Taffy, stray that bribed her way into my dad's heart. (Best guess is she was our elderly neighbors cat and the kids kicked her outside after their parents passed and they sold the house.)

Brown, my Grandma's cat. Named by a young cousin.

Squeakers, her sister. Demands all the cuddles possible. Both are tripping hazards.

Fluffy, probably the one of the best cats I have ever had and will have. She was something special.

Basta, funny cat. He was Fluffy's little minion/protege and likes to mess with Taffy. Anytime I attempted to train the dogs outside he would miraculously appear to be a nuisance.

Simon, the odd brother of Basta. Both were caught as feral kittens.

An assortment of feral kittens I worked with. The black kitten had the most amazing green eyes. I really wanted to keep the grey one, he loved his belly scratched.

A relative's barn kittens they kept as inside kitties. The seal point is a polydactyl and only has a weird expression due to play fighting. I trapped quite a bit at of cats at her house and not going to lie was trying to take some of the prettiest to a specific ranch to create a cool population of cats I could catch a kitten from someday.

50 new posts, so many pictures!  I love your cats and Sol’s.  I didn’t know either of you had so many, even if some are now gone.  They all look so soft and lovable. Even the feral look sweet.

The Big Kahuna gave you cat privileges.  You better not rag on Admin again.

As long as everyone is sleeping,  it's all good. ;)

I grew up a cat person. I can’t have a cat right now and I miss it so much. If I had to choose I’m actually probably a cat person over a dog person. But only my own feral kitten cats. 
 

Once they get by the wanting to bite you stage they’re very cute and cuddly.