Handsome and pretty kitties. Squeeee!!
You realise, Spoons, that now I have to get a digital camera, right? And a cat?
Damn…we have one of those, too. Scraps is a gray-and-peach calico that I like to say is our little Pheobe Buffay. She’s not really dumb, as such. It’s just that her world-view seems to be kind of…on an angle, compared to reality…
Does anyone mind if I show off pictures of my cats? The young one named Tommy was born feral, I adopted him out, then the folks who took him brought him back. I’ve fallen in love and will keep him. I’m also going to rename him, as I always wanted to name a cat Attila. Tobermory was also abandoned, at a little under three years, he’s over eleven now. And Vladimir is thirteen or more, I adopted him from a friend who was going through some hard times.
That was kinda the point, ya know? 
Oh how they grow!
Now, just Havoc fits.
Stripes is a cutie. Keep us posted with pics as he aclimates to his new digs.
Oh, silenus, I’m disappointed–first link doesn’t work!
Baker, great looking cats! Tommy is a cutie; I don’t know how you could ever try to adopt him out. Silenus, they do grow bigger and out of places, but do they still curl up together? And Sunspace, yes, you do need a cat. The cat will give you a good excuse to get the camera!
We “introduced” Fiona to Stripe last night. I’m using the scary quotes, because they didn’t really meet–Fiona came down to the basement though, with us, when we watched TV. Stripe was hiding under the sofa bed.
We chose Fiona for this little experiment, as she knows Stripe from his backyard days, when she and he would look at each other through the patio door, and paw at the glass at each other. She also has a very calm demeanour; very little bothers her, and if Stripe got upset, she’d just say the cat equivalent of “meh” and move on.
As things went, there was no problem. Fiona noticed that something was diferent, and spent a great deal of time sniffing around Stripe’s carrier bed, litter box, and food and water bowl. She had a little snack, then used the litter box. Eventually, she located Stripe under the sofa bed, but we wouldn’t let her get too close. Each knew the other was there though. After a while, Fiona decided that if he wasn’t going to come out to say hello to her, then she wanted to play, and meowed for me to play with her. Which I did (even as an adult, she likes to chase and pounce on a ball, just like a kitten).
Fiona didn’t stay down there; we brought her up with us when we turned off the lights and the TV. But at least Stripe got to “meet” one of his future friends, and hopefully, he can understand that that we’re not scary humans if Fiona talks to us and we respond by playing with her.
Nice freaky clown in your links, silenus. You’re not helping with the general clown phobia around here. 
Good to hear there wasn’t hissing and general mayhem, Spoons. Sounds like Stripe is slowly getting used to the idea of the good life. (And he is a cutie - they all are.)
Clown? Now I confused.
Ah, they changed the ad. Well, it was a skull-faced clown with glowing eyes. Honest. I’m not just making this up.