Bongo is a Basenji/English Pointer cross. His humongous ears are his biggest asset. They make every female-anything swoon on the spot (forget peaceful walks when people are around!). He loves to dig huge holes, and be with his people (whom he adores). He is 60lbs of laughing energy, is slowly chewing our back porch to the ground, loves to run and drives Daniel crazy. He joined us in June of this year, and is approximately a year old.
Isabella the Imp came along in July. She's a Snow Bengal & comes from a succession of homes where life was not so good for her. She's probably 2 years old. She looks innocently sweet- but she opens all of the cupboards, sorts through all of the contents, steals all of the toys, and pokes at the other cats until a raging brawl occurs and threatens to tear the house apart...but she is of course above reproach in all things.
Polaris a Korat, and the Queen of our Castle. She maintains her rule with an iron paw. The only thing she is afraid of is the rabbit (go figure- but the rabbit gave her a good reason!). We got her when she was a wee 6-wk-old kitten, and named her "Polaris" after she dove into a bowl of carrots & snatched one away for her dinner, snarling & growling. Polaris means "Spirit of the Bear" and is another name for the North Star. She's now 2 years old.
Sherman was a stray found huddled in the woods at my parents. We think he's a Russian Blue, and about 1 1/2 years old. His one goal in his new life with us is to love and be loved...oh yeah, and spend as much time as possible sleeping on something soft & cozey. Life in the woods was terribly traumatic, and he never wants to go outside again. He earned the name "Sherman" because he is, as Daniel says, like a Panzer Tank...Panzer didn't quite fit, and since he's an American cat he was named after the American tank "Sherman".
Serengeti is a Bengal cat like Isabella. The breed is a direct decendant of a wild cat breed which is found in Africa/India/etc. He is special, and he is quite sure of it! Every night he "kills" his toys & brings them to our bedroom loudly proclaiming his superior hunting skills...and then he curls up on the bed & purrs contentedly for the rest of the night. He is 1 1/2 yrs old, and can jump 7' straight up. He views his greatest personal accomplishment as being the time he nearly killed the duck (ran out the door & pounced) that is twice as big as him. Well, he thinks he nearly killed the duck- really the duck just lost two feathers & some dignity.
There are several more critters that live in various corners of our home & yard, but the introductions will have to come at a later date when I have photos...
More soon!
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