Four cats at this time.

Waylon came to us in Spring '01 with his littermate, Willie. Willie was my special buddy, but he only made it to age 4 1/2 before he succumbed to some kind of heart embolism thing.

Mona came to us through our neighbor, who got her away from a druggie niece who was abusing her, but couldn't keep her herself because her own then 20-year-old cat wouldn't stand for another cat in the house.

No pictures up of the new ones, Emmylou Hairyears ("Looloo") and Rudyard Kitt-ling ("Rudi"). They were rescued feral kittens who were fostered by a lady who did an incredible job of socializing them. Both gray and white, about 10 months old now. Rudi is a shorthair, getting very big and acts more like a Golden Retriever than any cat I've ever met - both in wanting you to throw things for him to chase, and in being terribly affectionate and generally goofy. Loo is smaller, long fluffy hair, and pretty much a slut, to the extent a neutered cat can be.

Peter.