Just now getting around to posting this on FA. It's a few months old and I'm not terribly happy with it anymore (Blue looks like his muzzle is trying to crawl off his face and what in the world is up with Fleck's ears?). Plus I have a new cat who isn't included here.

Anyway, here are all four of my real-life (pain in the ass) cats: Sam, Baby, Fleck, and Blue. Just for the heck of it, I'm going to write a short bio on each of them below. I mean, what is the internet for if not shamelessly rambling about your cats?

Sam

Sam is the oldest out of the four of them at four years old. I got him after the untimely death of my rescue kitten, Tobie. I had my heart set on a young kitten, and the rescue didn't have any at the time. However, they agreed to provide the spay/neuter and vaccination vouchers for a kitten adopted outside the shelter system due to the fact that Tobie died within a week of his adoption (his previous owners had mistreated him badly, and several of his siblings also died while in the care of the rescue organization). I found a litter of kittens through an ad in the paper, and there I picked out my Sammy Boy, who made himself right at home. Probably due to the fact that he was the first baby and didn't have any other cats to interact with, Sam has grown up with the firm belief that he is, in fact, a human. He doesn't get along with other cats and takes absolutely no crap from our dogs. He doesn't like cat treats or even bits of meat. He'll just eat his cat food like a proper gentleman, thank you very much. His life's ambition is to get outside, even though he doesn't really do anything while he's out threre but rub on the ground and eat grass. He absolutely loves those little multicolored cotton ball...things they sell in packs of cat toys. He's only slightly interested in other toys, but he will spaz out for those things. He also loves Christmas. No, I'm serious. He REALLY loves Christmas. Between laying under the tree and playing with the wrapping paper, it's his favorite time of the year. He also has a slightly...disturbing habit when it comes to soft blankets. Let's just say he's obviously got some repressed sexual issues he's not dealing with. And yes, he is neutered (all of my cats are) so I'm just as confused as you are.

Baby (aka Barnabas)

Again, people who have watched me for a long time may remember the little orange kitten I adopted back in 2012 fav.me/d4zfy06 His "legal" name is Barnabas, but he was so tiny when I first got him that I took to calling him Baby, and after awhile he just thought that was his name, so that's what we call him. In hindsight, it was a rather appropriate decision. I got Baby from the same rescue organization as Tobie. He had all kinds of problems when we first got him, from ear mites to diarrhea, to kitty cold. But after lots of medicine and TLC, he grew into the giant orange football he is today. Baby is a prima donna if there ever was one. If he decides he wants affection, heaven help you, because he will wail at the top of his lungs, follow you from room to room, and collapse at your feet every time he manages to track you down. But if he doesn't want affection, you better not try and touch him. He'll start with the look of death and thrashing tail, then rapidly progress to biting if you don't make a hasty retreat. Yeah, he's a bit of an ass. He's also incredibly lazy. If you can't find him, he's sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. He's the only one out of all four cats that likes to get under the covers, rather than on top of them. And by 'likes' I mean 'will nudge at the covers with face until you give into his desire for cuddles'. His favorite toys are the plushy kind with sparkles...and cotton swabs. Don't ask.

Fleck

You should see the looks people give you when you name your cat Fleck. Well I know it's no 'Mittens' or 'Boots', but what can I say? He's actually named for the tiny flecks of black on either side of his muzzle. Fleck was a feral kitten who was going to be put to sleep after he made his home in the garage next to building where my mom worked. We called the pound off and managed to catch him and bring him home. We weren't originally planning to keep him. The idea was to get him used to people, then find him a new home. But during the rehabilitation process, Baby fell absolutely in love with the little guy and so did we. In the end we decided we couldn't part with him. In hindsight it was a good idea, seeing as I don't think he would have been able to live with anyone else. Fleck has never completely shaken his feral upbringing. Around us he's a sweet little guy, but if someone he doesn't know comes in the house, good luck finding him for the rest of the day. He's a real scaredy cat. He's also the most hyper out of all the cats and the most likely to sharpen his claws on the furniture. We keep lots of scratchers at hand, and Fleck seems to like the cardboard ones in particular. In fact, I made the mistake of leaving a cardboard box on the floor of my room recently. Poor box didn't even know what hit it :saddummy: Fleck's favorite toys are these fuzzy mice my mom buys for him at PetSmart. He'll carry them from room to room, throw them up in the air, toss them under doors (which drives me crazy), and eventually turn them into an unidentifiable mass of plastic and fuzz.

Blue

And last (but certainly not least) is my sweet Blue! Yeah, Blue is definitely the favorite around our house and he knows it. I got him from a different rescue organization, and from the moment he saw me he seemed to know he'd found his new owner. I came around the corner to find him staring back at me through the glass and that was it. I had my cat. He even purred in the moving car on the way home, lying on my lap like he didn't have a care in the world. He quickly befriended Fleck, who seemed to calm down a lot after we brought home the new kitten. Blue usually likes to be within touching distance of me, preferably curled up with his back against me. If I'm behind a closed door, he'll cry to get in. If I'm loving on one of the other cats, he'll try and get between us. He's a spoiled brat, and thinks nothing of bossing around the other cats. His favorite toys are dangling ones on strings, particularly the ones that look like feather dusters. If he manages to catch the toy, he'll grab it in his mouth, growl, and refuse to let go. Also, he'll eat anything. No, I'm not joking. Do not leave anything on the counter if you want to see it in the morning. I once came down for a soda and found that he'd chewed into a pack of fig newtons. And if you're trying to eat your dinner, Blue will most likely be there staring a hole in you.

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