Okay, you asked for it. Here's the story:
From youngest to oldest.
Pic #1. My little peanut Dyna as a tiny kitten the night I adopted her. She was about 2 1/2 months old. Her owner abandoned her and the people taking care of her had to get rid of her that night or face eviction. It was either me or the pound. I couldn't say no.
Pic #2. Dyna playing peek-a-boo.
Pic #3. My baby Marilyn at 1 year old. So pretty. She's my little shadow who gives lots of kisses and gets very jealous if I pay attention to anyone else. (She also likes spankings... don't ask.)
Pic #4. Marilyn being sleepy and snuggly.
Pic #5. My buddy Puck on his first night with me. About a year old. He's a late generation bengal (though he acts full blooded). He spent the first year of his life as a stray, no shots, not neutered, and he definitely killed other cats in his past just to survive. (We were living in the middle of an over developed city, so nothing for him to hunt. He could only scavenge and compete with other strays.) He wandered into my garage that January night freezing and starving. You can see some of his whiskers had snapped right off from malnourishment. I kept him in the garage temporarily with the wood stove and I'd spend the nights with him, just until he got his shots and was neutered. Then the real work began... rehabilitation. He was dangerously violent to the other cats for a while, literally trying to kill them, and I had to keep them separated, but eventually he calmed down. This picture is of him settling down on that first night in his new bed I'd made for him in the garage. He was so happy to finally be safe and loved.
Pic #6. Puck being cute and playful.
Pic #7. Puck being scary. (It's a grainy photo but I think it's hilarious.)
Pic #8. The first time Puck didn't attack Marilyn but played with her instead, and she decided to stayed with him that night. It was the first time I didn't keep them separated. The next morning I woke up to them cuddling and bathing each other. Another grainy photo but it's such a beautiful moment. They've been inseparable ever since. They love each other so much.
Pic #9. This is Mama. 3 years old. Her name was Cyr but she didn't like it. She had kittens before I adopted her, and she only responded to Mama. So that's her name now.
Pic #10. Mama being weird.
These were all pictures from roughly 11 years ago. Now I mostly have videos. Dyna is now 10. Marilyn and Puck are both 12. Mama is 15.
