Gizmo
Gizmo, a.k.a. Mo Mo, a.k.a. Momalade, a.k.a. Gizzy, a.k.a. Giz., a.k.a. GizMitton He is a big kitten, and is always bussy. His hobbies are knocking over garbage cans, eating, sleeping, playing, playing, playing..., and most importantly terrorising Snowball. The poor cat can't get a moment of peace. Snowball will think that Giz is warming up to him because they are both cleaning each other and... BAM, Giz bites him right in the face. Then they chase each other around the house, playing of course. His favorite game is Jump for the little foam ball. This is a game where a person throws a little ball above his head and he will jump a few feet off the ground SOMETIMES catch it and deflect it back to you. He also plays fetch with the little balls.
Snowball
Snowball a.k.a. Boulle De Neige a.k.a. Boulle De Hair (Hairball) a.k.a. Beau Beau and in latin his name would be Neverus Stopesus Shedius!
When he isn't sleeping he is either running in fear or eating. The mass of this cat is amazing, we figure that he needs to save all of his energy to grow hair. The family has come to a rough estimate of enough hair to make another cat is shed each day. He is your typical lap cat, only after about 5 minutes of him laying on you, you cannot feel your feet! You can pet him and you suddenly turn into the wolf man! He passes time by talking to the birds. No I really mean it, when he sees a bird he starts meowing. Also, the Beau sleeps quite soundly, I've been experimenting with how much junk I can pile on top of him before he wakes up. He just doesn't care!
Randy
Randy a.k.a. Randel a.k.a. Rand Man a.k.a. Rand Mc Puppy a.k.a. Randy Red Dog. Not the brightest of God's creations. When we let him outside he spends most of his time running around and barking aimlessly. He enjoys a good chase with a military plane flying below radar. His favorite game is called Skuzz Rag, this is a rag that has 2 knotts at the ends and he likes to run after it, catch it, drool on it, try to kill it, and then drop it on your lap to throw for him.
Misty
Misty a.k.a. #$!Ar$6@ (The only time that she isn't Misty is when my sister is mad at her). Too smart for her own good. She learned how to open the stable door, open the freezer that we keep the treats in, and when teamed up with her daughter, Victoria, has taken the outside gate off of its hinges twice. She can be very helpful, when my sister, Jessica, forgets something outside, she will usually bring it back into the stable.
Victoria
Victoria a.k.a. Vics a.k.a. Victoria Cream Cheese a.k.a. Vicky. She has a moral objection to my existence, I first noticed this when she was 1 week old and figured out how to kick. When I was leading her around the resort she decided to practice this newly aquired skill on me. Ever since then she has gotten a little bit of saticfaction every time Jessica turns her watchful eye. She is accident prone, when she was very young, she she cut the top of her eye open by running full throttle around the paddock and slipping on a soft piece of earth, and falling into a fence. She is always tripping over something, this is a trait which she has inharited from her father, Royal, a few years ago I had finally gotten the courage to gallop on him and then he found a very small depression in the ground. he rolled over, lucky for me I rolled away before he landed. Victoria has an interesting riding style, she will run and run and run and run until she is going at a very good speed, then come to a complete stop. My dad has decided that this is her way of encouraging the human race to fly.
Scruffers
Scruffers a.k.a. Scruffy cat. He lives in the stable and loves to snack. Every time we go into the stable he is there with a pathetic look on his face, and meowing as if he had not been fed in ages. He runs from most people and tries to communicate with the rest of them. He has very long fur and it gets very natted. Over the winter months we have found that he developes a very interesting odour, I'll give you 1 guess on what the smell is. When the weather warms up he will spend long nights professing his love to my sister by way of an evening serenade at her window.
Rosey
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Rosey a.k.a. Pin Cushion. She got her name because she is as pretty as a flower, but has thorns. She lets my sister know that she wants our of her cage by re-aranging her food dishes. She gets a rush from falling, my sister lets her loose on our coffee table and she runs right off of the edge. She also has the amazing skill of locating the hardest spot to get her and going there. Gizmo tries to play with her, he really does, he just can't seem to pat her very well. He taps her on the back and will suddenly pull his paw away, for most animals this would be enough; but, for Gizzy it isn't, he just comes back again and again for more.
Sultan
In a tragic turn of events Sultan died May 1st 1997. He would have been 3 years old on May 25th, he was hit by a car. I will always have warm memories of my little Sul, I loved him very much. Whenever he would get in trouble I was there to support him, whenever I needed a friend, as I was there for him he was there for me. Just a note to any selfish individuals who drive along the road, see an animal, and don't even attempt to avoid it, It hurts! That kind of act can drasticly effect the life of anyone who cared about the poor little animal, when Sultan died the pain was so great I didn't think that I could bare it. I now know that I would do everything in my power to keep that from happening to another individual or animal.
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