[Prudence]

Cats! Cats! Boris was named because he was, at birth, the runt of the litter and had broken stub of a tail to show for it -- but he nonetheless was the instigator of the various litter rumbling matches. He was like a crappy little Russian boxer with scars -- only he grew up to be a giant of a cat with enormously long legs. Master jumper. Smartest cat I've ever met. Complete mama's boy, though. We call him the dogcat because he acts more like a dog -- loyal, comes when called, plops down for belly rubs, etc...

Sasha is a little slut kitty. She sashays in front of you, waving her big fluffy tail, looking back over her shoulder at you, waiting for you to notice her and tell her how pretty she is. She is not the brightest bulb in the box, but she's all cat. Very territorial. Submissive to Boris, but will NOT tolerate other cats in her view! She is our low-rider with little stubby legs. Not such a good jumper, and frequently gets excited and falls off furniture. Oooh! Last weekend she was on top of the piano watching a bug and she lept off the piano, into empty space, without a plan for landing and without a prayer of jumping high enough to catch the bug. just pointlessly flung herself into space and didn't even land on her feet. That's our Sashapants!