Worthless Furball #3

Yes, this is my cat. She's on the couch here, but usually she likes to sit on my counter and shed hairs in my food prep area. The lady I adopted her from had a dog as well, and the only way to feed the kitten and be sure the kitten got to eat was to put the kitten and her food on a table. So in addition to the normal cat instinct to take over high places, she's trained to hop onto the table at meal times. It doesn't help that my mother thinks pet animals should be hand fed from her own plate at dinnertime.

However, we're not thrilled about little kitty feet on the dinner table. I've gotten very good with a squirt bottle, and will fire a few rounds into her flank before going for the ear. My mom, when she has had enough, will fire a warning shot directly in the face. I don't think it's deliberate.

Worthless Furball #2

he’s not my cat, but he is a sweetheart—a fluffy friendly kitty who doesn't like being picked up and cuddled, but will tolerate it. Better than my cat does.

Sheep-Zorro!

It was hard enough making the costume. Learning how to fight with a sword was darned near impossible. But after all that work, people insisted that it was not an “S”, it was a “5”. Heartbroken, SheepZorro disappeared. Rumor had it that he joined a monastery and donated all his wool to the poor.