Here are my three babies
Mac: I had Mac since 1998 when we found him at a Mcdonalds, someone had abandoned him. He was an amazing cat, with more personality than any person or animal I've ever met. He didn't meow, instead he grunted like a seal xD Sometimes we would have conversations that last over 20 minutes, and I knew he understood every word I said. Mac passed away on June 29th due to CRF, he didn't suffer, and lasted to a great age of 19. (He could have been 20-21 even, we didn't know his exact age.) I know he's in a peaceful place now and he isn't suffering, but I still miss him and will always love him.
Such a handsome Devil, looks good for 19 doesn't he?:
Graylord: This annoying little bundle of fur is 8 years old, and I believe he has multiple personality disorder. Before I explain, I first got Graylord in 2002, when he was about 6 months old. (We adopted him from a friend of my moms because he was humping his sister....) Now Graylord is a peculiar cat, he can be as sweet as honey and usually is, but on occasion (usually in the morning) he becomes quite evil. Sometimes it will be knocking my phone and ipod of my dresser, sometimes he'll bite my face in my sleep. He'll go so far as to knock every single thing off ever surface in my room, usually so I'll wake up and play/feed him. Eh I still love him though xD
Here is the evil cat: (His eyes look weird because I tried to edit the red-eye)
Graylord in my baby hat, (He's hating it):
Leo: This is the baby of the Family, Leo, he'll be 6 on Halloween. I first saw Leo one night in 2005 when I went down to pick up a pizza I ordered from outside my apartment building. Once I got the Pizza, the delivery guy noticed a small cat searching for food. He was about 6 months old at the time, and was extremely skinny and underfed. He asked me if I knew this cat and I said no, but realized that this cat obviously didn't have an owner. I left the Pizza downstairs because I obviously couldn't carry both that and the cat, and brought the unnamed cat upstairs. I gave him some chicken, and frantically left my mom messages on her cellphone about him, (she was on a date and it took me 30 missed calls for her to call me back - -") At first he was called Hercules for about a week, and then I realized his eyes looked like the African Savannah, and I named him Leo and a lion. Leo was a pretty wild cat, you can see his torn up ear in one of the photos, but eventually he became quite a housecat, and is know fatter than ever.
Such a Ladies Man
By the way, can anyone tell me what type of cat Leo is? He has plenty of spots and marks on his underbelly, and I believe he may be part Oci-Cat. Thanks!