I've shown you copious pictures of our kittens, but we actually have three other cats. (Yes, I am the crazy cat lady). It's not as bad as it sounds; two of them live out in the sunroom, by preference, and go in and out pretty much at will through a window we leave cracked open for them. And the other one is older and sedentary, so she's pretty mellow and low maintenance.
So, here are the other three felines in the Graves household.
This is Sabrina. Or Tatertot. Or TayTay. (Our cats tend to get multiple names). She's my sister's cat, a fat and temperamental calico.
This is Tabitha, aka Tassa, aka Big Fluff (which is my name for her). She's a Persian mix calico, the older, more sedentary cat I mentioned.
And finally, here's my Sophie (aka Sophia or Little Fluff), the long-haired tortoiseshell.
She was a feral kitten I found, brought home and tamed. She had two brothers, Oscar and Toby. Oscar we had to have euthanized when he got very sick and was diagnosed with feline leukemia. Since the vet was pretty sure, at his young age, he must have gotten it from his mother, we were terrified the other two kittens would be positive for the disease as well, but they both tested clean.
A few years later, Toby disappeared, and since he liked to explore the woods across the street from our house, and we later learned coyotes roam those woods, we sort of figure the worst happened. Sophie wasn't quite as much of a wanderer as her brother and she's still kicking.
In the photo below, she's terribly annoyed because out of frame, the kittens are playing on the shelf below where she sits.
And I included a second picture because it's a better view of her pretty green eyes.
So, there you go. My other cats. Pretty bunch, aren't they?