On to the cats. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't introduce our late Dami-cat. My wife had him before we met. He tried to brain me with a potted plant by dropping it on me when I was housesitting soon after we got together. I was amused but I always got the feeling he was waiting for me to take my revenge. He got diabetes and despite all our efforts we lost him in the end. He passed in my lap late one night. You'll see him above in the picture with Kitsune, sitting by the heater.
Now we've got Bastion, Deja, and Sterling. Bastion chose me the moment we went to see him as a kitten. He's a weird cat, but not quite near as weird as Sterling. Deja's a long-hair, which means he's a 24/7 cuddle. And more or less a normal cat. Bastion, on the other hand, acts as though he thinks he's a dog. He comes when he's called--every time--and actually does what he's told most of the time. He also likes to close the door and lock himself in the bedroom--and then bitch about it. And he doesn't like wet cat food. Dry only, thank you very much.
Sterling has a fascination for water. Flushing the toilet or running a bath will bring him straight away. He's thrown himself in the bathtub more than once without first checking if there's water in it. He's not so weird that he actually likes getting wet. But he likes playing in the bathtub right after it's drained. Apparently he enjoys wet feet.
He's a polydactal. Six-toed cat. Into everything. He likes finding bits of plastic and dragging them out of various places to play with them.
Which leaves us with Deja. He's just a sweetheart. Who doesn't eat nearly enough. He's all fur. Bastion, like Dami before him, is a brick with legs. Deja is like a big fluffball with no substance. He's taken Dami's place as Mom's cat.