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This one is Casper, the friendly cat. And he just totally is. He's the most loving cat we've ever known, brother of Cloe. He's come into his own now and developed a cat relationship with us. He's taken to lying on my legs when I have my lounge chair foot thing up, falling asleep at times and dreaming in that cat jerking thing when they're dreaming. He doesn't meow anymore like "please can I have your attention and can you love me?". but in a "hello" meow much more relaxed.
He's on that chair here but every time I take a picture of him with a flash the flash shines off his total whiteness and makes everything else around it dark. Fuck it's just impossible! I tried to fix it but anyway, he's on my chair OK?
Last but not least we have Natasha. She's getting old now, proved by David's research the other month ringing the vet who microchiped her, at 14 cat years. In human years that's about 70. The oldest cat I've ever known (Smokey) lived to 17, or 95 as a human. So Natasha get's cold in the winter these days and camps in front of the heater.
She knows the word "heater". I'll tell her even if she's in the adjoining room "Tasha, heater!" and she'll come over as I turn it on. Interestingly Zac knows this too. Couple of days ago when he got cold with the door open I said to him "heater" and off he went to join Natasha.
So these are our three winter cats. It's raining cats and dogs outside. Even Zac/Houdini doesn't want to go out there. Ha ha. He knows which side his bread is buttered on :)
All safe and sound. And don't they now it :)