Here are the cats. The ones that are in the title. The ones that I haven't posted about yet because I don't know why. But here they are. The first one is Boo, whom I've known longer than my husband. Her original name was Booger. No one would call her that. My friend came up with Miss Boo which was shortened to Boo. She approved of the change and will answer to her name and talk back. The next one is Buddy, the big, fat, gray one. He was a stray we found in South Carolina and had belonged to a bunch of students who abandoned him when they graduated. One of those students was in my lighting design class. He felt the same way about his studies as he felt about his cat. I gave him the grade he earned, but man, did selecting the "F" grade box feel nice. Buddy was 5 pounds when we took him in. He's now 20. At one point, he dropped a couple pounds thanks to Prozac (yep, we have a cat who's been on Prozac), but we moved again and he freaked and ate his worries away. Molly and Algernon are the last two. Littermates rescued from a shelter in South Carolina. We were only going to get ONE after my Larry died. If you've ever seen an animal shelter in rural South Carolina, you'd be surprised that we didn't take more than two. Algernon (the black and white one) is a bit dumb. And extremely vain. He is so very very proud of his tail, but he is the first one to walk into a wall. Molly (the one that looks like a poorly stirred cup of coffee and cream) is our robber barroness and is completely ruled by her stomach.
Those are the cats. All four of the cats. We love our cats, even if we didn't mean to have four of them. Especially all at once.
