Mah fuzzy hairballs...
I've had a few cats while I've been alive. 4 in total: 2 chillin' in cat heaven, 2 living and being adorable as we write / speak / whatever.

Tiger (??? - ca.1992): Lilac-point Siamese cat. He was a beautiful furball - unfortunately, he died when I was about 3 years old from jaw cancer. The kicker is, not long before, my parents had to get him a new leg due to him being a furry idiot. I've got a picture of him somewhere, and I vaguely remember patting him when I was little.

Tabby (??? - ca.2002): He was a tabby (hence his name). He was also very shy, due to him being a wild cat that my mum rescued - and that meant that only Mum was able to pat him. He died some time ago from a kidney disease (which meant he was crapping all over the house - charming!).

Roo (??? - present): He's an Abyssinian - Ocicat cross, and he's mostly AWOL, due to the other cat in the household. He's a lovely boy, when he's not outside, and enjoys being flea-combed.

Sylvie (Nov 1998 - present): My favourite wee furball. Her mum was a Siamese purebred, and her dad was a tabby tomcat - this is because mum came on heat, got shut inside, broke the cat door, cue cat sex. She's usually around the house most of the time, but occasionally brings in rodents, birds and skinks (lizards). Sylvie also bullies Roo something awful, which started from approximately the minute she set paw inside the house. She is also ickle and fuzzy and I wuv her so much!

Apologies for length. I love/d my fluffy ickle wee furballs.
(GLC, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 9:35, Reply)