Do you have more than two cats? I have four, three indoor one outdoor. A friend of mine had six, I'm not sure if he still has them all still, but that is too many cats for a really small house.

I live in a 1100 square foot loft with three cats.

One is overweight and occaisionally pees on rugs

One is crabby female who pukes everywhere

One is a young, hyperactive male, who is VERY friendly and outgoing.

We also have a lab/shepard mix dog. She is as sweet a dog as anyone could want.


It's still about two cats too many, for my tastes....

I have one cat, her name is Isadora. She is a stunning beauty, but also very tempermental.

I picked her out from a shelter. Apparently the fuckface who owned her previously dropped her when she was young, severely injuring her back. She had to have surgery. Now, whenever anyone touches or gets near that portion of her back she hisses, as she still associates it with pain. Actually, she hisses and bites a lot, as she is a rebel- a rebel without a cause. She is my beautiful unique darling that I love very much.

I have no cats, as I like to remind my wife when the litterbox needs cleaning.


But my wife's cat sleeps on my pillow, right above my head. So sweet!

I'm not sure I 'have' them as such and I'm quite sure they'll take over one day (often I'll come home from work and see a row of heads bob over the fence and swivel towards me like sentinels from a Hitchcock movie) but there are about six former strays that nestle in boxes at the front of the house. We all inherited them from a slightly batty woman who used to feed them though my delightfully nutty upstairs Italian neighbour Jess is their primary carer. I'm woken most mornings by her clucking and cooing to her 'bambini'.

They can be as cute as hell, especially the little furtive faces that poke into the living room when the back door is open but I'll not be fooled - they also have a deeply sinister side.

Just one....he's enough for me. My bestest friend in the whole world!






How can you say no to that?!

2 marvelous felines; cat thread to make the crying stop. Thank you:


An afternoon with Suki and Ponette.

I have a long-haired tortoise-shell named Eddie, a female I did not name. I inherited from an ex-girlfriend when the gay guy who was supposed to become her roommate could not bear to leave his mother; I took Eddie so she could get back the pet deposit and make rent. Eddie became mine permanently after she started stripping and ran off with an Army dude.

I also have a 95-pound German shepherd named Booker AKA "The Bookmobile" and "Bookminster Fuller." He was given to me by an 84-year-old woman who took my poetry workshop.

Three bears:

Spot:



Radar:



And my roommate's kitten, Max:



Radar and Max playfight all day long and play "king of the hill" with the cat tree. It rules.

Zero cats. Cats are for pussies.