To reflect their current status within the home:
Allen is the Duke of Puke (yes, he lost his King status)
Pouncer is Sir Pukealot
Harry is the Puke Miester
Abby is Princess Puke


I am up to my elbows in hairballs! Every morning this week I've awkened to sounds --- You KNOW what sounds I'm talking about --- at such fun hours as 4:00 in the morning. And here's the oh-so-fun nightly routine: I jump out of bed at the first hint of that *sound*, stumble over the dog, hunt for a towel realizing I can't see because I forgot my glasses so I stumble back over the dog, grab the glasses, and YUP, stumble back over Nicki again (thats a total of three stumbles) only to be too late - somebody coughed that hairball up before I could throw a towel below them.

And the most fun part of it all? By the time I get to the scene of the crime, ALL of them are sitting there looking at the fresh hairball like its an alien, so I have no idea if its ne particular feline or all of them at one time or another. So they all get new names!