I’m a Cat Lady. I’m not ashamed of it, and you shouldn’t be either. However, I do understand that many people are not and that is why this page is up here where you can choose to look at it or back away slowly. But if you are here, you’ve paid for the ride and I’m going to give it to you. Here are my cats, in order of age.
This is Mima. She is often in a terrible mood because she is almost 15 years old and the other cats won’t leave her alone. Her hobbies include sleeping, pooping just outside the litter box and eating tape.
This is Rufus Bartlett. He is almost 9 years old and I’ve had him since he was 2 days old. While he has the power to eat nearly any food without urping, he possesses a strong disdain for other cats.
The last of the Three Little Maids, Pitti-Sing is my Special Needs Cat due to being in a coma as a kitten that deprived her brain of oxygen. Very sweet. Does not understand how things work. She will be 7 in May, after I was told she might not live to be 5.
D. Strider is the third incarnation of a certain cat. Each time he gets more and more unruly. He recently turned one year old and spends his time stealing food and growling at people and cats who try and take it away. Enjoys nectarines.
Wasabi is the Cat No One Wanted. Originally a feral foster kitten whose litter was killed by a dog, she became social and sweet but no one wanted to adopt her. She is not yet a year old, but she is already wider than she is tall. On a diet.