Bailey--My first cat. He was as sweet as can be, but terrified of everything from thunder storms to strangers to helium-filled balloons. Bailey was smart. He could even understand the word "treat" if you spelled it out. He also knew exactly when I needed some cuddling and was all too happy to give it. I've never found a more perfect cat, but I keep looking.

Dakota--She's the newest addition to the cat house. Dakota's mama-cat abandoned her on the day she was born. Some kind humans took her in and cleaned the after-birth off of her, and started bottle-feeding her. After two weeks, she came to live with me. She's got four white "socks" and a personality far bigger than her three or so pounds indicate.

Kiki--Shiny, black, broken-tailed cat. Kiki is a helper cat if ever I've met one. She "helps" everyone in the kitchen, "helps" them walk down the hall, "helps" them flush the toilet. IN other words, any time you don't want a cat underfoot, you can count on Kiki being there. She came to us as a cute little scruffy kitten with a twice-broken tail, and hasn't changed much in the years since.

Nikki--What a character! She was always into something, and usually never something you wanted her to be into. Nikki was a one-person cat, and I was her one person. To everyone else, she was pretty hateful. Sadly, we had to find her a one-person home, since mine was not. I miss her, but she's in a better place, now.