Hubby is allergic to cats, but he loves me, so I have seven of them. In order of acquisition:
She's my oldest at 17 years old. We almost lost her about five months ago and set her up in the master bathroom to watch her. Well, she's healthy now but refuses to leave. But we figure she's 17 and deserves a little assisted living home so she gets to stay there as long as she wants.
This one is really hubby's cat. She loves his so much and is usually found on his desk or in his lap. She's a former stray that is now 6 years old. She's very squeaky and a bit high strung - when she gets nervous, she'll nibble off all her belly hair.
She's my little psycho. She is another former stray that is probably about 7 years old. She has feline hyperesthesia, an over sensitivity of her skin, that lead her to chew her tail to the bone. Her tail is now docked and, while still crazy, she no longer self-mutilates.
Another former stray, this one is a fluffy thing who loves to brush against you when you are wearing dark pants. She's also enjoys being spooned at night when I go to bed. She's probably about 5 years old.
Gidget was pregnant when we took her in and Bitty is the runt of that litter. Hand feeding made us attached to her so we kept her. She's four years old and likes randomly falling down when in a lovey mood. She also has perfected the "grumpy" look when trying to get attention.
Cocoa was my grandmother's cat we took in after my grandma died. She it about 4 years old and, due to some immune issues that caused her body to destroy her teeth, has been totally toothless for about a year and a half. She is also our second fattest at 16 pounds. And by far the most attention-hound - she demands to be picked up CONSTANTLY.
Folks on the IRC a couple of weeks ago met Sammy. He was abandoned at the vet earlier this year and we took him home after we lost one of our kitties. He's 5 years old and a whopping 23 pounds. He also has a weird but cute habit of suckling on his knuckle when he is happy. video
Holy monkeys, I have a lot of cats.