Mr. Fitz, the senior member of the feline firm, is an orange and white tabby gentleman, acquired after a friend's cat had kittens, and I said I'd only take one if they had an orange tom with white feet.
Fitz has definate ideas about his rights and priveledges as senior cat, and insists on his right to be snuggled at specified times, fed canned food at certain intervals, and have primary use of the chair in the good bird watching window.
Musetta is a tiny tortie with a large bad attitude. Hollowfox's kids dubbed her the hiss machine.
Grace O'Malley is a grey tabby with tufty ears, who shows every sign of becoming a huge cat. I acquired her two weeks before I moved. She is rather impressively playful. She likes to wake me up in the small hours, trilling her "wanna play?" chirp. The older cats do NOT wish to play.
Gracie was abandoned when she was perhaps a day old and bottle fed. She actually likes to be picked up and turned upside down. Of course she likes to shred your hands when you do it. But it's all good clean fun.
I've been sleeping with a cat in my bed since I was 7, and I am not really comfortable sleeping without one.