Memory Lane - Cat Style

My last post was a time progression of the maturation of a human (me) and I thought since I was traveling Memory Lane I would do a post of the kitties I've had in my life.

Annie

Meet Aniak, a.k.a. Annie. She was living when I first started this blog so she is in a couple entries. My understanding she was a Russian Blue with green eyes. She was just under a year old, had previously had a litter of kittens, when we got her from her foster organization in Kodiak. She, and Chloe, moved with us from Kodiak to Florida. She was very sweet although she had short patience for combing ;)

Tally

Talalamacus, a.k.a. Tally, was a sweet, timid, but not-too-bright boy that we adopted in Kodiak after Kitty died. He was living at my vet's office after several failed adoption attempts because he was so timid. He hid a lot, especially when we added a new furry friend to our home, but would eventually get used to the change. Eventually he and Chloe became very close and he would wash her ears and face. She would  encourage it by tucking her head into him - it was bizarre. Did I mention he was a beautiful kitty with big blue eyes?

Kitty

Kitty was an entertaining cat who loved to hunt, actually kill, smaller creatures. He was what I would describe as a "bad boy" yet he loved kids and would let them carry him around holding him by the neck. Go figure. We adopted him in Anchorage, moved him and Chloe to Aniak for a couple years, before living out his final years in Kodiak. We adopted him Feline Leukemia positive so we were lucky that we had him as long as we did.

Nermal

I had Nermal when I lived in Seattle. I still argue that he was the world's cutest cat. He was a bit developmentally disabled or just punch drunk from rough housing with his Uncle Spencer from about day one when he arrived as a kitten. He was grey and white (my favorite cat colors) with gold eyes. He was a small cat.

Spencer

Spencer was my first cat. I got him from a coworker in Seattle (and later, the son of two of his litter mates, Nermal). He was a great cat with big beautiful eyes that I could not catch in a photo - he always squinted when I took his picture. He liked to play and hunt and was extremely friendly. When my neighbors would walk their dog, he would go with them. As you can see in the photo above, he worried our poor parakeet, possibly to death. After I got a divorced and would come back to visit him, he would snuggle up so tight against me and purr so hard that he drooled. Wonderful, wonderful cat that I think about often.