I've had a total of 10 cats in my life. 6 are currently alive.
Currently alive are Diamond, Tinker, Bell, Mew Mew, Karma, and Zen.
The deceased are Venus, Luckyboy, Milky, and Jupiter.
Venus was a true queen. She was the queen of the house and held herself with a regal air that couldn't be matched. She was my only cat that always looked into the camera when you were taking picture of her. She sat with her paws together and puffed out her chest, and had the prettiest eyes. She's also my first cat. I brought her home just 4 days after my 6th birthday. She died in March this year, but left such a legacy in my home.
Diamond is the current lady of the house. She isn't the queen because she... she thinks she's a sheep. She bleats, and is also really aggressive and mean towards Zen and Bell. She is the oldest cat right now, so she gets the title of Lady of the House.
Tinker & Bell are the siblings. Bell is older but we thought he was a female when we first had him and named him Belle. Once we realised he's a guy, we just dropped the E at the back of his name. Bell is super into being near my dad when he smokes and has the widest eyes ever. Tinker is super clingy with me and a total lap cat with me and my dad. Tinker is also a manx, and has a bob tail.
Luckyboy was the metaphorical black sheep of the family. He used to be real good, but when Bell started asserting his dominance as the male of the house, Lucky started to mark his territory and kept doing so for the 12 years he was around. Tinker also hated him for some reason, but he sought the protection of Mew Mew, the absolute unit. He was also truly lucky. He's picked numbers for 4D for my family and we always win money when he does it around Chinese New Year.
Mew Mew is the unit. The chonker. The motherland. She's a vacuum for food and eats literally anything except sticky stuff like honey. She eats laksa, durian, fishcakes, yoghurt, pork ribs, fruit, and everything else. We're convinced she can taste sweetness which is why she eats fruit. She's still very chonky and has huge paws, but she's lost a bit of weight now that she's getting older. She's super fun to ruffle up.
Karma is the King of the House. He's babied and loved by everyone in my family. Even my dad and brother (who usually don't openly show their affection for any of the cats) will openly baby him. He's all black and has the cutest face and meow. He gets the best treatment by my mom. Also, go follow him on Instagram @
karma_the_furrari!
Zen is the baby. Child. A clown. He's already 9 months old and technically an adult, but he acts like a baby. He's also a little thief. Steals food if you look away for 0.8 seconds. Horrible gremlin. But he's very cute and knows he can get away with his Crimes if he just acts cute.
Milky and Jupiter were both kittens we had (not same litter) many years ago, they died before adulthood. Milky had stomach tumors so we put him down, while Jupiter jumped out of a window while chasing something. I still miss those two little buggers very much. They would have been 10+ this year if we didn't lose them.