Sunday, May 13, 2012

Meet my 4 black cats...

Yes, I have four black cats. Yes, I'm aware that Halloween is only one day out of the year. No, I don't believe they bring me bad luck.

My cats are all from the same litter. I found Amelie when she was prego and I was completely unaware...she had the markings of a seal-point siamese....and this is what she gave birth too. I'll admit, I was and am still a little bummed that I didn't get a cat that looked like they were filthy on the paws and face. But as for these babies, they're mine and I couldn't enjoy watching them interact with each other and humans.

They're just people in fur coats.

Enjoy..



Nina the Diva... she's sweet as pie, the only one with long hair (and lots of it) and a sucker for anyone that will pet her and tell her she's beautiful.


I love this one... she's laying next to her favorite toy. She'll meow really loud and I know that she's announcing to the world that she's playing with this toy.





Madeline...total Street, itty bitty- don't jack with her if your name is Charlie or she will back it up with a blood-curdling scream and some rapid fire slams of her paws.

Yeah right...innocent? Ha! She's so sweet and loves affection but she'll take on someone twice her size!


She hates her collar- she's like Houdini when it comes to taking it off.

When life it good, she's on her back looking just like this. Aww! :)


Charlie. He's the (most) vocal one out of the bunch. Approximately 18 lbs. And needy- if he's not greeted and petted in the morning- his day is not going to go so well. He will act out and make Madeline do her screaming/swatting routine all day. He's what we lovingly refer to as Big Doo-Doo. He's getting into it and causing it. 

Mid-yawn, thank you Nikon! :)


So laid back, this is a typical expression when we're home and life is good.


Pet me Momma... he'll jump onto the rocking chair, put his front paws on the arm rest and strain to be petted.


Geoffrey...my little man, runt of the litter with a food allergy. He gets his own special food and gets to be separated from the other three since Charlie and him don't get along so well. Geoffrey likes it this way. He's a sweet, little, innocent baby boy. (I'm throwing my dad's phrase for him out there.)


Wondering what's behind door #1. Also, you can sorta see the white spot on his chest.

As you saw in another post, he has a thing for the water plastic wrappers. He knows he's cute and will happily oblige to any pictures showing him being cute.

My big Ikea bag full of crap from the day became his club house. Darn it, too cute again!
Hope you liked!

Hugs, A. 

No comments:

Post a Comment