Potter
Jack
They are the sweetest boys, and I love them both to pieces. I don't know how it is that there are people who insist cats have no individual personalities. Potter and Jack are so different, and no one would mistake either of them for any of my girls. Although I am certain that Jack and Olivia, both so talkative and both such persistent wee beggars, are distant cousins, each of whom made their way to us by presenting themselves in the road.
As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.
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