I am very angry at my youngest cat right now but HAVE PICS ANYWAY.
Branwen, who resembles nothing so much as a dust mop or a brown fuzzy lump. She is six and a half and rules the roost. She's also the only declawed cat. Coincidence? Probably.
Vincent, who is nine, blind in one eye and missing one ear. He sings off-key all night and likes licking my hands endlessly.
And Rika, no relation to our resident quest guru, who is two and a half and knows no other speed than "full throttle headlong run". Related, did you know it hurts like buggery when a cat runs at full speed RIGHT into the large incision on your ankle? Well, now you do.
I swear, having these three is worse than having kids...