By suggestion: The fur babies!

Kenny was a rescue cat that we adopted as a very young kitten for my daughter when she was two an a half, roughly six months before hurricane Katrina hit. His personality was a little wrecked by the stress of the storm and all the moving around. When we moved into the house he took about a month to feel secure and start coming out of his shell. Once Darius moved in he started playing and living the kitten-hood he missed.

Darius moved in after I has already paid for Lir. She just showed up and moved in. For a while she was our only indoor/outdoor cat. After a fight that left some other cat very bloodied and Dari with an infection we moved her indoors full time.

My baby boy. I lived and breathed Siamese cats for years. I knew I wanted my first to be male and blue point. After finding the most amazing breeder I knew I would get one. Two years later Lir was born and three months later he came home. He is a Romeo!

Less than a year later my amazing fiancé bought me Molly. Molly is a seal point. She is my love.

We used to have two dogs. Eli and Olive. My heart hurts if I go into detail, but due to allergies that Lizzy (my oldest) and Lir had we had to adopt them out. They went to live with friends who kept them both, always evacuate with pets and we trust to give them back if anything were to happen. Lizzy could breathe better (as could Lir) but she was heart broken. So went back to the lady we got Molly from and adopted Ruby, her chocolate point sister.