Furry Babies

I was never a cat person until I met my bf and he completely changed my outlook by introducing me to his cats.

He’s the man of the house and looks out for his sisters. He’s getting pretty old now – I think he’s about 11 years old – and we all joke about him getting old because he’s starting to get little flecks of grey in his fur. I hate to admit this, but there’s a part of me that’s actually quite scared of Lenny, purely because of his teeth and his claws. He doesn’t do it intentionally, but if he gets excited or really comfortable and starts ‘kneading’ it can be very painful! He’s also reeeeally hard to take a good photo of, because most of the time he just looks like a big fluffy blob.

She’s such a sweetheart and actually high-fives! She has the most beautiful eyes and the way she tilts her head when she’s looking at you is just adorable. It’s like she’s actually thinking really hard about what’s going on. She’s four years old and has big puffy white gloves – all the better to catch things with (and high-five).

Connie is my princess. She’s four years old too, but two weeks younger than Florence. It’s apparently quite rare to have a ginger girl, as ginger cats are usually male. She’s super sweet and, unlike the other two, never goes out. It’s completely her choice, she just prefers to stay in the warm and get comfortable. She’s a very tactile cat and needs lots of cuddles and attention otherwise she gets upset. She also loves a good box or carrier bag to climb into!