This is Scotty, my youngest at almost 3. He is adorably cute and loves to cuddle when he's sleepy; otherwise he's busy terrorizing, uh, playing with the other kids and flying through the house at warp speed leaving a trail of hissing and screaming in his wake. He also likes to hiss and growl for no apparent reason, but it's all bluff. His alias is "Angel Boy". Note the tuft of fur in his right claw from some seemingly innocent victim. LOL
This is Samson, aka Sammy. He's a real momma's boy and if he wants your attention or any sandwich you happen to be holding, he is not above reaching out with his body-builder paw and taking it by force. He is a pest extraordinaire and is known for talking. Not just meows, but he actually says my sister's name (Carolyn) even though he's calling me (when I have the nerve to walk out of his sight), and has also been heard saying "Help me" when he's in the cat carrier. People have chuckled when I tell them, then become believers when they actually hear (and see) him enunciate the words. I believe "creeped out" has been the main comment. Doesn't bother me as long as he doesn't start nagging.
This is my first Angel Boy, Chance. His name should have been Lazarous cuz he was dead when my SO found him as a six-week old baby. SO thought he was dead when he found him in a sleet storm, lying frozen in a puddle of water December 2001 at his dad's farm. He took him inside, planning to bury him later and after a few minutes in the warm house he felt him barely move. So two hours later when he came home with this tiny bundle in his shirt, Chance was wide awake and acting like a normal kitten. He had severely frostbitten back feet that when they healed were a good inch or two shorter than they should be, but otherwise he is hearty and totally adorable. I would say normal, but none of my critters are normal.
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