I had intended to put up a post about how incredibly naughty and terrible my cats are, but Typepad has decided that I'm not allowed to save drafts and have them again later so it's gone forever.
Thus, I'll post the rogues' gallery with some brief descriptions so my new BlogPaws buddies will be able to get a peek at our household of furry critters and leave it at that. I still have some packing to do and my flight is EARLY, so I need to get to sleep.
This is our eldest cat, Velvet. She's the household peacemaker and she gets along with cats and people alike. If she could be doing anything in the world right now, she'd be licking my hair. When we adopted her she was already an adult and she'd been at the shelter for more than seven months. If I'd realized she didn't know her name when we got her, I'd have chosen something cooler. It's too late now.
Xena is our next oldest cat. She has a very high opinion of herself and she sincerely believes she has a shot at stealing my husband away from me. Xena knows how to open the pocket door to the bathroom and she is fond of jumping into people's arms, often unexpectedly. She's a little chubby, but she gets mad if you refer to her as "tons of fun," as I often do.
Next we have Trillian, nickname "Tiny," who is sometimes referred to in our household as the "snapping tortie." She hates Xena and the feeling is mutual, so there's a lot of drama between the two of them. As her nickname suggests, Trillian is half Xena's size, but that doesn't stop her from keeping hostilities fresh on a daily basis. Notice that her left ear tip is gone; she was rounded up with a feral colony and spayed as a kitten and later adopted out when she proved to be tame.
Finally we have Dr. Jones. He's my youngest and he's, well, not too bright. He's very sweet and friendly, though, so that's good. Somehow he has failed to learn any cat manners in the nearly two years he's been alive, so he casually strolls the counters and jumps on the cupboards, never understanding why we're yelling. His latest trick is to separate the water bottle from the base of our cat waterer, spilling water all over the kitchen. I have no idea why he thinks that's a good idea.
So that's the gang I'm leaving behind when I get on a plane in the morning. I can't wait to meet everyone at BlogPaws!