I heart that Cat Misty, Rikkuffx. A true FFVIII fan through and through. Your kitties are so cute. Especially the kittens. They could be on a Hallmark card.

Anyways, here we are with some updated photos:


Bizzer is the friskiest cat you'll ever meet. She's got a long story. She's about seven now. But we found her outside my house when she was 5 days old and the rest of the litter abandoned her for hours on end. Her eyes were barely opened and her hair barely grew in. At first, we named her Angel, because she was so tiny and had a cry so precious you'd have tears in your eyes. Then she grew up. She was was a tyrant, scratching everything. She hates people with glasses. She's extremely uptight- She'll be purring one minute and then before you know it, she'll scratch you the next. She slept on my bed every night until I left for college- then she retreated to my little sister's bed. I love her and I'll cry the day she dies, but she's downright mean to strangers. She's calmed down a bit since we got her a friend about 2 years ago. She never sat on laps until we got her friend, who demonstrated what it was like to be a proper cat.
Though, Fatty and Bizzer never got along. Fatty is extremely territorial because before she was given to us, she had an entire manor to herself. She hissed at the curious little Bizzer, who had never seen a kitty up close(We kept Bizzer inside because she was constantly getting attacked by raccoons because of her fragile, long build).


She's about the opposite of Bizzer, except in coat. Bizzer isn't scared. She think she's better than everyone and swats them when they come near her lair. Fatty, on the other hand is a bit timid, but you couldn't ask for a move lovable kitty. We didn't name Fatty, either. The lady who gave us to her did. Apparently, when Fatty was a little kitten, she ate and ate and ate until she was a round little fuzzball. Fatty loves people. She'll sit on your lap if you're a stranger, smell you for a bit, lick your hand and take a lil' snooze. She is a master hunter for it's worth. She catches raccoons and squirrels that are twice her size and eats them for breakfast. She leave mice, voles, and moles all over our back porch. However, she has a certain wild rabbit foe that she's tried to catch for year. It's the same rabbit with the same markings, munching on our clovers. We named the rabbit Arnold. She has yet to catch Arnold. And yet, she tries everyday, getting pounced in the face. Almost as if to tease her, Arnold remains eating our clovers, much to her despise (She wants him for breakfast).