These are my grandma's cats. Number one (black) is Tika, the oldest of the bunch. He's not really my grandma's, he's her best friend's, but they live in the same house. He's eleven, but he never looks or acts like it. He's still as mischevious and fun as them all. (And still has all his claws, lucky duck). The second, third, and fourth are of the youngest and most photogenic, Sidney. Bill took him when he moved and we miss him so much! Isn't he handsome? He's a pure-bred burnese who's been abused and had six different homes before we got him. The white cat is the strange and beautiful miss Candy who recently passed.... She always wanted you to pet her but didn't want you anywhere near her. (Let me know when you figure that one out) If you got her to let you pet her, she wouldn't let you stop. And she never left my grandma's bedroom unless it was the middle of the night. Last is Spike, who is struggling with bladder crystals and all sorts of icky problems, but holding on. He is the most loveable, laid back cat you will ever meet, and my favorite of the bunch. Just look at those gorgeous eyes!
