My wife and I are blessed with two of the most wonderful kitties the world has ever seen.

Let's meet them!

This is Beebee. His real name is Kimba. The photograph does not do justice to his size, for Beebee is the Nero Wolfe of cats. Okay, without the keen intellect or the unaffectionate nature. Beebee's a lover, not a fighter, and is constructed rather like a medicine ball with legs.

Here he is with his daddy.

This is Mokki (pronounced "Moe-key.") She's a harder one to explain. Very affectionate sometimes, hiding from us for days on end other times, A very vocal, "talker" who makes tribble-like noises when you pat her,and purrs and leans into the patting hand.... But who runs away from the sound of a case of Hindi-Wipes opening. But,Boy, is she pretty!

Here they are together.

This is Peekle (Okay, "Pickle," but we never say it that way) a former kittie of ours who were were pleased to be able to re-adopt.Peekle has a talent. He can play dog-style fetch -- but only with a Striped Ball.

March 11, 2002: Peekle and Beebee are getting quite used to each other.

This was Star, who we recently lost to Old Age. We used to call him "Mister Needs-Attention" because if he learned of affection being given anywhere he could get to, he'd be right there to demand that he get even more for himself.

Toward the end, Star became very weak. On what turned out to be his last day, my wife found Star lying in his makeshift kitty-bed, with his head hanging over the front end, face down to the floor. She couldn't bear to leave him like that, so she improvised a pillow for him. It's the saddest, cutest picture ever.

Within three hours after this photograph was taken, Star passed away.

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