Hi there - a warm Purrs welcome to you and your lovely furbabes. Feel free to post piccies, and to tell us about your gang of 8. How did they come to live with you, and what are their personalities like?
Sorry no pix yet. Not enough button pushing and no brains
My first two cats are recovery cats. Ray was beat up for jumping on the kitchen counters. Her punishment was a kick to the head. Her eye pupils are large and small at the same time. Willie had a broken left rear leg. Kicked when greeted someone grouchy. Willie will help any cat you bring home. Help them find all the essentials. Good guy.
My Speedy. Not the brightest like kitty. But a sweetie. You call him to, come sit. He will be happy to.
My three little kittens came when I was deciding to be married or not. I choose them. They were starving. I fed them newborn kitten formula until they said, no more. Mittens, Lucky Charms and Cazzy.
When they were older, I decided to adopt from a humane society. He was an older kitten. I thought I was going in for an older cat. He picked me! He brought in a cat cold. That is when I found out vets around here are no help! I healed him through pure lucky and logic. I won't say how. Most folk don't like me saying it. Peanut Butter came with his name.
Cowboy. My only kitten I when to a pet store to get. I plan on him being my last. Last until I find someone else needing help. I won't turn away from any cat crossing my path.
Below is my Mittens and his brother Cazzy behind.