cats

My beautiful russian blue pound kitty. She had been abandoned and picked up at a animal shelter. She was still so young when I got her her eyes were still blue. She's my first baby, and not much of a baby since she's coming up on 11 years old!



This is my big boy. He definitely chose me. Came right up to the door when he was a kitten, howled to be let in for a couple of days. We didn't want any more pets so we tried to find who he belonged to. A neighbor took him. A few days later, he found he way in through the doggie door we had at the time. Figured he knew where he wanted to be.

Onyx is nearly 3 years old, adopted under a year ago from a shelter. His paperwork says he was brought by ambulance from a hoarder, but I don't know any details other than that. He's a gentle giant and EXTREMELY sweet, yet playful with my other cat. He loveeees my other cat, Jynx. We joke that he "swags" because if you talk to him or touch him, he walks away reaaaallly slowly shaking his body and tail. Anybody who has ever seen it always asks why he's so weird :laugh:


Jynx we got from the same shelter around 6 years ago as a kitten just a few months old. She was said to be abused as well. She has crazy attitude and is really sweet on her own terms. She's pretty small and seems like a runt of the litter. Obsessed with catnip and just overall really adorable

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My two fur-babies, Sterling and Silver, have such great personalities and are the cutest cats I've ever owned, by far.

Sometimes I feel like Piscene in Life of Pi. Fortunately, *they* haven't quite figured out what species I am. I am adored jealously by 3 cats, two of which came with this house, being the primary food dispenser and the only one without hardware on my knee in the evenings at the cuddle-time of *their* choosing. They each have their sunspots and easy chairs. None of them get along well enough to play or cuddle up together (unlike my previous two dishcloth stealing tonkinese) but manage to maintain an uneasy peace. We have our buff coffee-coloured Beachboy Burmese who *thinks* he's the boss and protector capable of tackling seagulls (Yeah, right! He tries.) ; a happy-go-lucky, super affectionate All Black girl (rescued from the side of the road) who likes to help in the garden. She is constantly getting into trouble because her momma-cat never taught her about proper cat etiquette. For example, she waltzes in, joyfully wafting her tail, straight up with base fluffed, past the others at meal time bellowing "NeOW, NeOW, NeOW" at the top of here lungs all of which is a red rag every time. Then there is our high-heeled green-eyed, grey fluff-ball, Chantilly Diva Drama Queen and star manipulator! She was adopted from a Stanford student who kept her illegally in her dorm until caught out. It was a big deal bringing her here. She guards every corridor and lies belly-up in the way of every junction - so it seems - inviting a brush (not good while carrying hot food!). I don't think she has ever gotten over us moving to a house without walking space on top of the kitchen cupboards from which to preside over the household. No table or counter top dancing permitted here, so she settles with "swooning" on her sunny window chair and owning the bathroom bench top for lapping from the faucet during teeth cleaning. She plays on the drama of her *hard, hard life* but every now and then when I'm supposed to believe things are really bad for her ( :huh: What?! No fish for tea? I guess I'll have to settle for the shrimp!") I catch her smiling. :happy:



* Look at that! Full belly exposure and total lack of concern.

I think, if there were such a thing as reincarnation, it might not be so bad to come back as cat, ... maybe a Music teacher's cat... unlimited cuddles while waiting with the students... and full access to toy box and a piano in between.

This is Rosie. She's my princess. Shes the only other female in the house and so we're best buddies. I found her at about 8 weeks old outside of a gas station and had no intention of keeping her (as I already had 2 dogs) until she developed an absess from an injury she received before I got her and I had to nurse her back to health. She's extremely loving and wonderful, but she's also one tough cookie. She tells those big brothers (dogs) of her what for and they bow to the princess!
She also absolutely loves bags and boxes. Like, it's ridiculous.
Shes about 1 1/2 now.

ETA: Why would I grab a kitten I had no intention of keeping? Because she was the only one left and she just looked so terrified and the gas station was right off a highway so it was loud and windy and cold and I have lots of animal loving friends so I knew I could find her a good home. At least better than some wire cage outside of a gas station

my kittys having breakfast this morning. baby, lionel, simba

I have the same colored cats as you lol
Peachie, Lacey & Pepper.


This picture's too big & I can resize photos on ny phone But there's a black cat on the right