I have two:
Tubby is a 3 year old gray tabby and Turbo is a 2 year old tuxedo. They are brother and sister. They are both very fluffy and keep my vaccuum cleaner working hard.
I have two–a 14 1/2 year old seal point Siamese named Squirt, and a 6 year old tuxedo short hair named Jack. Squirt had to have most of her teeth pulled (tho she doesn’t seem to miss them) and she’s starting to go blind (tho that doesn’t seem to bother her either) and she’s the sweetest cat in the universe. We call her “The Love Sponge” because she can’t pass up a lap, and if my husband and I are sitting close enough to each other, she will make sure she’s touching both of us. We also call her “Antaeus Cat” because she gets her strength by staying in contact with the couch or bed (even when she’s on a lap, she reaches down a paw to touch the surface) like Antaeus got his strength from touching the earth.
Jack thinks he’s still a kitten and he runs around the apartment, crashing into things and generally having a great time. He’s a great mouser, except that he refuses to kill them and would rather chase them around the house, pick them up in his mouth, drop them and then watch them run away, so he can chase them some other time. This really sucks, especially when they die under furniture. My husband calls him “Stupid Cat.” He hates laps, but loves to snuggle close to people he likes.
I have two cats.
Orion is about 2 1/2 years old. I got him from a friend who rescued him and two of his siblings from a basement after their owners moved and abandoned them. He’s black except for a spot of white on this throat and another between his hind legs.
Squeaky is about 9 1/2 years old. I found him on our lawn after his mother disappeared. I don’t know if she had other kittens; she probably did and he was probably the only one that made it away from the nest where we could find him. But I try not to think about that. He’s fluffy and grey and white. I think he’s part Maine Coon cat; he has the heavy body, long hair, big feet, tufted toes, and temperament that I’ve read Main Coons are supposed to have.
You can see pictures of my boys, plus past pets, at http://members.aol.com/gr8kat1/KatGen/pets.htm
These are my two: Socks and Alegre. Socks is deceptively fluffy-looking, but he’ll take your arm off if you cross him. He’s kind of Manx-like, with a squat, back-heavy body and a little fixed stub of a tail. Alegre is almost 16, and he’s in amazingly good health after having survived a life-threatening illness three years ago. I spoil him rotten and let him sleep on my face because I feel lucky he’s still with us at all.
And although these aren’t cats, they’re members of the family too: Weaver and I think some of you may remember Golden - this time sans duct tape.
Kobii, thirteen year old Seal Point Siamese, has asked me inform you that when you start a thread about “Who owns a person” she will be happy to post.
Scotti
BunnyGirl, I live here.
I just want to say I’ve really enjoyed hearing about and looking at everybody’s cat pictures! Now my dogs are making me feel guilty because I don’t have their web pages up yet…
My cat, Dammit, is 5 years old. He was the kitten of one of the many feral cats running around Oahu and I managed to capture him when he was a few months old.
Since then that free cat has cost me (excluding cat food) someplace in the neighborhood of $300 :eek: 
I have two littermate brothers - Pooka and Goblin. They are 10 year old verrrry dilute orange tabbies, both about 14lbs each. I can’t find the pic of them I was going to scan. 
OK, let’s see if this works… try:
Hopefully, that should work. It’s pics of Frankie with my crappy little digi cam.
I used to have a cat. And then I went to work one night, came home, and my mom had given him away. I miss my Simon kitty.
That’s ok…we bought a bunny rabbit to get back at her last month!
I have two cats, one Siamese tabby-point named Saffron [you can see her on my site, in the art section] and a plain tabby named Rosie. Of course saffron is the spoilt brat of the household cuz she’s just so gosh-darn cute.
Actually, to save all of you the trouble of hunting through my site for pics of Saffron, here are two: here and here
I have the three most wonderful, sweetest, smartest, most beautiful babies in the world: Pippa, Ruby, and Hector Pagoda. Pippa is a fluffy tuxedo with half a white lip – she’s my puff of fluffy lumps. Ruby is my little cuddler – a genuine lap kitty who LOVES everyone and loves to cuddle - forget about having an empty lap when she’s around. I got her at the Animal Rescue League but she obviously came from a happy home and never had to worry where her food was coming from – she is one secure and contented cat. Hector Pagoda is my clover man – a black & white piebald who loves to be up high and make flying leaps 8 feet from the top of a bookcase onto my bed. Pippa and Hector were both feral – wild spitting hellions whom I brought in and tamed – and are from the same parents but different litters.
I miss them - it’s been 4 whole hours!
Another 2-cat house here.
Both of ours are from the shelter, not littermates, but both were part of unwanted litters.
One (Salem, all black) has that snooty “cattitude” down pat, but the other one (Heifer, black and white spotted like a cow, and nearly as big as a cow) thinks he is a dog. He loves to roll on his back and have his belly scratched, will come running when you call him…he’s a little goofy.
I have a five year-old, 16 pound grey/white tiger (with white “eyeliner” outlining his expressive eyes) named Mr. Bean. He’s my sweet baby [said in my best baby voice].
Turn ons: sleeping, eating, whining, rubbing up against black clothing, sleeping on paper and in boxes that are too small for his fat tush, catnip, bottle caps, staring at newcomers and freaking them out.
Turn offs: being alone, plastic bags, not being the center of attention, the smell of beer, other cats, dogs, being startled, not getting treats on demand.
I own one cat, four years old. And that’s enough (said in the most loving yet exaperated manner possible).
HyperKitty is her code name. I named her Mud, since she looks like a black cat covered in dried mud. She was a gift from the landlady - HK’s mommy was the neighborhood tramp, and my landlady adopted the mommy (beautiful Russian Blue stray) who then 3 weeks later gave birth to 10 kittens, none of which looked like mom and were all ‘paired off’ – 2 tortoise (one of which was HK, 2 solid black, 2 tabbies, 2 long-haired something-or-others, and 2 calicos. I got $100 off that month’s rent if I took HK, so my landlady didn’t have to take the cats to the Humane Society (and I didn’t have to pay a cat deposit!).
Needless to say, HK is hyper, bounding about the room at the most inopportune moments (her aerobics class is at 4 a.m., whether she needs to excercise or not). Psychic, to, since the only time she will sit on my lap or lie on my chest is the exact moment that I decide I really need to get up to go to the bathroom. Hates baths but loves to listen to the shower run and the toilet flush (experiments with jiggling the handle, too). Has learned to turn off the lights by leaping and hitting the switch, especially when she decides it’s time for me to go to bed. Boneless, too: she will flop onto her side from a full standing position, almost like one of those fainting goats. Not too demanding offood, except when I am eating chicken, tuna, steak, spaghetti, mushrooms, or any of the major food groups.
I stand corrected. I am owned by one cat.
Trouble is an 11 year-old neutered male. He’s the grumpy old man, who thinks I’m his mom, and his alone.
Molly and Punkin are almost 2 years old. Molly is the calico and she is very small and sweet, but independent. Punkin is a big boy and loves to cuddle.
Currently I am owned by a fourteen and a half pound Bengal (it’s a fairly recent breed, lotsa sites out there, run a search yourselves dammit! g) who we rescued from a pet store as a kitten. I’m not entirely sure what variant he is, but he looks much like a small snow leopard, with the most AMAZING ice blue eyes I have ever seen on any mammal. His markings are mostly gray, some brown, stripes and spots on his belly. Don’t EVER pet the belly, no matter how appealing it is. I usually call him Fatcat, but his name is actually Cloud. Sometimes “Muffin” because he is the most un-Muffin-like cat I have ever had the privilege of living with.
He’s pretty rambunctious but we have fun. Right now he is in the process of training me to move out of my computer chair because he has decided it is his whether I am in it or not. So I have a large, warm, furry backrest. It’s sort of nice, actually.