Cats Cats Cats

We got cats again - we are in desperate need for a mouser out by the barn. Once we decided to do it, it seemed like options came pouring out of the woodwork. Holly found us a cat at the Petsmart, John/Jen's friend rescued strays from the streets of Troy, Don's dad had a cat that needed a home...

Ultimately, we decided to go to the shelter and found two. Yes, two. Cats not kittens. These names came from the shelter, they name them like we name hurricanes. No questions asked, please. We are trying to work in new names, but Bri is sorta set on them.

This is Fellini. 1 yr old, male, ready to mouse, I think. He took several swipes at the dogs to establish who is boss. Naia cowers behind us now. Mira wants to play. Caille doesn't know what to do when he starts growling at her. Yes, growling with his mouth closed. Sounds like a vacuum cleaner, resonating through the floor.


This is Percy, 3 yrs old, male, ready for your lap, but without the clawsy "making biscuits" thing. He is currently hiding under our bed, but he did enjoy hanging out on Bri's bed. Until I started shoveling out the food for the dogs. Apparently, he knows that sound.


I would have posted some more pics, but it was darkish in the house and the camera treats low light situations as a reason to go arty, blurry, out-of-focusey unless I use the flash. And neither cat likes the flash - "run away"!