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| This picture of Lil Bro. He was my first cat, and my parents had him before I was born. I never really knew him that well, but I trhink I would've liked to. He's so purdy. We had to put him to sleep when I was about two. Live on, my little warrior bud! |
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| This is my vastly obese cat, Power Cat. When he came to my parents (again, before I was born) he was super strong and lean. He was absolutely physically fit! He was a stray! Originally my parents weren't going to let him into the house, but he was persistent! And, using his super strength, he did a chin up on the door and peeked in through the window on the door. My parents gave in, and for the next 15 years he stayed with us! But, we did have to get him neutered. And, well, he pretty much stopped moving! He got real lazy and ate a lot, so he got huge! His belly dragged on the ground when he walked, honest to god! He was my best friend in the world when we had him. Then when he was 18, he ran off. We're thinking he went into the fields to die, or maybe he was so old he couldn't get out of the way of a car. Probably the fields theory though, because we had ID tags on him. This was truly one awesome cat. I'll see him in the Rainbow Bridge someday, I'm sure! |
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| And this is Schnable, the definition of evil. Want to know how we got his name? Well, when my mom was a little girl (yes, centuries ago) she always went up north with her parents. Next door to where they alway stayed was a crazy guy who always liked to come out on the porch and yell at imaginary people. "I'm gonna bush't yer schnable!" he'd always scream at the air. My mom's family reasoned he was talking about hitting someone in the nose, so nose must mean schnable. When my mom found this cat, it was my dear friend Courtney who saw him. He looked much like Power Cat (except not as obese) and she knew that we had just lost him, so she thought it was him. It wasn't, but he made his way into our lives too, and I love him dearly. In fact, I'm the only one that loves him in my family. He's way evil! He kills all the little wild animals all the time, and once he almsot got Quinn! Yikes! But he's cool with the ratlings now. He can open doors! Whoo! Evil-ness! He's about 5 years old, and he'll be around a good more while! I call him Beast and Evil Genius at points... hehe |
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