Puddy - I love how she looks at me, as though she truly likes me. I know she loves me but she looks at me as though she likes me. And I love how she likes to hang w/the humans. Her head goes back and forth from person to person as though she understands every word of the conversation.

Boo Bear - I like that he comes when I call him, much like a dog would. And boy, does he ever talk. And he likes to check out new people; he'll jump up on their lap and look them square in the eye, as if to say "My mom might like ya but I'll let you know later what I think."

Pidge - I love how she taps on my arm when she wants attention. And I love her sweetness; what a sweet disposition she has. It's always seemed as though she's just grateful to have a home.

Creamsicle - I love how she just has to touch your face and smell your breath. Maybe it's because she's deaf and she's compensating, I don't know. She can melt the coldest heart.

Yodie - I love her eye kisses. She gives me lots of them and leg hugs, too. And she's another talker, sometimes to the point where I have to say "Aw, shuddup already!" And she'll just suddenly flop over and expect a belly rub, no excuses, Mom!

Coco Puff - I love the way he schmoozes me when he wants something. He's such a handsome blue eyed lover. If I was a cat, I'd be in big trouble. Another talker, too. Goes through the house, sounding like he's saying "Oh well!" And he still makes that "boop boop" noise, so much so that I call him Booper every once in a while.

Specs - I love the white rings around his eyes, as though he's wearing specs. And I love the way he sleeps upside down. All cats do that but the way he does it, I can't make out head or tail!

RB Peeka - She started the tapping me on the arm thing. She melted my heart the first time she did it. And when she and her brother Boo Bear lived w/my son for a couple of years when I was separating from my husband and living in Sedona, she'd be sure to leave a toy of hers in my suitcase so that when I'd unpack, I'd find it. It's as if she was saying "Don't forget us, Mom." It always made me cry. And I loved giving her stub rubs where her tail had been amputated. She'd raise her head up high as if to say "Oh yeah, right there, Mom."