He's our only male cat out of four. He's a real sweetie-pie, but kinda skittish. He's a great mouser (birder too :( ), and he'll yowl outside the bedroom window in the middle of the night to let you know he caught something for you. It took him a few years to actually let me pet him without freaking out, but now he can't get enough, and he even sleeps under the covers with me in the winter.
Sometimes he takes forever to make up his mind on whether he REALLY wants to go out or not. You just scrape your foot on the floor behind him and he FLIES out the door. That's how much of a scaredy-cat he can be.
Just let me sleep. No more pictures!
The reason for his name. Seven toes on each front paw, and five on back. The back ones remind me of frog's feet with the extra toe. He's such a cutie though. He is a mamma-boy too. He loves to knead on the fuzziest blankets and my robe.
"Not another darn picture. Paparazzi!"
Sleeping with the doxies.
Great Pyrenees were bred to be guardians of sheep flocks, so they mostly like to lie around until they sense "trouble". "Trouble", to her, may be a neighbor's cat crossing their yard within her sight, a dog barking a block away, people walking by on the road. They let you know, and let "the intruder know, that they will use force, if necessary.
