The cute polydactyl kitty got taken too. Humph.

This is very tough.

Rosie has figured out that the petting thing is pretty cool. She's just shy with new people. Gilda will let me pet her if she's sleepy, but she's still uneasy about being handled. They've both come a long way from the scared little girls I brought home from the shelter.

Very nostalgic pictures, Fay. snif

Our feral, a year old when we trapped him, only squeaked at us for food as a kitten would. The strangest thing is that if we step on or stumble over him he still, after five years, doesn't holler in protest. He runs away, silently.

In the intervening years, however, he has learned the fine art of conversation. As in, peeking in the doorway of a room where a human is, "Hey! My dish is empty!" The only time I ever hear him "call" one of us when he's out of sight is when he wakes up and wonders if he's alone in the house. "Moo?" The rest of the time he only talks when his target is in sight.

My Annna kitty has the same white patch on her tummy as Chikat's. Anna also has a little thumb smudge of white on her throat. And lots of grey in her fur. She's 17 years old this year (and really doesn't act like it).

Mom has a beautiful Ragdoll that all the neighbors love (even the cat hating neighbor loves him) and he's a very chatty cat. He grumbly meows when you are petting him and he's happy and chatters when you aren't petting him and sounds like he's dying a slow painful death when I clip his nails.

Our cat, Jordan, is mostly black, with a little white ascot, and a little white cummerbun. I love black kitties.

Ya'll are killing me with the cat talk. They're all so cute! This is why I'm not allowed to go to the Petsmart on adoption day anymore.

Someday, when I can have animals, I'd really like a Siamese or a Tonkinese. My mother and grandmother kept them for a long time, and I adore them. But they'd have to get along with the pit bull I inevitably want too.

Must stay away from Petfinder. I've a longstanding wish for a Himalayan kitten. That way I could have the puffy tail plus the Siamese blue eyes and talkativeness. Instead, I keep adopting strays who wander into my sphere. I suppose it's good karmically not to pick a kitten based solely on the upholstery, but still...

One of my strays, shy Squeaky, is polydactyl. He has ginormous thumbs and it's such fun watching him use his mighty grip to pick up kibble.

can't... resist... kitty... talk...

My parents have a black cat named Ace, who I call the Prince of Darkness. He has yellow eyes, visible fangs, is the naughtiest of the 7 cats in their house; and Tiny is his minion/companion in mischief.

My sister's black cat is named Sissy, and is distinguishible from PoD by her fluffy tail and her extreme skittishness. She's scared of the metal transition strips between different kinds of flooring - she hesitates, and quavers, and then leaps across. Every time.

Which Buffista conversation is this? #67?

Welcome to the cat thread.

Somewhere, Hec is weeping.