An orange female cat is very rare, I'm told. So is a cat that says "whee!" Oh. And she also has an extra toe on a front paw and sucks her thumb, like a child. I will get photographic evidence of this, I promise.
Next up is Monster. He came into my life about a week after Whimsey the same way, someone brought him into the veterinary hospital I worked at. Here he is at El Gato Spa, otherwise known as a bathroom sink.
Monster has a thing for water, and loves splashing in his water bowl, with his face, paws, anything. He'll also do this with the toilet water.
Why are my toilet lids up, you ask?
Because Monster and Whimsey are potty trained. That's right - they use the toilet, not a litter box. We rejoiced when this transition was made successfully - we're never cleaning another litter box, huzzah!
But then came Mojo.
We met Mojo at the last apartment we had before we bought our house, in Fort Lee, NJ. He must have seen us coming a mile away. He was a stray that we fed, until he managed to injure himself somehow. Suckers (or saviors?) that we are, we took him to the vet, and $500 later, discovered that Mojo is a boy. Our neighbors had told us he was a female, so he was called Cookie for a few months. Sorry, Mojo. Lucky for us, he didn't suffer from an identity crisis over that.
At any rate, Mojo lives in our basement with his very own VIP cat door, where he can go in and out as he pleases, which he loves. He's a bit leery of the horses at this time, but hello, where are there horses in Fort Lee?
On really cold winter nights, Mojo has to stay in, and must use a litter box. Sigh. Ah well, no litter box was fun while it lasted.