total fluff - cats

We have one, Boo. Found her abandoned on the beach as a young kitten 13 years ago. She was afraid of her shadow back then, and that's why we ended up naming her Boo. She is generally found cuddled up to DS whenever possible. She's an awesome cat.

I have 5 cats.

Kitty, our orange girl is 7 years old - found her in our front yard when she was just a little kitten. We couldn't agree on what to name her so she became Kitty.

Shadow is a solid black maine coon. I have no idea how old she is. She was abandoned by a family that moved away and we took her in.

Knox is a grey striped tabby, almost 3 years old. His mother was a stray and she gave birth to 4 kittens on our back porch. We kept all 4 kittens - my daughter has 2 of them at her apartment.

Harley is Knox's brother - he is orange.

Cujo is a grey striped kitten that I found in the bushes outside my classroom the week before Thanksgiving. She is a ball of energy and she is fearless! Knox has adopted her - grooming her and taking care of her all the time. So cute!

My house is a wreck - cat hair everywhere and I hate the litter boxes. But I love my cats.

I have 4 cats.

Mr. Tucker, 9, a big chunk of a cat, brown tabby, who runs to find me whenever their community bowl of dry food is getting low. He meows, walks a few steps, then turns around to make sure I am following him. He is also fond of the dog's dried duck heart treats.

Willow, 9, a gorgeous sleek girl that appears to be black, but when she is in sunlight, you can see dark burgundy stripes of her tabby relatives. She is my lover kitty who climbs up on my chest with her nose an inch from mine, and "allows" me to commence scratching her head and ears while telling her how beautiful she is. She grooms me in return. She also is my personal body guard for any bathroom visits. She runs in ahead of me, positions herself between my feet, and then stands up on her back feet so that I can scratch her head a bit more.

Riley. 9, is the smallest of the litter. She is a brown tabby like her brother. She is timid with a very soft meow. She is also the fastest and most agile, pawing snacks tossed to her out of mid air. My dog likes to chase her, and she knows I am the safety zone. She will come flying at me, and then turn around and stare at the dog, daring him to come closer to her. The dog chases this cat because she is the only one that runs away from him. The others don't bother to react, so he leaves them alone.

I rescued these three from a local kitty rescue. They were feral when they were brought in to them as itty bitty kittens. I only intended to adopt one older cat and came home with a litter of three.

My 4th cat is also a brown tabby. I don't know his age, but a neighbor told me his name is Tiger. (pronounced the Spanish way like 'Tee Gray') He belonged to the man down the street. The man had terminal cancer. His friend was supposed to stay at his house and take care of him, allowing him to die at home. Apparently as soon as the friend got everything in his name, he put the neighbor into a facility and sold the house, abandoning the cat when he did so. The young neighbor that recognized the cat told me he had been trying to find out where this neighbor was sent so he could visit him. He was anxious to tell him that Tiger had a new home and not to worry. He was unable to find out where he was sent.

We have a kitty too, he came with the name big Ben but i didn't like that, and haven't thought of one better. The baby calls him gogh, like van gogh, which i like and the 3 year old calls him gnocchi from curious George which is also cute, but i just call him kitty. From Googling he appears to be a seal point lynx rag doll. He has beautiful blue eyes and super long fur, we're talking like 8 inches long on his tail. He's generally a good kitty although he's clawed at the ottomanv when I've forgotten to put his cardboard clawing pad down.