Hi Sherry,

thank you for your warm welcome.
Well, 5 cats are a lot either. g
Here in germany most people have at best only two and consider me
to be crazy for having so many of them. But - I didn`t plan to, they
happened to me. And - I live in a house in the countryside and they
don`t have to live in an apartement, they can roam free as a cat should
- in my humble opinion.

If living in an apartement I would probably have only two, to keep
themselves company.
I feel so sorry for alone living cats.

Now, as you asked for it, I will introduce my furry monsters to you.
You know - I knew that I loved my cats a lot, but after reading some
days
in rec.pets.anecdotes and rec.pets.healthandbehaviour, I came to know
that
I really LOVE my cats. g Like you all do here.
OK, here the introduction begins, there is:

Moritz, the big black - son of gentle Benjamin (RIP) and wonderful
mother Luzie (RIP).
Moritz looks as if wearing a smoking. All black and a white chest. The
only cat I`ve never seen a spot of dirt on. He is a real gentleman and
the boss of the gang. Although a lot of other male cats visit our house
he always plays it cool and just ignores them. Very seldomly he decides
to throw one of them out, but when he decides to give the mean cat he
really looks and sounds frightening. WoW!

Lissinda, the bold black and white one - sister of Moritz.
Bold refers to her figure not her character. It took ages for her to
leave the safe place under the sofa. Now she is, despite her very round
appearance, a deadly night hunter and is stockpiling twice a week our
kitchen with mice.

Zorrolina, the one with the black mask - sister of Moritz.
I believed Zorro to be a male, hence the name. It is difficult to
determine a kittens gender.
My fault.g Zorro is a slim, sweet, cuddly black and white one.( I
think she is my favourite, but I don`t like to admit it. In the end all
are my favourite ones. I helped Luzie giving birth to Zorro, that might
have made a special bond.)

Felix, the big red - when I moved to the new village he used to live at
my neighbour (a 70 year old Lady with about 7 to 10 cats living in and
around her little house). One year after my arrival Felix got ill and
the old lady wouldn`t call the vet as that would have involved spending
money.
So I took him to the vet ( with her permission) and cared for him. He
then decided to move into my house.g He is a big, red and white
tabby. A friendly, quiet cuddler.

Hugo, the Nervous - found him three years ago some day in the bathroom,
behind my washing machine, together with his his sister Sina. Both
appr. 8 weeks old. The backdoor is open the whole summer, so they must
have sneaked in. Hugo is a lean, fast hunter, grey-white tabby. Spends
day and night outside, pursuing utmost urgent businesses. Deep at night
he drops in, empties the feeding bowl, catches a bit affection and
climbs the bookshelf to get some sleep. Very busy guy.

Luna, the little Cutie - she was presented to me one day last year in
the summer. At 6 o`clock in the morning someone was yelling my name on
top of his lungs through my bedroom-window. I sat upright in a matter
of nano-seconds, deeply shocked, staggered to the window expecting
WordWar III.
There, a neighbour was balancing on his bicycle, reaching up to me
something little I couldn`t make out at first (glasses still on bedside
table). I grabbed the little furry thing which worked out to be another
kitten sighg. He`d found it on his way to work beside her mother,
which had been murdered by another car-driver. Luna is a fine, little
grey and white cat who loves to walk all over me and put her whiskers
up my nose, and then having nailed me to the floor with both her
forepaws, loves to bite me tenderly in the tip of my nose. That gives
her great satisfaction.bg

Well, so much for the ones I consider to be mine.

There is more, as Mohrchen, Julius and Peter try to make our house
their home too.
I am thinking about it. Winter is nearing. We'll see how they adapt, as
at the moment they're spitting at each other every time they meet
accidentaly in my living-room. sigh.

You asked for it. A lot of text. Sorry.
Now, do you feel like dropping a line or two about your cats?

bye for now
Bettina