You should know better Lioness...I have ten cats to talk about!
I'll just post a link to my page again and give a small description of their unique personalities. Your cats sound like precious bundles of fun
See My Cats Here
I'll start with the youngest ones and work my way up since that is the order they are featured in on my page. (taking a deep breath as I ready myself to type LOL)
The three babies, all one year old in March of this year are:
Captain Marmalade: Named so for the orange lightning bolt strip on her forehead. Possessed the "super power" of 'Snot Blowing' as a kitten but has thankfully learned other ways of getting attention. Known as Lil Miss Marmie and The Queen of Pitiful Meows, she is the perfect little sister...all charm and trouble and a tattle tale to boot.
Mr. Snuggles: A snuggler and a drooler, he is all love, trust and gentle play.
Tiger More often called Tigah, he is the fearless one, the explorer and the dog stalker. Considers me to be his best friend in the world and often tags along with me outside to participate in whatever project I am attempting to complete. A momma's boy at heart, his best moments are spent wrapped in his mother's paws with her licking his head while he snoozes.
Sweety Pie: Almost two years old. Older brother to the above three, his name matches his demeanor. All sweetness and love but a Ninja in disguise. Nicknamed Black Lightnin', he knows all the dirty tricks of catfighting and can pull them off faster than anyone can see them coming.
Seven Named so because she was the seventh cat taken in and we were just out of names. Hey she answers to it LOL!
Mother to the above four whose age is unknown, it took a full year to gain her trust enough to get her to come in the house. After that, she turned into a couch slug and refused to go back outside unless I went with her. Now, she is an indoor/outdoor cat, coming and going as she pleases. Her favorite pastime is sitting at my side being petted (she is on my desk right now, purring away and waiting patiently on me to finish typing so that I can turn my attention back to her)
Boo: Almost two years old. Named for the affectionate slang for boyfriend/girlfriend, he is my Boo.
Rescued near death at three months old, I shoved pills down his throat for two weeks to keep him alive and he considers me to be his personal property. Jealous and potentially mean at 14+ lbs he is the terror of all the other cats when it comes to playing or giving up anything he wants. Called Ghengis Boo on his bad days and Boo Ghandi on his good ones, you never know which one you are going to get.
The elders, include brother and sister Bubba and Hillary and their cousins William and Maggie, all of which are around 8 years old.
Bubba: Stick Bubba in a pair of demin overhauls and put a wheat twig in between his lips and there you go...he's a Bubba. He lays around and watches TV all day long and only moves to eat and go out to the bathroom. He also weighs 14+ lbs.
Hillary: Having a severe social anxiety disorder, nothing more of Hillary is ever seen beyond a white flash streaking from one room to the next unless she gets caught between the rain outside and the other cats too close to the door for her to pass. Then she'll sit and cry until I come carry her into Grandpa's rooms where she considers herself safe.
Maggie: Another sufferer of social anxiety disorder, Maggie is starting to socialize more with me and the rest of the cats but still keeps a distance. Captain Marmalade used to follow her around and bat at her tail just to get her goat but once (after many months of this endless torture) Maggie had enough and waylaid Lil Miss Marmie for it. Since then she has been shown the respect she deserves.
William: Very territorial, William has had to learn to share his space with six other unwelcome cats (Boo, Sweety Pie, Seven, and the kids). He looks and acts hateful half the time and appears to be lonely and jealous the other half of the time. He wants to play with them now but spent so long being such a terror that his actions may not be redeemable by the others who can really hold a grudge! Boo has forgiven him and Boo got the worse of William's wrath by having his right ear split! But, then too, Boo gave it all back to him when he matured by cutting Williams face so bad that he nearly lost an eye and William keeps his distance from Boo now, even when Boo begs him to play.
Whew! Now to massage my tired lil fingers! I guess scrtiching Seven will make them feel better...she looks as if she is ready to take them off my hands if I don't stop and get back to her.
Moni
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