I
never had cats until I was in my 20s. Dogs but not cats. When I got out
on my own, I realized that I couldn't walk a dog, because I have several
disabilities, so I decided cats would be a better bet. I'm so glad I did.
My cats have given me a huge amount of pleasure and love. This
is Maggie. I got her and her sister Muffy in May 1987.
Muffy and I lost her sister Maggie in December 1995. I still miss her a lot, and I'm sure that once in a while Muffy must dream about her sister, since they were littermates and had eight and a half wonderful years together. More on Maggie (under construction).
This is Muffy. She a cute, chubby lovebug, who loves to throw herself at the feet of visitors and beg for tummy rubs. Her favorite activities are eating and sleeping!

This
is Boo! This is what I call her "glamour gus" shot. On Sunday
mornings, she and Muffy and I go into our sunroom (a glass-enclosed balcony),
and I look at the Washington Post. Muffy generally naps and
Boo usually chases around the place with her toys. This was a rare,
quiet moment that I caught with my camera. American Curls are high-energy
and affectionate. If I babytalk to her across the room, she gets
one of her "happy attacks" and flops over and wriggles around right there
on the spot. She loves to fetch toy mice thrown for her, sometimes
4,280 times, or so it seems! <g> Gayle Hunter brought Boo to Muffy
and me, when Boo was 3 months old. Boo's "snob name," as I call it,
is Huntersglen Hansa, but Gayle's nicknames for her were "Hansa-Boo" or
"Iddy-Boo." Ultimately, it was the "Boo" that stuck!
More on Boo (and Muffy too!) (under construction).