While only one cat actually lives with me in my little house, there are the three "regulars" who show up on my door step for breakfast, lunch, dinner... and shall I say snacks? Oh, they beg. And do I give it to them?
Here's a picture of them waiting on my doorstep at 6:45 this morning. How could I say no?
Here we have SoccerDoccer, who is rotund and demanding. When she's not scratching at my door for food, however, she can also be a real lady. One of my neighbors, Kate, gave her the name SoccerDoccer because she thinks the tabby's coloring looks like a soccer jersey.
Then there's Skins. Over the winter, Skins got sick, lost patches of fur, and was on death's door, all skin and bone, until same neighbor Kate nursed Skins back to health. Now filling out nicely, this is one lucky cat. But be careful. She has a mean upper right hook.
And last, but not least, we Kerfluffle. That's my name for him, though others call him "Smokey", "Smoke-A-Doke", and "Jinx". So much to say about this cat... so I will leave that for another post.
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