Daphne is the fluff monster. She is a simple creature; but an adorable one. She loves sitting on your chest and grooming you, and will very gently bite your nose for some mysterious reason. She grooms every other kitty in the house (though they are never allowed to groom her); has proven especially fond of children; and is the cat that will run towards the door when someone enters, regardless if she knows them or not. However — she has the memory of a goldfish; is easily the most prone to causing trouble by getting into cabinets; and treats being brushed like the cruelest torture. She is also a plastic-chewing addict, and has gone to some rather extreme lengths to seek out plastic bags to satiate her need.
Q is our meatloaf cat. He is a chonky bundle of nerves. He can be a little skittish and clingy, but if you prove yourself a safe person, he is a cuddly attention sponge who LOVES being brushed and will purr very loudly while he contentedly drools on your legs. When he is not drooling in your lap, he is the kitty that will cavort around the house for his own amusement; and he has a habit of rolling on his back and hissing at the playstrings for some reason. He lends himself to constant nicknames (usually said in funny voices.) These include — but are far from limited to — Q-balloo, Q-whale, Q-fish, Quangle, Q-loaf, and Sagacious Q. We also work his name into many many songs.
Due to the fact that he was such a spastic, nutters kitten, Batesman’s name came from Anthony Perkins in Psycho. And even though he’s much calmer now, he has proven himself to be a handsome, devoted ‘mama’s boy’ who usually has little interest in showing affection to most other people. Though not skittish like his brother, he can be mildly standoffish with strangers — he will literally sit at the edge of the room and glare judgmentally. He is loudly talkative, and announces every night how he has bravely kept the house safe from the evils of stuffed mice and play-strings. He also likes chewing on curtains, sticking his face in shoes, and hissing at the vacuum
Ginger Rogers (yes, like the actress/dancer)aka Gin (yes, like the liquor).
Gin is the plucky yet sweet brown-and-ginger kitten we found living under our deck at a mere 6 weeks old. After two days of setting food out for her, she surprised us by very suddenly switching from a skittish feral to talking incessantly and climbing in our laps. She is usually either in run around do everything! mode, or is cuddled-up and passed out. There is no real in-between. She enjoys climbing over faces and pillows when you’re trying to sleep, pawing at your nose to get you to pet her, and getting on the sink and in your way when you are trying to brush your teeth and put on makeup. She has proven incapable of lying down without full-on flopping, and one of her favorite things is picking on Bates like he’s her favorite grumpy uncle.
Named for the fabulous Phryne Fisher, Phry is some manner of unknown terrier/spaniel/hound (maybe??) mix. She is a floppy-eared goof-ball who loves wiggling around people’s feet, following her (quite unimpressed) kitty aunts & uncles around, and bringing her toys with her for lap-time cuddles. She also helps out with cooking and dishes and video-games by keeping your feet warm. And, spiritually true to her namesake, seems to have a panache for breaking out of attempts to contain her. She grows a little bit bigger every day, and has yet to meet the man, woman, child, human (or kitty) she does not want to be immediate friends with.