Happy cats,
right at home.

Waits at the door for me every visit, and has trained me to walk him home whenever he gets himself locked out. Greedy, cheeky, impossible not to love.

Rex rules his outdoor patch like a king, but indoors he takes his time with people. His family warned me I might never even see him. Visit by visit, that changed, and last time, he climbed onto my lap. I'm still a little proud of that one.

The gentlest of souls. A little shy at first, but the moment he settles he's a bundle of purrs, leaning in for cuddles the second I'm close.

A perfect little lady: middle-aged, poised, and impeccably well-mannered, like the sweetest old soul in cat form. She'll melt for a chin scratch and would trade almost anything for a Dreamie.

A gentle, once-a-stray girl who's shy of people and loves her hiding spots. She's still building her confidence, but she'll now come out to eat while I'm nearby, and let me sit quietly beside her. Small, patient wins.

Full of character, she's sassy, independent, and knows exactly what she likes (and what she doesn't!). She greets me at the door, loves her supervised garden adventures, and allows a little brushing before deciding she's had enough.

The sweetest, most affectionate boy, and independent with it. He greets me at the door, asks for his brush and a massage, treats me to the odd zoomie session to chase, and loves pottering about in the same room as me. Completely adored him.

The most pampered, adored boy around, and he knows it. Soft, endlessly cuddly, and utterly precious: I tuck him in for naps like a baby, and he keeps one eye on me the whole time, opening them the second I try to sneak off! When he's not snoozing, he's chasing his jingly balls like little Meowssi (or Meoradona, depending on the day), purring the entire time.