This is Salem, and she is older than the hills! Therefore, this is what she does ALL DAY!. She can sleep anywhere, anytime. She also enjoys a good read. A newspaper, magazine, book — she’ll read them all. And how does she do it? Just like all cats, with her butt! 
A really bad picture of Raul (take the v out of vowel, and replace it with r, not ra-oul). I say bad, because I could have photoshoped his eyes. I just didn’t. Photos, or even sightings, of him are rare, so make a wish. He’s our own, personal yeti!
Meg(era) was a trouble-maker right from the start. She broke her leg in a fight with a craftsman-style window, elluded the authorities in the attic, and rolled off the top of the cat perch in a catnip frenzy. We’re certain that if we were to go away for the night, she’d be the one to invite the local strays over, stay up late and trash the house!
The Max-Monster (Maximillian), about two minutes ago. This once teeny kitty, who licked our faces all night on his first night with us, is now a whopping 18 pounds.
Ripper. We doomed ourselves by naming him that. His current names are: Pup-Tardo, Pupenstien, and Pup-N-Stuff.
Just a photo of Maddy that I like.
(Edit: 01/20/07 — Taken at former home in C-U, Illinois)
