That is so cute, Mindflipper. They really do feel like they own you, don't they? As far as the hold they have on our hearts, I guess it's true.
Okay, here we go:
This is our oldest kitty, Audrey. We have been her pets for the last ten years. She's a bit neurotic, and meows a lot when we try to sleep, but we still love her anyway. She's part Maine-coon, so she's a big girl.
And this is our baby, Kiotu. We got her right after Cleo died. Her name is an interesting story. Since she is part Siamese, I wanted something that sounded Asian. So I thought about that, along with the fact that she was meant to replace Cleo (although you can't really "replace" something you loved, but anyway....). So I remembered that when we would "baby talk" with Cleo we would leave off the "L" and call her "Kio", and since the new cat would be considered "Kio" the 2nd, I called her "Kio - two", and spelled it "Kiotu". Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, she is definitely Daddy's little girl. When we found her, we had been looking all over town at all the pounds and adoption agencies, and just couldn't find the right kitten. Well, one day we were at the PetSmart adoption center, run by P.A.W.S, and were about to give up, when a volunteer with the agency came running in with a cage full of kittens and said, "wait, wait, look at these....". So I opened the cage, and this cute little bundle of fur marched right over to the door, jumped into my arms, rolled over on her back and said "take me home." I was smitten. I carried her all over the store for about 20 minutes, and she would cry if I put her down, so I said "that's it, I'm taking this one." And she's been a spoiled little daddy's-girl ever since. I still miss Cleo sometimes, but Kiotu definitely stole my heart from day one, and is the most precious kitty I have ever had.
Anyway, here's her picture:
I wish I had some better pictures of them, but this is the best I could do on short notice. Maybe later I'll do better.
Okay, someone else's turn now.