Misty
Aliases: Misty-Meow, Meow, Mow, Meowth.
Likes: Sleeping. Eating.
Dislikes: Physical activity. Human Food. People who are not me.

Misty will be 12 this October. I adopted her from Gloucester County Animal Shelter for $5.00 and a 10 lb bag of cat food at a pet shop. I originally wanted an orange kitten, but they were gone. So I picked a little girl to be BFF with Noelle, my other cat. They were not BFF. Misty is middle aged now and likes to lay around. She picks a spot and stays there for what seems to be weeks at a time. She’s your stereotypical aloof cat. Sometimes, however, she’ll climb up on my chest when I’m about to fall asleep and purr and purr until we both pass out. Misty tolerates Charlie, ignores Max, and drools when she purrs.

Charlie
Aliases: Charlie-Boo, Boo-Bear, Boo, Booze, Baby-meow.
Likes: Scritches. Snuggling. Eating.
Dislikes: Physical activity. Human Food. Loud noises

Charlie will be 10 in July. He was about 6 months old when I took him home from my then-job because the original owner’s kid was “allergic.” Right. He’s also mid-life, and has suffered from some middle-age spread. He’s a large cat to begin with, though. Yes, I’m making excuses. Charlie’s a scaredy-cat. If anyone he doesn’t know shows up, he dashes into the closet and will stay there until they leave. Charlie likes Misty, likes Max, and completely worships me.

Max

Aliases: Maximillian, Maxine, Poochus McDoofus, Lightning McPee.
Likes: Rousing walks. Rawhide. Tearing up beanie babies. Tearing up napkins. Stealing food from my trash can. Snuggling close when he sleeps. Paris Pillow.
Dislikes: Sticks. Pouring rain. Strongly scented human food. Being away from home for long.

Max came to me from the Animal Orphanage in Voorhees 4 years ago when he was about 1 or 2 years old. We’ll never know for sure. He was a stray before that, so we had a few behavior issues to deal with. But honestly, he’s come so very far in the last 4 years that it seems unfair to keep cataloging what he used to do. Max is a social little dog. He constantly bares his teeth, but thankfully never uses him. I think he tries to compensate for his small stature. He’s all terrier. Possibly Australian Terrier, but we’ll never know for sure. He’ll curl up on my lap and snooze while I surf the web. I am completely enamored with this little street dog.

Gone before us

Mickey came to us in 1997 from my cousin who couldn’t take care of him anymore. He was quite a little gentleman, and I still miss his snuffles and how good he smelled after his baths.I do not miss giving him twice-daily insulin shots, though.

Noelle was my first cat ever, and arrived on the scene in 1994. We adopted her from the Animal Orphanage. She was slender, silent, and smelled like dust.

Lucky was my dog at Mom’s house. We got her in 1991, again from the Animal Orphanage.