These are my minions, they live in my house, in my domain. They are my vassals, my underlings. Their saving grace is that they're cats and they know that I'm the master around here. Of course, every once and a while I need to remind them who's in charge around here and put them in their places, but I try not to be too hard on them.
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This is my idiot brother Fepher. As you'll notice he's a bit cross-eyed. He's a walking stomach,which is useful when we're out of food because the "Human" female thinks he's cute and will give us food as soon as he begs from her. |
This one is a pathetic excuse for a cat, he's a disgrace to felines everywhere. He drools, he whines, he can't stand up for himself, he idolizes the female "Human,"..... in short, he's a shame to every cat in the world. The female "Human" calls him B.B. I call him Punching Bag # 1.... He's definately low cat on the Totem-pole. |
This is the cat equivelant of
your comedy character "Fat Bastard". Weighing in at 22 lbs,
I avoid letting him lay on me. I can kick his ass in a moment's notice
but there's no challenge in that. "Djinn"
needs to take on eating fruit.
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 This little twit is called "Gabrielle". A sure freak of nature for she has not grown from her cute kitten-like state in over 7 cat years. Perhaps a midget, she is as easy to toss around as my catnip ball. Much more fun though since she squeaks when I bite her. |
 I'm not sure what to say about "Spike". Named after some insipid TV show character because he became a total pansy after the humans took him to the vet to be "demasculinated". I'm not sure what that means, except there's less to lick down there than there was. |
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