My Cats

Lucy and Zach

First, let's get one thing clear. I like cats. I am not one of those crazy cat ladies, but I like cats. They are fairly self-sufficient, if maddening. They come potty-trained, know where their food is (and whose hand feeds them), and think I am a god of some sort. All of which works for me.

In all, I have had eightof the 4-legged furry creatures since I first started adopting them in October, 1986. The First Generation started with two small kittens from the Savannah Humane Society, Tigger and Penelope. A few weeks later Zach was added to the mix, then Alex, and Geoffrey a few years later (1989 to be exact). Generation Two started in 2001 with Ethan. Lucy joined us in 2003, and Noelle is the most recent member of the family as of 2007.

All of them came as kittens; I believe Tigger, Ethan, and Noelle have been the oldest at about 10 weeks, everyone else was about 6 weeks when they came to live with me.

Most of the time, everyone gets or got along. Everyone but Tigger, who was called "The Bitch Cat" for a reason. But she liked me, and tolerated Penelope and Zach fairly well, so she got to stay. Ethan, the next in line for causing trouble after Tigger, is a bit of a bully but still thinks I am the next best thing to tuna so he gets to stay as well.