Mildred is a slut, running around sticking her ass into any male's face, whether he's got nards or not. Damn cat has awakened me countless times in the last two nights, mrrowing and purruping all over the house, flailing and banging her little bones into the wood floor. (Little does she know she'll soon find herself in a trap, in a car, then under the knife. Bwahahahahaha!)
Strangely, Charley, and Smudge -- spayed -- and Skittles -- not spayed -- attack Mildred anytime they can. Strange that both "kind" of female cat would attack her.
Moosie, bless his neutered little butt, is mounting Mildred and doing what little he can to shut her up.
Richard is still sick, shitting wherever he is at the moment. He's still losing weight. He doesn't look good.
Harry's daily becoming more and more afraid of noises, quick movements, and his own shadow.
Daddy came home bloody again. I don't know where all his cuts are, but there's dried blood in his fur and now his
right ear will be scarred. He did the left last year.
Cocoa's still an evil little wench.
Toby brought in a female goldfinch a couple of nights ago. It was unharmed. I got it away from him, took it outside, and it flew away just fine. We look at Toby's mouth every time he comes into the cat door.
Petey is our new enforcer. He kicks ass and takes names out on the deck. Our biggest fighter out there is Big Charley. I think he's the one who's been beating up Daddy. Whenever Big Charley shows his face on the deck, Petey charges out the door and says "GET THE HELL OFF MY DECK!
MY DECK!" I wish Petey were around when BC's about to kick Daddy's ass.
(I'm only posting photos of Mildred, because DU hasn't seen much of her, and of my Richard because he I don't post many of him.)