This was Banshee, a cat that graced my house for several years. Very laid back cat, loved to cuddle--but was a real clown when the mood struck him.
This was T.C., the youngest of my previous generation of cats. Poor T.C. was always very timid. But eventually, she did come to trust me.
This was Merlyn, the grand old man of the house. He was my first cat. He tolerated the addition of Muffin (haven't found a good picture of him yet), Banshee, and TC with great equanimity. He was a cat of great dignity, but never considered showing his love to be beneath him.
This was supposed to be a picture of the second generation of cats. Unfortunately, Milo decided to hog to spotlight, and I've never gotten them together again. The one group picture I've got was put together in photoshop.
This is Odis, the one who sees my camera and decides to show off instead of running and hiding. He's positive that my root beer would be tasty, but he's never had any.
When the cats arrived in my house, they immediately took to the old cat tree. Resting, watching outside, watching me, and apparently a conversation nook too.
I had some tall cabinets that Odis always wanted to explore, but couldn't get onto. I moved the old cat tree out to put the new one in, and Odis saw his opportunity.
This is the new cat furniture, with a swinging tube. Not a big hit with the cats, but Odis tried it out.
We had some repairmen in the house, and Odis decided he didn't like the noisy strangers. He found an early arcade cabinet I had bought years ago, where he could keep watch for when it was safe.
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