The Rest of the Hive
We are equal opportunity animal lovers.  Here's a look at our other
furry children .  .  .
Max - Ragdoll                                                    Dolly - Ragdoll
Max is a very sweet but shy boy whose very most
favorte thing is to lay under the covers with his mom.  
Max in the mood is a love machine!
Dolly is our expert in cute.  She opens drawers and
doors, and habitually throws herself down on the
floor in your path, laying with her paws curled up, as if
to say "Look at how adorable I am!"
Venus, Casper & Gimme - Sphynx
Avery - DSH -
Our under-the-garage-door kitty
ABOVE:  Avery showed up one summer day a couple
years ago, literally shoved under our garage door by
someone who didn't want her.  We tried to let her go and
couldn't.  She and Lucy keep each other company on our
porch & in the courtyard.  She loves to come talk to us in
the evening when we sit outside.
Mackie - Our Newfoundland lapdog.
Mackie is a 150# Newfie, who thinks he's a three
pound Chihuahua.  He's a sweet, slobbery boy, who
never meets a stranger.
Molly - Shelti Mix
Molly came with Steve when we merged our fur-families
several years ago.  He frequently refers to her as his
'doghter'.  No, of course she's not spoiled!
Lucy - DSH - Our patched torbie girl
Lucy came to us as a kitten from Sharon, from a feral litter born under
her porch.  Lucy is a very sweet girl, but could never overcome some
potty issues from her outside beginnings.  She now reigns on our
back porch as a terror  to the neighborhood birds.  Frogs, however,
are her best friends.
Steve became enamored of Sphynx while going to
shows with me.  First we had a couple of alters for
him to show, and now he's going to breed them!  
Good Lord, the insanity is contagious!  You can visit
the aliens at
www.area51cats.com
BELOW LEFT:  Max and Dolly at about I 'think' six weeks old.  By this time, I'd had them a couple
weeks.  I answered an ad in the paper for kittens, never dreaming that they were so tiny.  They
were so young, their little ears were almost still on the sides of their heads when I got them.  The
other two out of their litter had already been sold, and I was afraid to leave without them, because
they were so tiny and obviously needed special care.  This was my first experience with a 'backyard
breeder' and this experience with someone who obviously only cared about the $$$ the cats would
bring has help me to focus on how I want to do things - and how I plan to NEVER do things!
While I'm generally adamently opposed to cats outside, in some particular instances, it becomes the lesser of two evils,
as it was for these two sweet kitty girls.  Both are from feral origins, and just couldn't quite overcome their backgrounds
to fit in with the rest of the crew (and while I LOVE all my cats - and the all caps applies here - peeing on the kitchen
counter is just never a good thing!).  Here's our two 'outside' kitties (although the garage and back yard are their
homes, if you were to ask them!).