Joaquin came from a Tucson apartment and fell into his mommy's life because she wanted a pet.  He got his name because his mommy was watching Gladiator.  Joaquin moved to Flagstaff with his mommy to live with his grandparents.  There he was very happy since they lived near the forests and he could wander their two acres of tall grasses.  He was a great mouser and helped kill any creepy-crawly that found their way into the house.  Besides bugs he has a baby prairie dog, a mole, and a lizard to his list of conquests.  Joaquin loves to be cuddled like a baby and have his tummy exposed and rubbed.  Other than that he likes the bed when it is freshly made and will stay there until nightfall.  Joaquin also likes to show who's the boss by literally punching the other cats and his mommy.   We call it a pimp-smack.

Bella came from a no-kill shelter because her daddy wanted a pet to keep him company.  I was the only one who ran to him in a room full of cats.  Momma liked me because I was a Halloween cat and looked exotic like a Bombay.  The shelter told them I was born feral and had my ear nipped so when I was released back to the streets they knew I was spayed.  Lucky me they decided to keep me and I was able to work my charm on my now Daddy and Mommy.  I love deli ham and can hear my parents make a sandwich a mile away.  I know when momma makes a tuna salad and I even took fish sticks and chicken tenders off the stove.  I am only nine pounds and my parents often wonder if i am gonna stop looking like a kitten.  I am a fool for rattly mouseys with leather tails.  I felt like my life ended when they stopped making the mouseys.  If anyone knows how to get them PLEASE tell my momma ASAP.  I love playing fetch with them and throwing them at my momma's face at 5 in the morning while she is sleeping.

Hi I'm Zoe, my momma wanted to name me Chloe but daddy wanted Gizmo so Zoe's my name.  I am hyper and bubbly but when my batteries run low I will snore.  I am lucky because my parents weren't looking for a cat they just wanted more food at the Petsmart.  They saw the foster cats on display and I was eager to crawl all over my daddy.  They liked my distinct markings and my baby mew's.  Mommy and Daddy were hooked.  Momma was afraid to mingle me with the other two but I ran out of the bedroom and bumped into them face first.  Fearless or stupid, either way I am still alive :P  It took awhile for them to warm up to me since I had boundless energy and all they wanted to do was sleep.  They tolerate me to this day but I'll win them over.  I like water sprinkles and to play fetch.  Does anyone have a laser light?