I am the proud owner of three kitties.
First there's Ralph, the big guy. He's a rescue kitty that I've had for about 4 years. He is six years old, lazy, laid back and only cares about drinking from the sink and what you have in that noisy plastic bag.
Then there's 'The Girl', which has become her official name. She was given to our family as a gift for my daughter. She came along about 8 months after Ralph arrived. She was too young to be away from her mommy tho we were unaware of that at the time. She's a tiny little petite thing, and she hates 'everything' except me.
And finally, there's Monkee, the eternal 2 year old. *sigh* His pregnant mommy was a rescue so he was born while mommy was being fostered by a friend of mine. When he was about a year old, I took him in. He's inquisitive, nosy, observant, VERY vocal, a trouble maker and instigator. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to learn to be human.
And just when I'm at my wits end with this one, he curls up next to me, and purrs . . . he's such a jerk.
I'll be back to post of my current kitty troubles . .