These are my kitties. Otherwise known as "Los Gatitos Demonicos".
Me and my two extremely happy kitties on my 24th birthday (long before I acquired Edward). Don't let their expressions fool you; they love to wear party hats. Zoe is the surly solid gray on the left, Pandora a.k.a. Dorie is the tubby gray tabby on the right. I'm the freak in the middle.
This is Dorie doing her "Aren't I cute?" schtick.
She is cute, but dumber than dirt, poor dear.
Zoe, my "good" cat, on my horribly messy unmade bed. She looks like a Russian blue, but she's not. She's just a mutt I got at the humane shelter, but she couldn't be more prissy if she were a pure bred Grand Champion. Visit Zoe's Web site, Zoezelina's, to learn more about her and her kittie comrades.
This is Edward, a.k.a. The Big White Streak. I first met him during my work at Tree House Animal Foundation. He was a "soc kitty", meaning he was in our socialization program because he was a big ole 'fraidy cat. He's come a long way from that scraggly, scrawny kitten they had to trap to bring in out of the cold on the coldest night of 1997. I should have guessed then that he wasn't very bright. He got his nickname from the way he'll streak away from you in terror if he thinks you're going to chase him, which is just about any time you walk toward him. He's a freak, but I love him.
Reason #837 to keep the litter box clean. I was mortified when she did this. Right in front of me!
(But obviously not so mortified that I forgot to tell Jody, who was my roommate at the time, to get the camera.)
Who, me? You must be mistaken.
Whatever it was, I'm sure Dorie did it!"
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