These are in fact my beautiful cats. They would have you believe they are starving. They are not. They have all come to me through roundabout means, rescued or adopted from people who no longer wanted them. They rock.
Anya
She is His Kitty. She is squeaky and mean. Kitty patrol. Cute as hell.
Half-a-Tiger
He's My Special Boy. Giant Pinkness. A Goofball. A total freakshow. I adore him.
