Cats

I am a fan of cats. My cats. Which are outdoor small town cats. One of which could hold his own as a barn cat. That would be Frio. He is a big, white long-hair with a smoking hot attitude.

Felina Good-bye is the newest addition. Yes, she's named after the "out in the West Texas town of El Paso" song. She looks like a loose senorita and I expect her to leave just any day. Frio smacks her upside the head on a regular basis, but she stays around. Apparently, co-dependency is alive an well in the cat kingdom.

Daisy Duke rounds out the feline trio. She's the 16 year old matriarch with whom no one approaches. They all live outside in their fandangled little cat world, with undercover visits inside the house when my cat-hating 'other' is away.

NEWEST ADDITION: Pico de Gato is here. Felina got knocked up (surprise, surprise) and gave birth to 3 kittens. He is the only one who made it. Solid black. Extremely affectionate like his mama.