One of two sisters we adopted after we lost our precious original cat, Oreo. We were told the two sisters had to go together because they were inseparable. Turns out they hated each other's guts until the day we lost Whiskey 3 years ago. Zin-Zin looks peaceful in this picture but she's well known in the family and the neighborhood as Mean Old Zin-Zin and Witch Kitty.
This little guy weighs in between 4 and 5 pounds and is almost 6 years old. He's always been tiny, since we found him almost dead from a respiratory infection underneath our neighbor's porch. He recovered, but never seemed to grow, or thankfully, lose his adorable kitten face. In June he was diagnosed with chronic renal failure and since then has been on subcutaneous IV treatments a few times a week. He does not LIKE being stuck with a needle and he hates having to sit still for the 10 minutes it takes to run the fluid into him. He shows his displeasure by shredding any skin he can get a hold of, but then afterwards he looks up at us with that cute little face and I just can't stay annoyed with him.
Unfortunately, our little warrior lost his battle with renal failure on May 28, 2010. Never was so enormous a life and personality contained in such a tiny package. The hole he left in our hearts is immense and even more than a year later, still aching. We love you Punkin Munkin and we always will.
Our darling Louie, a German shepherd mix, who, according to his DNA results is more Lab than anything, with shepherd and Samoyed thrown into the mix. Whatever he is, we think he's gorgeous. He'll be 5 on Thanksgiving and he's just the best guy in the whole universe. And btw...my German shepherd IS smarter than your honor roll student.
Our other Waterbury cat, Moose's original name was Apricot because his previous owner thought he was a she as a kitten. We changed his name when we adopted him about 2 1/2 years ago and he seems really pleased with the more masculine tag. He's a lover, cuddler and a snuggler as well as also being very vocal.
Greene is our oldest and the undisputed king of the household. He was a neighborhood stray and already an adult when he came to us meowing for food. We were so charmed by him and by the fact that he wasn't afraid of our 105lb German shepherd, that we made him a permanent part of our family. At his largest, he was 22 massive pounds. After several battles with pancreatitis, we have gotten his weight down to a svelte 13lbs, which is much healthier on his, we believe, at least 16 year old body.
My little one-eyed girl. We adopted her about 4 years ago from Friends of Feral Cats of Cheshire. She had been abandoned at an apartment and lost her eye to neglect and infection. She isn't the most social of our kindle, but she seems to enjoy herself hanging out in my home office, in the clean laundry and on top of the 6 foot cat tree in the living room.
One of the two Waterbury cats we adopted about 2 1/2 years ago when their owner, my husband's ex-wife, moved into an apartment and could only take one of her cats with her. She's a small girl, about 14 years old, with a HUGE voice, especially at meal time.
Rescued and adopted in April 09, our Maine Coon mix is an enormous, gorgeous goof-ball with a bad case of kleptomania. If something is missing in the house, especially pens, pencils, artificial flowers, emery boards or dental floss, chances are, he's walked off with it.
Woody came to us on April 22, 2011 as a foster kitty. He had been returned to the shelter by his latest adopted family and he needed some place where his energy and brat-i-tude could be handled. Our kitteh community turned out to be the perfect place for him.
He now has older cats to teach him manners and a Maine Coon bro-fur who's the same mental age to play with. Not to mention a very tolerant dog to ninja pounce and two, now forever parents, who are completely smitten with his warrior ways.