Since I'm new here, I thought I'd introduce my gang.
First up, Connor, the orange menace, will be two years old in September. His mother was a pregnant stray my friend took in. Connor is extremely loud, extraordinarily clumsy, falls off of things a lot, likes -- no, make that LIVES -- to eat tape, chases me down the hallway, leaps into the back of my legs, and hits me with his paws. Puts to death the notion that cats are graceful, elegant creatures.
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The Sharks! A litter of orphaned kittens I raised. They'll be one year old this month. I promised my husband I'd adopt them all out. Yeah, sure, right, that's happening in this lifetime. (Well, I managed to rehome one of them. That's got to count for something, right?)
They are called The Sharks because of their charming (?) habit of circling round anyone with food and trying their very best to steal it right out of your mouth.
Boots! His secret ninja skill is eating three times his body weight in one sitting!
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Sophocles. A mama's boy. Likes to wake me up in the middle of the night by slowing creeping closer and closer to my face while suckling and kneading the blanket, until he's so close that he's kneading my eyelids with razor-sharp claws. Also, has an extreme liking for bread, and will steal bags of rolls out of the cabinets, rip them up, take big nibbles out of each roll, and then lie around in the crumbs soaking up the glory of his mighty kill.
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Lola. Teeny tiny and full of spooky. Really, she's a dog person, and would rather hang out with her adoptive mom Nadja than with us, but as she's gotten older Nadja has been pushing her away. Lola is a skilled bug hunter. I think she uses the power of her crazy eyes to mesmerize the bugs into stillness.
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The dogs:
Polly, approx 4 years old (I don't know for sure; we found her at a convenience store) who considers herself Queen of the Universe, and likes to lord it over her poor subjects, the cats and that boring old other dog. Does not really understand why I am constantly telling her that stepping on her poor subjects is in poor taste.
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Nadja, 11 years old, and was a perfect foster mom to The Sharks when they first arrived, feeding, cleaning, and cuddling them whenever they wanted. Would like now to get some rest, please, and maybe some of that pizza crust you've got there, thanks.
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And that's the gang! They're a handful, for sure. :roll:
First up, Connor, the orange menace, will be two years old in September. His mother was a pregnant stray my friend took in. Connor is extremely loud, extraordinarily clumsy, falls off of things a lot, likes -- no, make that LIVES -- to eat tape, chases me down the hallway, leaps into the back of my legs, and hits me with his paws. Puts to death the notion that cats are graceful, elegant creatures.
The Sharks! A litter of orphaned kittens I raised. They'll be one year old this month. I promised my husband I'd adopt them all out. Yeah, sure, right, that's happening in this lifetime. (Well, I managed to rehome one of them. That's got to count for something, right?)
They are called The Sharks because of their charming (?) habit of circling round anyone with food and trying their very best to steal it right out of your mouth.
Boots! His secret ninja skill is eating three times his body weight in one sitting!
Sophocles. A mama's boy. Likes to wake me up in the middle of the night by slowing creeping closer and closer to my face while suckling and kneading the blanket, until he's so close that he's kneading my eyelids with razor-sharp claws. Also, has an extreme liking for bread, and will steal bags of rolls out of the cabinets, rip them up, take big nibbles out of each roll, and then lie around in the crumbs soaking up the glory of his mighty kill.
Lola. Teeny tiny and full of spooky. Really, she's a dog person, and would rather hang out with her adoptive mom Nadja than with us, but as she's gotten older Nadja has been pushing her away. Lola is a skilled bug hunter. I think she uses the power of her crazy eyes to mesmerize the bugs into stillness.
The dogs:
Polly, approx 4 years old (I don't know for sure; we found her at a convenience store) who considers herself Queen of the Universe, and likes to lord it over her poor subjects, the cats and that boring old other dog. Does not really understand why I am constantly telling her that stepping on her poor subjects is in poor taste.
Nadja, 11 years old, and was a perfect foster mom to The Sharks when they first arrived, feeding, cleaning, and cuddling them whenever they wanted. Would like now to get some rest, please, and maybe some of that pizza crust you've got there, thanks.
And that's the gang! They're a handful, for sure. :roll:
