Hi, I'm Brownie. I'm #1! I am the most talented cat in my family. I can do anything and always find new and exciting heights to climb up onto. None of the other cats can climb trees like I can. When we first met the humans who were to become our servants, I was the goodwill ambassador of the family because I'm not afraid of anything. I'm also the House Security Guard. I make rounds all day around the property making sure everything's in order. But sometimes I have abandonment issues. :( I can't stand it if you close a door and leave me. I will meow and meow and cry and cry until the door opens and you come back. (I've been getting better about this in the house. I'm starting to learn that they usually come back). Whenever my humans leave in the car, I always sit in the flowerpot by the driveway and wait patiently until they come back. I like to relax high up off the ground. I can usually be found up on the roof or on one of the high posts (no one else can get up there but me!) That way I can see everything. I have to know what's going on at all times when I'm outside.  Even when I'm sleeping at night, I sleep on the roof!  That's why whenever I get to relax in the house, I konk out and sleep like a log. Sometimes when I'm this relaxed, I'll let the humans pet me, but otherwise, no way! My sister Snowy would disagree, but some say I have the prettiest blue eyes of any cat. They say I'm a pretty girl, but I consider myself more of a tomboy.

My name is Whitefoot because I have white toes on my two back feet. Otherwise I'm mostly black but with 3 white patches on my front. I am the cutest kitty in my family. I look like a kitten, but I am a grown cat. I had an accident and broke my hip and had to have the ball removed from my hip socket. The doctor said if I didn't have that surgery, I would develop arthritis in my hip and have to live with pain, but now it just feels like I'm "walking on sand". I have a wee little bit of a limp, but that doesn't stop me from jumping up high and doing everything any other cat can do. After my accident, I had to live inside with the humans for 3 months (they gave me this great stuff called Metacam), and that's where I learned about how awesome it is to get petted! I can't believe my other dumb sisters and brother won't let the humans pet them! They don't know what they're missin'! I love being pet so much in fact, that the big human (the quiet one) calls me a "pet terrorist". If I'm inside the house and he's sitting on the couch, I will rub up against his hand like crazy and he has to pet me for hours! If he refuses, I will shred their nice couch with my claws! I will not be ignored!! I have a soft bed I like to sleep on inside the house and I always try to find a window to look out of if I'm stuck inside during the day. I like to spend my days outdoors and most nights in. Sometimes I get restless at night and walk around mewing and asking questions, trying to figure out what the smaller human who's always wandering around the house is up to. I have kind of an attitude when I get fidgety. I'm a sweet kitty, but sometimes I just gotta do things MY way. They have all these rules in the house about "What I Can and Can't" climb up onto. And I'm all like,, "just watch me". Who do they think they are anyway? Yeesh.

My name is Biggie because I am the biggest kitty in my family. I'm also the only boy. I look huge next to my tiny little black sisters. But even though I look big and tough, I'm really the biggest scaredy-cat of all. I just can't relax at the foodbowl because I think everyone is after me and my food! I'm not much of a homebody - I usually only make one or two appearances a day by the foodbowl, in the afternoons or early evenings just before the sun goes down. The rest of the time, I'm hanging out in my secret spot, hiding from the rest of the world. But whenever I see the humans come out into the backyard to greet me, I get very excited and throw myself down at their feet (not too close) and roll around on my back. I really want them to rub my belly, but I'm so confused! I always thought you weren't supposed to trust people, but these folks seem so nice! They always bring me food and talk to me in a high-pitched voice.. I think they like me!?? I like to talk to them a lot whenever we meet. I have a lot to say and I have the squeakiest little voice of all the cats. Even though I'm a big ol' dude, I have a tiny little voice that make the humans laugh whenever I'm talking. The lady human says I have the prettiest bright eyes and I look very healthy! She also says I'm kind of a big nerd-cat. What's a nerd? Is it like someone who makes profiles of all their cats on mycatspace.com?

I'm Nipsey. I got my name the day Nipsey Russell died, as a tribute to him. I don't who that guy is, but my human people really like him or something. I am crazy. I'm also tiny. I'm my human grandma's favorite because I'm so little and cute, and my big eyes are so adorable. But she doesn't know what a psycho I am! I have a crazed look in my eye like Charles Manson! All I know is that I want to attack the people through the window when they put their finger up by where I'm sitting in the windowsill! I'm totally nuts!!

When I was younger I always stayed close to home. I used to play with my sister Brownie in the mornings and take long naps all day in the grass. I am a night-owl. When all the other cats are sleeping late at night, I'm up, in the window, looking at the humans and wondering what they're up to. I like to play with them through the glass! I will eat their fingers! I'm crazy!

But when I got older, I started to rebel more. I usually go out on my own all day and only stick around the house at night for dinner. I gave everybody a big scare when I ran away from home around Halloween last year. I disappeared for 3 months! I was just down the street on the next block over, hanging out with the cats over there. Someone was feeding me, but not as well as my real family fed me, because when I came back I was skinny and scared. Before I left, the humans were making fun of me because I had gotten so fat. I can't help it, I have short legs! That's why I have a funny way of sitting with my chest sticking out like Napoleon. I inherited my short little legs from my mother. Anyway, the lady human thought for sure I was gone forever, but the big hairy one had faith I'd come back, and thank god he was right! My family is so happy to have me back, they love me so much. I always make them laugh, they say I'm the funny one.