Nhazama Tribal Designs

Future cat lady? Or already there??

WARNING!! This page is all about cats. If you've no patience for them, then travel back to the Shiny Bits page. You may find that more interesting ;)

Okay, so I've got two cats, or "the boys" as I call them. Quincy (AKA The Quinster, the Quintonator, Quintorama, or occasionally butter butt) is a Persian with serious attitude. If he were human he would be James Dean, or possibly Walter Matthau.

Then there is Rutherford. He is part Maine-Coon, and part Don Knotts. He is a very skittish fella, afraid of ceiling fans and plastic bags. (And no, I've not had him in close contact with either, so don't blame me ;)

They are both from D'Arcy's ARC (Animal Rescue Center) and when I got them (within a day of each other) I had hoped they would become best buds, grooming each other and such. Not a chance. They still barely tolerate each other.

Quincy is definitely the clown of the two. There are times that I see Rutherford watching him and thinking "for the luvva Gawd man, have some dignity!" but Quince definitely struts to the beat of his own little mental drummer. He has a rather perverse fetish with any sort of tape (measuring tapes, scotch tape, duct tape, packing tape) and he's managed to get himself caught up in all of them. He also has a fixation on anything he can get inside of. (Except, of course, for any actual cats "toys" that are meant to be entered. What's the challenge in that?) I'm also embarassed to admit . . . he is currently having an elicit affair with my slippers. He will slip one paw in, then the other, then shove his whole face in. (Aaah, yes, the proud Persian breed . . . hmmm . . . not so much ;)

Rutherford is a rather docile, sweet guy that isn't very trusting of the world in general. I know a little about his history prior to coming to my home and he had been a street cat for at least two years. Because he has incredible fur, he looks much larger than he really is and I'm told by the woman that brought him into the shelter, (a wonderful lady that helps out street cats :) that he would often be just pounded on by the other cats. He truly is a lover, not a fighter, and I imagine it was a pretty tough life for him. But he is slowly learning to trust me when I pick him up (which I'd not been able to do for about the first 3 years that I'd had him) and occasionally he will venture into my screened front porch on his own. (Also something he was afraid to do.)

But they are currently the "men" in my life! I often think, God Darcy, how pathetic! But then again, I don't have to shave for them and they don't care if I wear granny panties! LOL

The following are assorted photos of "da boys" . . . (Oh, and if you are thinking "how pathetic . . . " I warned you, you should have gone back to the Shiny Bits page when you had the chance! ;)))

Each summer I get them shaved down, this year, it was time for FULL BODY MOHAWKS!! Yeehaww! LOL