Gato. Yes, this cat's name is Gato. Gato used to stay with us in Mexico. He liked the bidet - clearly. Sometimes I would turn the water on him while he was in there just to stir things up a little. Gato had a big crush on my feet. He would try to hump them while I slept. Eeew. Bad Gato.

Blackula. Black for short. Crapula when we are reminiscing about his kittnehood. The only cat I currently tolerate.

Mueller, in a rare moment when he isn't eating. Mueller is best know for clawing his way up the entire length of my body in the hopes of securing a piece of turkey for his fat self. No act like that goes unpunished - I ate the turkey before he could get there (and I am not that tall at all).

Kittygirl or Falafel Cow Kitty. I am not ashamed to say that I kick this cat whenever possible. You might think that sounds mean, but you haven't met this cat. Maybe you'd like to though. Anyone want a cat? She's, ummm, really sweet and perty too. Ha!