Weasel (black) and Wooli are both Siamese brothers.

Here they are still young at under a year.  They get a long quite well except for their occasional wrestling matches.  Of course we will get to that later.

That Weasel....   he has the shiniest coat of about any cat I've ever seen.  Of course, being Siamese, they are both as handsome as they can be.

Raggie is always being so different.  Here' it seems she's trying to get a look outside, but the window is filmed.  She's a beautiful Maine Coon.  

How did THIS get in here!!!

That's my boy James who likes any animal and must play with them when he can.  He's come home with armadillos, 'possums, snakes, and as we can see here, he's brought home a few Arkansas Wood Tarantulas.

It's hard to tell what he'll bring home next.

Raggie's always looking for a place to take a cat nap.

Here she's found a nice empty shelf upon which she can snooze.

It's in the bathroom, and as one might suspect, she could slide off the shelf and plunge the toilet.  However, it's not easy to get hair-balls this size out, whether it's doing the plunging or not.

Of course if she does slip in, she's got paper to dry off with. {grin}

No matter how hard she tries, she doesn't quite fit and seems to be hanging off all over the place.

I wonder if the hair is acting like velcro and holding her up there.  I just don't know how else she would do it.

This young lady MUST be part Hobbit.  I mean, look at the hairy foot....

Wooli is one cat who doesn't care where he lays his carcass.  Here he is sprawling out across the floor.

I suppose we must get these guys their own beds.  A place where they can stretch out.

When they're not shmoozing or snoozing, they are wrestling.  And here's a bout they had on the sofa.  Just like brothers, always scrapping here and there.  Here's one of their wrestling bouts...

Looks like Wooli's got the upper hand in this one.  I think Wooli has always thought he was the top cat in our house.  Weasel was a runt of the litter and was slower getting to where he is today.  I gave him a little more attention when he was little.  Now he's a rather BIG guy.

They're still at it and apparently loving it.  These tussling games they do helps them be better cats, like cats are to be.  Here one can see the only significant white spot on him. That must have come from his mother who was an apparent Main Coon mix.  Wooli has that square MC muzzle just like his Mum did.

Uh oh!  That's it for Wooli!  Now he got Weasel's dander up, and looks like Weasi means business.

I know both of them have those big feet and polydactyl thumbs, but even if Wooli smacks him good with that big paw, Weasi's STILL going to bit Wooli's ear and put a hurting on him that kerosene won't wash off.   [GRIN]

Oh yes, the "other" furry felines.  Here's our little Torti, Harriet.

I caught her and her brother Homer in the back yard.  They were about three or four months old and I was told that I couldn't tame them, since they were feral.

Well, I've tamed Homer very well, but while Harriet allows me to pet her and hold her, she's the one who when someone strange comes in, or there's a loud noise, she runs and hide behind the stove or in the cabinets.

And then there's Harriet's brother, Homer.  While he's a little hesitant around strange situations, he's comical, playful, and a real schmooze.

Homer will come to me and press himself up against me to where I nearly have to brace myself.  He loves to be held and cuddled, if he trusts you.

Here Homer's relaxing in the shed where my work area is.  He likes laying at a window to look out and see things...   like skunks,

'possums, armadillos and squirrels.

Oh no, not another hairball in the sink.  What was that plumber's number again?

It's not the color of my beard so I know it's not from me.  And it's not the color of my wife's hair either, so it's not from her.

WAIT   That's too big to be a normal hairball!!

Oh, so THAT's it.  A cat stuck in the drain.  [grin]

I suppose that Raggie was looking for a cool place to catnap.  Well I could make it cooler by turning on the faucet.  ...But I wouldn't do that to her...   ...but then again...   [sneakin' grin]

I've found her there several times.  She seems so aloof, most of the time, but occasionally I catch her in a compromising situation like this.

In an old chair in the back entry, we had an old crate and buckets.  Wooli never has a problem finding a place to snooze.

Seems he can even sleep when he's half standing up.  He loves boxes, buckets, crates, anything in which to catch a snooze.

Here we can see the square muzzle of his Maine Coon mix Mum.  She was a striped cat and looked a lot like Homer.

I just noticed something...   He uses his polydactyl thumbs to hang onto the crate. [grin]

Hmmm...   he wasn't satisfied with sleeping standing up, so he's sliding down into the crate so he can rest in a supported fashion.

I think he's trying to get in there so he can use the bucket handle as a head rest.

You know, while she's crawled into boxes and sacks, this is something I've never seen Raggie doing.  Maybe he can teach her.

But that's not all the shenanigans that Wooli gets himself into.  And he knows how to be safe doing it.

We has this box sitting on the kitchen counter after receiving it in the mail.   He figured it would be a place where he could be safe from Wooli crushing.  Look at the box...

Now THAT's  how to ensure safety while catching a cat nap.