A Nice Night

You know what makes for a nice night?

Sitting outside surfing the web while one of your cats sleeps on her little chair next to the front door. THAT is a good night.

Did you know all of our cats have MySpace pages? You do now.

Come. Meet the furballs:

Elua (We call him Little Wonka) - his name's Hawaiian for "Second". Found him at a local pet store. My wife took pity on him because, in a cage full of hyper, playful cats, he slept forlornly in the corner. The second we left the pet store, he perked up, making us realize we had been duped. Link

Ku'ulani (however, she's the Bahby Girl to us) - her name's Hawaiian for "My Heaven". She joined us from a local animal shelter. We didn't choose her. She chose us. (Huh? You ask). Have you ever gone to an animal shelter and visited the cat room? All the cats stare at you with wide, fearful eyes. Not her. She rubbed against the bars, purring. She knew we had finally arrived to pick her up. Link

Fluffy - black as midnight. Gay as West Hollywood. Yes, he's a gay cat. With a voracious appetite. He's eaten everything from beef (no surprise), to salad (a little surprised), to tortilla chips (okay, that was a surprise). Link

Millie - a muted Calico. In other words, she has normal Calico markings but instead of bold blacks, oranges, and whites, she's full of greys, beiges, and whites. She's just an odd cat. Probably dropped on her head as a kitten while we weren't looking. Runs and hides for no reason and loves to stare at the ceiling. Link