Logan was our Jewish cat. He would not eat ham or pork. He loved to sit in his Mama's lap and listen to her sing. For some strange reason, his favorite song was 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot'. Go figure. He left us quietly one afternoon after a single little breath. He is truly missed.

Big Head ate anything and loved to stand on his tippy-toes to drink from the birdbath. His favorite pasttime was trying to sneak out of the kitchen door and Making Biscuits on Buddha Belly's tummy. On one of his successful escapes from the kitchen, he contracted Feline Aids from a neighborhood stray. He is buried alongside Brownie, Garfield, Nicky and Widget beneath the weeping willow.

Chelsea was originally Pete and Lisa's until Preston came along. We then inherited her and her rotten disposition. She once gave Buddha Belly cat-scratch fever. She has earned her nickname.

Dasher is the only cat we know who has no balance whatsoever. He has the annoying habit of sitting outside our bedroom door and when Buddha Belly gets amorous, Dash will yell at the top of his lungs. Obviously, he's lookin' out for his Mama! The next morning, he will ignore us both.

I am saddened to say this lovely left us but Bitsy was the sweetest, dearest little thing. She loved her Mama and loved to lay on her Mama's chest and pat Mama's cheeks from time to time. The other felines picked on her because she was so humble. Bitsy loved to watch Animal Planet's Funniest Animals. She is dearly missed.

Onesie is a box lover. Give her a cardboard box (as small as possible for her to mold into) and she's in Seventh Heaven. In the class system in her home, she is Dasher's girlfriend. She has to have one paw 'draped' off the end of any chair in which she reclines. It's in her contract's job description.