Breed: Gray Tabby

Spike was purchased from our vet, shortly after she found him abandoned in the bushes by her apartment, as a companion for my older kitty, Sir Toffles, because other than our dogs and myself, his only source of company was Emerald, my mom's ten year old cat who, though she is six pounds, is one of the most evil beings I have ever met.

Although shy around the massive orange tabby at first, Spike quickly grew fond of his 'big brother' and did his job as a companion well -- and more, he became Toffles' own personal guard dog and guardian angel. At just a couple months old, he was already following Toffy around the neighborhood and defending him from offending cats and dogs.

At just four months old, Spikey managed to get his claw stuck in the eyelid of a very large long-haired white cat that tried to harm Toffles, and at about half a year old, Spikey literally used his teeth and pierced the lip of our neighbor's cat-aggressive labrador mix when it got out of their yard and tried to pin Toffles to the ground -- both times saving Toffles a lot of pain, and even possibly death from a seventy pound feline-hating dog.

Spike has been Toffles' best friend their whole lives, and as two males, I figured they might fight, but although Toffles is extremely submissive and wouldn't harm a fly, Spike has always respected and loved him as his 'big brother'.

His biggest pain in the neck would have to be Cinder and Trinity, the two new girls in the house. Toffles loves both of them, but Spike simply can't understand why. He has always hated Cinder, even though he is one of the few cats she absolutely loves. A couple months later, Trinity showed up, and even though she was only a couple pounds compared to his eighteen, she would chase him around and smack him in the face if he didn't run. Now she has decided she rather likes him, though he'll still cower and flee when she decides she's going to follow him around. He has been playfully nicknamed "Trinity's Boyfriend" and if you call him this, he will generally give you a stern, mature look, clearly saying "mind your own business." XD

-Update-

I haven't come on here in a while. I don't think I could have physically come on here and told anyone what happened, but..a few months ago, before last halloween of 2007, I found Spike, my baby, dead on the side of the road. He was next to a four foot tall wooden fence, and he was actually thrown out /toward/ the road.

For him to have been lying like that..whatever heartless jerk that hit him would have had to have swerved out at him and then back toward the road, meaning they'd have had to chase after him, or he'd have been thrown into the road. He hadn't moved after he died..half of his face was torn off from the gravel and he was lying in a puddle of his own blood.

He didn't move after he was hit..so..at least I have the comfort of knowing that it was quick, but it just makes me seriously angry to know that /anyone/ can purposely chase after someone's beloved pet and family member to try and run them over for fun, simply because, as this is an animal and not a human, they know they can get away with it.

I miss my 'puppy' more than anything..I wish he had gotten to live out more of his life, and I hope whoever took his life gets what's coming to them..but more than anything, please, everyone else..I hope you never have to go through this, and please, do anything in your power to avoid animals on the road..

Breed: Tortoise Shell Calico

Cinder was purchased at a yardsale. I had originally went to the fairground sale with my mom in the hopes of picking up a few neat trinkets, and instead came home with a new kitten.

The people selling her said they had found an entire litter that was abandoned by their mother. She was one the second-smallest, and the only Tortie. The rest were all Orange and Gray tabbies, along with a black and white shorthair and a gray and white longhair.

It was later this day that I originally injured my ankle which would eventually need surgery, and slightly because of this little girl.

No, I didn't trip on her -- I was trying to chase down my friend's beagles once they had gotten out of her house, and upon slipping off of a curb in the process, tried to avoid landing on the tiny kitten in my arm and managed to twist it halfway around -- still, little Cinny remained unharmed.

It took her a total of nine months before I could coax her out of my room, and now she still doesn't leave the house, even though she has full ability to.

This cat is the most lovable, affectionate and sweetest animal you will ever find -- until you get her angry. It usually takes a lot, but once you manage to tick her off, you wouldn't know she's a tame cat. Her temper is unrivaled, even by Emerald, my mom's cat who is outright satanic. Still, despite the occasional outbursts, Cinder is an absolutely shy little lovebug. XD

Breed: Blue or Seal(?) Tabby-Point Siamese

Trinity was adopted shortly after I got Cinder. I hadn't even planned on getting another cat, but once I found this little Tabby-Point Siamese, I couldn't turn her away. It took us several hours after bathing and brushing her, just to get off the mass amounts of fleas with tweezers. We plucked off and killed over a hundred and fifty -- she was covered, and extremely weak and frail from the blood loss and lack of food over the days she had to fend for herself.

By the time she was beginning to feel better after being fattened up and cared for, her true personality began to show more, and that was about the time it took her and her 'big sister' Cinder to become best friends, shortly before she got over her fear of most other cats.

It is because of Trinny that Cinder will even leave my room at all. They are very close to the same age, and although Trinity is far more outgoing than her smaller, heavier and shyer sister, the two couldn't be closer. They love to chase each other around my room and have play-arguments over the catnip toys.