6 Little Monsters

I promised photos of the kitties now that they are bigger and cuter, and here they are! They each have their own little nicknames now and defiantly all have different personalities.

This is Fluff Ball, or sometimes referred to as the Cowardly Lion. He is the biggest of the bunch. He was a bit of a loner at first, but he's getting much better. He is really soft and fuzzy.

This is Pepsi. Layla named him. I kind of feel bad for this little guy. He is the runt and used to be the biggest crybaby. He had the loudest and most pathetic meow. He also has a lazy eyes sometimes, and his tail got caught in a door, so now the end of his little tail is crooked. He is very playful and the very tip of his tail is white.

This is The Hisser. He got this name because one day he was hiding underneath the ottoman and Mike reached down to him. All of a sudden he started hissing and spitting like he was something tough. He is pretty much a loner also, but he is getting better. He has a very unique stripe pattern also.

This is Chewbacca, or Chewy. Blake named her. She was actually the first one with a name and is very sweet. I think she looks more like Yoda personally. (Yes, Blake is a Star Wars freak).

I thought I had a photo of Possum here, but turns out, this is The Hisser again, laying on top of the Fluff Ball.

This is PJ (stands for Pancake Jr. Even though she's a girl.). I think she is probably my favorite. She is very playful but also very sweet. Funny how the two non-striped ones are both females.

What our living room usually looks like:

THIS is Possum. He may not look very possum-y in this picture, but when he's sneaking through stuff, he defiantly does. He's a little skittish but also very playful and cuddly. This guy is Mike's favorite.

And for some random shots... The Hisser. Sleeping alone in the hallway while everyone else was piled up somewhere.

For awhile, they really liked piling up in my magazine crate.

Dragging out ALL the kitty toys can really tire you out...

Layla and the Chew-Bear...

Blake, the PSP and the Fluff Ball...

Mike, PJ & Fluff Ball (I think!)

Well, there they are. As much as we shouldnt have, I think we have grown pretty attached to these little guys. Lately they have all been crawling into the bed with us at night. Every time one of us wakes up, there is either a pile of kittens or a wrestling match going on. They are defiantly a form of entertainment and it will be hard to see them go!