Horribly cute, ain't they? But they stiiiink.... Sometimes I wish our cats were kittens, but then I remember dealing with the various kittens we've taken care of and had... You're lucky she likes you. I wish our current kitten did, but she's scared to death of us.
Then there's my cat, Kali the Destroyer. All too aptly named, although now Jabba the Hutt would also fit. She's probably pushing about 18 pounds.
My wife's cats (the designations are pre-marriage; two years last week!) are Gypsy, who is a horrendously cute tuxedo cat who loves glaring at people, and Sprite, a black cat who probably weighs almost as much as Kali but is, um, not quite as smart. OK, well, not smart at all. She's also more muscle, where Kali is more blob.
Then there's The Kitten. Who was feral when we caught her, and also way, way underweight. She's maintained her fear of humans, which means that she lets us get close enough to feed her, but that's about it.
Gypsy's the one on my shoulders in my avatar.
