[EinNYC]

Here's a cat who definitely has exquisite tastes. Notice SHE is not sacked out on the floor--Kefira, formerly of the streets of Rochester. Orphaned at 1 week of age, rescued by a kindly passerby, raised to adopting age and then brought slowly to an appreciation of her life as a queen.

[Utilizer]

That is definitely one royal-looking kitteh. Thank you for the pic.

It is said that in the days of long ago, cats were regarded as gods and we mere mortal humans worshipped them and built grand temples to their greatness.

And cats have never forgotten... *grin*

[ZirconEncrustedTweezers]

Here is mine. I don't know a lot about her history, except that she was living in our yard at the time we moved into our current home in mid-2009. She had a few litters of kittens back there (at least three that I know of) and I eventually began putting food out in the hopes of socializing the kittens enough that we could find them new homes. Instead we wound up socializing their mommy!

Eventually she warmed up to us enough that she would occasionally let us pet her, and she'd sneak into the house and eat from our cat's dish if we left a door open while Apple was outside. One day my wife came home from the store and found her sleeping on our bed; apparently she had come in without my wife noticing before she left. At that point we pretty much knew we'd been chosen.

We named her Patch, and from the markings on her face it should be apparent how we came up with the name. Of all our cats (we have three, the third of which was part of the litter she was pregnant with when she adopted us), she has the most intense stare, and while she is affectionate she is definitely affectionate on her own terms. Despite all her years as a feral cat (my best estimate is that she's at least six years old), she has never bitten or scratched either of us.