Introducing Anne Bonny & Mary Read

Previously known as The Two Black Kitties.

The poll pretty much split amongst three names, with Anne Bonny & Mary Read second, and Thelma & Louise first.

There were a lot good of suggestions from the comments, and I thought about having another poll with them added, but finally decided that enough was enough. I really didn't like Thelma and Louise very much, and thought Anne Bonny and Mary Read were more interesting names, at least to me, so here are:

Anne Bonny
Mary Read

For anyone interested in more information about Anne Bonny & Mary Read the 18th Century pirates, check any of these links:
http://www.jamaica-gleaner.com/pages/history/story0024.html
http://www.beaglebay.com/women_pirates.htm#Mary%20Read
http://www.beaglebay.com/women_pirates.htm#Ann%20Bonny
http://www.piratesinfo.com/biography/biography.php
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Cat Born Without Eyes And Teeth

We vowed that we would quit reposting articles from Itchmo. If you've been reading our efforts very long, you already know all about them, and us reposting the information is a waste of everyone's time. If you aren't interested in Itchmo's posts, you likely aren't reading us either. Either way, there's no point.

But, dang...

Max, an orange tabby, looks and acts like any normal cat. He grooms himself, tries to get attention from humans, and in general, is a curious cat. And he rules the roost at the Best Friends Animal Clinic in Oregon.

But up close, people who meet Max see that this cat is a bit different. He was born without eyes and teeth.

Max lives in Oregon, and seems almost disturbingly happy.

Via an Itchmo post.

Allie

The Food Source is spending all his time calling Iowa Telecom trying to find out why downloading web pages is so unreliable, and reading blogs whenever things are working for a moment.

I spend most of the day lying on the computer table, so I decided to introduce myself.

Long ago, in a galaxy far far away (New Jersey, 1998), I was sitting in a cage in Petsmart. I was tired of that life. So when the guy who became my Food Source started looking in the window, I decided I was going home with him.

So I stared at him, thinking "take me home", "take me home", "take me home". I don't think he got it.

He kept checking out other kitties. I kept staring at him, thinking "take me home".

Eventually, it started to work. He started talking to me, and opened my cage. I hopped out of his arms, and dashed under the row of cages.

Hey, I was thinking "take me home", not "touch me".

Eventually he came back and put me in a little mobile cage, and took me home. The bad news is he took one of the other cats, too. A big, pushy white tom cat that insists on being the center of attention all the time.

But I eat well and regularly, the litter box is usually clean, and there are lots of places to sleep in the sun, so it's a tolerable life.

Sleeping in her favorite box

Sleeping on Mom's bed

OK, what do you want?

Radcliff

Hi. Sorry I've taken so long to post again. I tried to write a nice story introducing Radcliff to the world, but the drafts didn't even interest me. So I decided to spend a few days uploading pictures to Flickr and setting up Catster pages while I waited for a brilliant idea to surface.

I'm still waiting.

So I decided to mimic the Thursday Thirteen idea, and just list a bunch of interest things about Radcliff.

• I was in New Jersey when I went into the local Petsmart looking for a new cat companion. Most Petsmart's link up with a local shelter, in this case one called The Animal Orphanage, to find homes for animals.
• The original plan was to get two cats that were litter mates, or at least already buddies. That way they could keep each other company when I was working or otherwise gone. The shelter did not have any paired cats, so I just picked two kitties more or less at random, and hoped for the best. Radcliff was one of the kitties I selected.

• Radcliff is a large, almost all white tomcat. I don't know if it can be seen on the photos, but there are a handful of dark hairs scattered around on the top of his head, above his eyes. There are also some dark hairs on his tail, about 2/3 of the way toward the end. (I don't have any pictures that show his tail, so you'll just have to take my word on that) He also has a black spot on the tip of his nose.
• The first time I noticed the black spot on his nose, I spent about ten minutes trying to wipe it off. He sleeps under the car, so he tends to collect dirt and oil on his back. I thought he had stuck his nose into a grease spot.
  

• Radcliff is the most easy going, laid back cat I've ever met. Most of the time, his purr is louder than his meow.
  
• He requires a certain daily minimum of head-rubbing and general attention. If I short him attention, he will tolerate it for a day or two. If things go any further than that, he wakes me up in the middle of the night to make up the difference.
• The main problem in his life is all these other cats that keep showing up in his house. Radcliff has spent the last eight years explaining to Allie and Luna that they don't live here, and need to leave. He's still sulking a little over Ozzie moving in this summer.

My First Post

Actually, the title pretty much says it all. (you have to start somewhere...)

After spending several weeks reading various blogs on the Cat Blogosphere, I finally decided to start my own addition to the ever-increasing hoard. The plan is for me to supply the first few posts, introducing the cast of characters. After that, with luck, I'll be able to hand the blog over to the kitties.

I'm still feeling my way, so everything is subject to change.