, you can see those tiny brain gears turning trying to figure out how to take it apart or destroy it. The true poster child of the we can’t have nice things.
We have 3.
Luci is the tuxedo kitten, thusly the scourge.
Adore is a senior grey cat with a very traumatic experience as a kitten being attacked by daycare children with rocks thrown at her and her littermates over 10ya. She’s never fully recovered her sense of safety or trust, so she’s a weird roommate.
Then there’s the white and orange (in a Turkish Van type of colouring) senior boy, Blitz, and usually he’s the best friend of everyone in the house especially our dogs, though he likes to get tf away from the girl cats sometimes.
Freya considers herself The Ruler Of All Things. Spike thinks that’s cute, but doesn’t give a crap one way or the other. Squirrel wishes that Freya would go away. Weasel wants to be a friend. Kitsune just wants a lap, 24/7, but never stays for more than 10 minutes. In the back half of the house, Mamama is bouncy and vocal and Wants All The Scritch for about ten seconds, and then goes off to find mischief. Noodle has A Set Of Rituals and A Chosen Person. Elise (formally Fur Elise) knows she outweighs all the others, and pretty much ignores Noodle and Mamama. Elise likes to stretch out against my leg at night.
20 years old this month! She just lies in her cage and sleeps most of the time. She likes to be petted for about a minute, then she’s off to her bed again. Come to think of it, she’s been that way most of her life. She was never social, unlike her sister (that I lost in June) who was everywhere ALL the time! I do miss my little Quita!
All six of them are a combination of all of the above.
@kjady Same, except we only have five.
@kjady @Pony
The Cat Distribution Central Control has taken note.
@kjady Ditto, but we have eight. (And as for the “I don’t have a cat” answer, append “the cat has me” and it’s accurate.)
They are the fertilizers of my yard and garden. And my back deck.
A BIG PUSSY!!
Squeaker is my buddy, my wfh co-worker. Ladybird, aka the princess of chaos was either an engineer or a demolition expert in a previous life. Every new thing in the house, you can see those tiny brain gears turning trying to figure out how to take it apart or destroy it. The true poster child of the we can’t have nice things.
Which one?
@tweezak That one, over there.
My itty bitty fuzzy wuzzle!
You can see who is boss! Of course demanding a belly rub!
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We have 3.
Luci is the tuxedo kitten, thusly the scourge.
Adore is a senior grey cat with a very traumatic experience as a kitten being attacked by daycare children with rocks thrown at her and her littermates over 10ya. She’s never fully recovered her sense of safety or trust, so she’s a weird roommate.
Then there’s the white and orange (in a Turkish Van type of colouring) senior boy, Blitz, and usually he’s the best friend of everyone in the house especially our dogs, though he likes to get tf away from the girl cats sometimes.
Tax :
She’d like to be the boss, but hasn’t quite achieved that status so far.
Freya considers herself The Ruler Of All Things. Spike thinks that’s cute, but doesn’t give a crap one way or the other. Squirrel wishes that Freya would go away. Weasel wants to be a friend. Kitsune just wants a lap, 24/7, but never stays for more than 10 minutes. In the back half of the house, Mamama is bouncy and vocal and Wants All The Scritch for about ten seconds, and then goes off to find mischief. Noodle has A Set Of Rituals and A Chosen Person. Elise (formally Fur Elise) knows she outweighs all the others, and pretty much ignores Noodle and Mamama. Elise likes to stretch out against my leg at night.
20 years old this month! She just lies in her cage and sleeps most of the time. She likes to be petted for about a minute, then she’s off to her bed again. Come to think of it, she’s been that way most of her life. She was never social, unlike her sister (that I lost in June) who was everywhere ALL the time! I do miss my little Quita!