This is Tubby, my first born. He's 16 1/2 years old and is in the beginning stages of kidney failure, but has been stable the last 2 years with the help of 1/2 of a Pepcid everyday. I got him from a friend who was moving to an apartment that didn't allow pets. Her loss, my gain. He has been through everything with me, and like Logan said, he's been with me longer than anything or anyone else in my life except my family. He is my baby, and is the biggest momma's boy you'll ever see. He isn't too active anymore, but used to be a real terror - I still have the scars to prove it. He has always been an adventurous kitty, and loves to be outside on his leash - course in his opinion he could lose the leash, but I won't take that chance. I'm hoping the Pepcid does its trick for many years to come because I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when he's gone. Oh, and he's Samantha's beau here on PT.


And this is my sweet little Peanut girl. She is 14 1/2 and in excellent health except for allergies. I had a good friend who was Peanut's first mom, and one night she was killed by a drunk driver. No one else was willing to take Peanut, so I did because there was no way I was going to let such a sweet little thing go to the shelter. Tubby and my dad accepted her, and she has now been through all most as much as Tubby has with me. She is much happier since I've met and moved in with Terry, because now she has become Daddy's Little Girl, who can also do NO wrong (like LoudLou's Mocha Bean). She really is a good, sweet little kitty and I love her to pieces. Most times I just can't stand how adorable she is and I have to pick her up and smooch on her - which she hates. She is currently unattached - except to her daddy.