Some neighbors I'd had moved and left all three of their cats behind. Winston is a tabby boy who is fairly friendly, but doesn't seem to be the indoors type.
There's one I don't have a name for yet. I like to kind of know their personality to name them and he's SO skittish, I can't figure him out yet. Last time I saw him, he didn't run as fast, so maybe he's getting used to me.
As for the third, well...
Closest I have now to a black cat. LOL! He's huge and extremely friendly. I just couldn't leave him outside. When I'd go out, he'd try to come in, so he's a house cat. He tries to go out sometimes, but mostly he's settled in pretty well. He ended up being FIV+, so I have to watch him with my others, but he's completely non-aggressive. The picture of a lovebug this guy is. Trysten is still a little bitchy with him, but he's actually accepted him quicker than I thought he would. I named him Michael after a friend's cat he resembles. They're both big boys, too. Michael is all fed up and about 15 pounds now. He's built to be that size though. No fat on him. His fur feels like velvet and he's a snuggler and lap cat.
Nothing much else has changed around here. My youngest niece finished school and is doing well as a cosmetologist. My next youngest niece had a baby last year and he recently turned one. After losing her first child, this is great for her. I don't think they ever really diagnosed her first child with anything specific, so I know it's been hard on her. She got married a few weeks ago, too, so all seems well for her.
Work is the same. Short of staff and frustrating as hell. We're making it work though, as always. ;)
