The most important man in the house (or so he likes to think) is my long suffering husband.
When we met he was severely allergic to cats and pretty soon realised that , from my point of view, there was no competition.
I'd always had cats and wasn't about to stop on account of one mere man and his inability to breathe.
He, mistakenly, thought that the 3 cats I had at the time would gradually depart this world and we would live in a cat free zone - just how wrong can you be? Poor deluded soul.
I think he suspected the worst when I aquired my first breeding queen and the rest, as they say, is history.
Our senior feline male is the lovely Jags and he is the soppiest male neuter you could ever wish to meet - a real old fashioned gentleman. He loves kittens and welcomes newcomers to the household with great gentleness and patience, showing no signs of irritation when being hissed at by pint sized upstarts.
His second in command and constant companion is Raffles (aka Moany Bloke) who is the biggest and most easily freaked out cat we have. He doesn't cope well with change and the girls know exactly how to push him about - everyone who meets him falls in love with him as he is very handsome (but a big, fat lump).
Finally we have our delightful entire male stud, Billy Baggins. He has a bachelor pad of his own and he and hubby can often be found commiserating on their hard lives whilst enjoying a break from female nagging (nothing to do with me I hasten to add).
Later on I will introduce you to the most important members of the household (human and feline) THE GIRLS.
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