Friday Cat Blogging

Members of our household, so to speak, who haven't been pictured yet. (These pictures were taken over the last few months.)



Jersey, aka. Moochie, the Official Stray. He won't allow anyone within 3 feet of him. In the winter he pluffs up to twice his size with winter coat.


Carlos, the Neighborhood Thief. He sneaks in any opening of any house he can and steals food as if he hasn't been fed for days. He has a tag on his collar that says, "Please don't feed me. I'm on special medication." Natasha chased him off about a month ago and we haven't seen him since.




Our Abby. She has been sick, had lost 50% of her body weight and may not survive the year. But she's taking steroids now, which make her hungry, and she's eating again. We have hope. She's only 10.





Floyd, aka. "Elly" for L.E. or Lord of Evil. He's very dominant, and so sprays and pees on everything, and takes food from other cats. He will scratch without warning or pity. Inside, he's just a bag of insecurities, having been an abused and abandoned kitten. He will be 17 on Halloween, and is going deaf and blind. He misses AndyCat.







AndyCat, a photo from last November. He died in early May. He and Floyd were kittens together. He was a great cat, smart, gentle, personable.