Looking at my favorite pics, it seems my cats are always sleeping, and usually in weird spots.

Nermal, an orphan I bottle fed. She's a little bit evil, to everyone but me. My favorite.


Gizmo, another bottle fed orphan, lured out from under a car with chorizo. He hid under my bed for over a month, but now is the sweetest, most affectionate cat I've ever had.


Colton, adopted as a rescue, given up because of the maintenance his coat requires. Every picture I have, he's in a box, or a basket, or a bucket.


Patrick, adopted from Converse AS after a family fostered him.


Lucky, an orphan found in the engine compartment after the car had been running. (Hence the name.)