My Kitties

Ickus and I shopping for watches, circa 1989

Sol waking up and demonstrating how he's the longest boy

This weekend I said goodbye to Black Kitty.  He was in the vicinity of 20 years old and declining quickly.  He came to me as a feral, was missing most of one ear, his mouth was too small for his fangs, he would become paralyzed with a paw in the air when pettins were really, really good, and he will be forever missed.  Saturday afternoon he said goodbye and wandered off to some secret place, dying as independently as he lived.  

Hayley had the snuggle spot and was forced out by Sol.  She didn’t take it well.

Sol makes a great headrest

Todd, completely relaxed

Typical picture of the elusive Todd

A rare photo of the elusive Vinny.

Black Kitty being a dork

This is my life when I return from a four-day trip

This is how I woke up Sunday morning.

He is sound asleep.

Poor Wee Todd got fixed and someone went crazy with the razor!

This is how far Sol, my fearless, hearty Maine Coon made it into the first snow of the season.

Sol in a deep sleep

Wee Todd doing his impression of a shoe horn.