This is Rocky. I grew up my entire life having cats and had a total of 9 before my wife and I got Rocky. I say that because having known so many different cats over the years, Rocky is hands down the sweetest, snuggliest, and friendliest with strangers cat I’ve ever had.

If he’s not curled up on one of our laps, he at least has to always be in the same room as us. If we are in different rooms in the house, it’s as though he gets conflicted and will lay in the middle of the hallway to split the difference.

He loves to be carried around as he lays straddled across your shoulders.

He used to always meet us at the door when we came home, and we would have conversations with him where we would ask him things like how his day was and what he got up to, and he would loudly meow between each question. But now he’s mostly deaf, so he is usually asleep in one of his many cardboard boxes around the house when we get home.

He’s a terrible hunter, but he usually does a pretty good job of at least finding a bug on the floor. He’ll sit there and stare intently at it (until he loses interest and walks away), which is our cue that there’s something there.

He’s a special little dude, and we love him to pieces.

Here’s my favorite picture of my old boy Kahn. I rescued him and his sister when they were itty bitty about 14 years ago. He is THE coolest cat. He has purred since the day he was born, it is nearly constant. You walk by and he flops to ask for belly rubs. He loves to have the space in between his toes massaged and will stretch his paws as wide as possible so you can really get in there.

When we got him we had three dogs. He loved them and they have since all passed. We had another dog who wasn’t with us long due to health but he loved him too. We have two new boys and it took him a second because he never had been around puppies but will curl up with them now on their bed or in front of the fireplace.

You can have conversations with him and he responds. Sometimes he is monosyllabic but will also meah back in short sentences.

He hangs out with the chickens and just chills. Such a cool cat and I will miss him when he’s gone.

I love his sister too, but she has chosen my spouse as her human and she doesn’t hang out if I’m home. She’s very stand offish and demanding. She has so many rules about who what and when she wants things and doesn’t want her time or space intruded on. as you can see on her face I am intruding on her human time.

This is Brewster, who is so demanding about being loved, and yet so particular about it. He won’t come on my lap while on the couch, or in my office chair or in the reading chair, or anywhere else.

He’ll stomp around and yell, or roll around on the floor acting cute, or start clawing whatever furniture I’m on that’s not the bed until I get into bed, and I have to be under the covers, with this particular blanket, and then he’ll let me pet him. He’s such a doofus and I love him.

She stepped on an empty food bowl this morning and spooked herself so bad she didn’t eat breakfast for 20 minutes.

That’s a kind of special right?

My cat is the very definition of a cat, totally aloof, fiercely independent, kind of an asshole. She only acknowledges my presence when she wants to eat. She loved to bait the dogs and get them in trouble for chasing her. No guests in our house have ever seen her. The only times she even allows me to pet her is when she has a mat she wants me to get out.

The only exception is with my daughter. She absolutely loves her. As long as no one else is around she will love all over her. This picture was from about 2 years ago when my daughter got a nasty cold, and she watched over her the entire time. She even turned around and yelled at me shortly after taking this picture because my daughter started having a small coughing fit.