Before the pics, a bit of info about Shadow.... Shadow was always a very loving kitten/cat, and was also very protective of me. One morning, I woke up and Shadow wasn't sleeping beside me...as I got out of bed and moved into the living room, I saw him staring intently (and quite motionlessly) at the front door, which I apparently hadn't closed well the night before. When I went to close the door, Shadow did not react to me walking by him, but instead continued staring at the door until I closed it, at which point he walked over and, in his own way, said "good morning, daddy."
Shadow was also a rather large cat, weighing in at between 15 and 17 pounds (all muscle). When he stretched out on the couch, the main portion of his body (not including his head or his tail) was over half the length of the couch. When he stood between the couch and the coffee table, his back stood taller than both.
Shadow's favorite playtime activity? Fetching (he loved those little fuzzy balls you can get pretty much anywhere for about a dollar (or less).... His other favorite was doing pull-ups. He'd lay flat on his back on the bottom perch of the cat tree and grab the top perch with his front paws. Keeping his back and hind legs perectly parallel to the ground, he'd pull himself up to the top perch and then lower himself back down again. He'd repeat this over and over. Needless to say, his front legs looked (relatively speaking, of course) like tree-trunks.
I only really have two photos of Shadow that I've digitized, and one of them is not very clear, but....
Shadow yawning in what looks like a growl...I burned quite a few rolls of film for that one, single image...and it's worth it.
Shadow returning after fetching one of his fuzzy balls (best cat toy you can buy, if you ask Shadow, Spooky, or Tux).
These days, Spooky spends most of his time hanging around in the kitchen. Fleas got inside and on/in the carpet, and even now, after I'm fairly certain that we're rid of them (and Spooky is armed with Frontline), he still stays in the kitchen except when he sprints back to his litter box and back.
As seen below, Spooky loves to lay flat on his back with his tail curled up over his abdomen. As for fetching, Spooky's reaction to someone throwing a ball for him is more along the lines of, "Hey, what'd you do that for?"
Spooky in his favorite resting/napping position.
A more recent pic of Spooky, laying in a more traditional manner in a closet door.
It may not really show well in the photos, but Tux gets his name from a little white spot on his neck, right about where the white shirt collar would be with a black tuxedo...so tuxedo became "Tux" (get it?).
Tux at about six weeks old—when I first got him. My head is bald and burned from radiation therapy for my cancer.
A more recent pic of Tux, at six months old...still very much a kitten (he's grown a lot more since then).
An even more recent pic of Tux, at about 10 months old...playing in his toy box. It's mainly here because it made a cute animated GIF.
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