Our Babycats

Roger, while not the youngest by any means, maybe 17 years old, was our newest addition to vet records listing us as his “parents”. After at least 8 years visiting Mark as an adult, came to live with us and expected us to cater to his wishes every day. He came in at night, guarded the porch, and rode the fences. He was a people kitty and enjoyed everyone. We couldn’t have asked for more. He stopped breathing on his own on November 25th. We miss him.

Gizzie was born in my closet May 18th, 2008. He has been my coworker all his little life, caring for other homeless kittens, greeting homeless people at a shelter he and I once managed, and babysitting regularly. To this day, when he hears a baby crying on television he perks up and looks for it. He hasn’t changed in 13 years. He is a little love bug.

And these two! Lily is our only little girl. She’s a conniving little mercenary. She comes to me when she smells fish. Must have fish or she will die! Isn’t she cute, though?

Pip is our polite and quiet tuxedo boy and just looks at you. You just know that he loves you.

Lily and Pip were here first, officially adopted from the local ASPCA when they were kittens. They’re probably 8 now.

Everyone got along. There were no real fights. They blended well. The other three still do.