Sulu is the oldest of our three. He is 18 going on 19, mostly deaf, probably blind, but with a sense of smell so keen he can smell a slice of ham from the bedroom when I'm making a sandwich downstairs in the kitchen.
He has an underactive thyroid and possibly liver cancer, or something growing there. He survived a nasty nose-bleed incident at the weekend, but is better now after a course of anti-biotics.
He is almost always hungry, and loves food of all sorts including beans and cheese; loves to sleep and sit on anyone's lap.
Little Girl; AKA Stumpy; AKA Squirly Girly has several names, as you can tell. Jools has had her since she was a kitten, and I guess she is now about 12 or 13. She is a little eccentric, runs away when food is coming, is shy, loves to be brushed, dribbles when she is being stroked.
Oh yeah, we also call her Teddy Bear on occasion, no wonder she is confused at times.
Molly and I have been together since I took her home from the RSPCA home. She was so shy, she would not eat until she was stoked. She grew happier and bolder, and was a lively thing for a house cat. She used to sit on the window sill waiting for me to come home from work, and was a local landmark.
When I went to sea, Molly came to Kent to live with Jools and her cats. She is now an outdoor and independant cat, and loves to hunt and bring us gifts of small dead mammals. And frogs.
Everything is on her terms, but can be cuddly when the mood takes her, and she loves to sleep on the end of our bed when she gets the chance.
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