Sonny is the king. He sits atop his royal butt and watches over his roost with a stern expression. He doesn't tolerate anybody making a fool out of him and will sulk if I embarrass him by giving him kisses or holding him like a baby. The only time he loses his dignity is when I get out the brush and he goes into a crazy brushing trance.

I help take care of my neighbors cats, she is too old to keep up with their care, and all three have such different personalities. Sassy is the brat who will pick a fight with anybody one minute and cuddle with them the next. She loves being around people but she also distances herself and hides for days at a time in the unused upper floor of the house. Furball, named for his ability to make people clean up after him, is the velcro cat who must always be right in your face. He follows everybody around like a puppy. The new rescue, yet to be named, has some sort of mental disorder possibly from being beaten. He wonders around the house and often has to sit and rethink where he is going. He is the one to cuddle with and dispite a questionable past he loves and trusts all people.