We had wonderfully mild weather yesterday so the kitties got outside time. Tony found the catmint. He's a jerk, so no one will help him clean his face and he's just so scrungly right now.
This is Tony, named after Tony Stark because we thought he was going to be a bottle baby (he wasn't, he was just barely weaned when he came into the vet where I worked) and I just knew he was going to grow up to be arrogantly smug. And I was right!
He's also very tolerant. He's not above biting...
This is Pepper, aka Pep-Pep. Don't let that sweet face fool you, her favorite hobby is terrorizing our German shepherds. She's definitely my husband's cat, he can get away with almost anything. She doesn't like to be picked up and isn't very cuddly but she does like to talk to us and enjoys chin...
Amara is my cat with heterochromia, I hadn't met an odd eyed cat in person before her either. She was the first of this group of cats that we got when we moved into our house. She has chronic resting B***face but is actually the sweetest and most tolerant of our cats
He was. We didn't ever see a mom or any other kittens (boy were we released when we did a deep clean of the garage and didn't find any tiny bodies). My first instinct was "put that thing back where you got it or so help me" but he was so cold and I'm a soft touch. Umbilical cord still attached...