Far left is Mad Max the Mixed Manx. He wags his stubby tail like a dog when he is happy, is solid muscle, and is a tazmanian devil if you pick him up when he doesn't want to be picked up - but is a great lover once he knows you - if you don't pick him up. His mamma was a wild cat, and he is semi-wild/domesticated. He is second youngest.
Next to Max is Dusty, the pure grey cat. He is large and soft, and very meek. He is the youngest and defers to the other cats. He does not meow - he squeeks. He does not like to be held at all - but does like to be petted.
Next over to the right is Squirrel, a Maine Coon Cat Mix, second oldest. He is huge and heavy. He moved into our house in TX when he was a young cat, because the teenage boy in his house next door was abusive to him. We kept taking him back to the neighbors, but he would be back at our back door peering in within 5 minutes. We finally asked if we could adopt him because he spent 95% of his time with us anyway. He likes women much better than men thanks to the kid next door.
The cat on the far right is Mischief, aka Grey Cat. He is 17 years old, healthy, and alfa cat most of the time. He and his brother found us in Germany. They were raised on a baby bottle by friends when mama cat was lost, and we adopted them when weened.
Grey and his brother are/were super friendly and love to meet new people, to be carried around, and to sleep with his people. We think Grey is super friendly with others partly due to being raised by humans, partly due to his travels, and partly from meeting so many people when our children were young and living at home, and we were also socializing with many other military families overseas and stateside.
After a couple of years in Germany, we took Mischief and Trouble to Turkey with us. In Turkey we lived in Izmir, a city of 5 million people. We had no screens on the windows in our rental apt on the 6th floor. Grey's brother Trouble fell off the window ledge when he was chasing a pigeon, and hit the sidewalk. He survived that, but lost 8 of his 9 lives and passed away several years ago at age 14.
From Turkey, Grey and Trouble traveled back to the US to NM with us, then to TX, then back to NM, where Trouble finally passed away -- partially due to his medical injuries in the long fall to the sidewalk in Turkey. Grey and Trouble also traveled widely in the US in our two motorhomes. Trouble was the best traveler of the bunch.
Trouble in our last motorhome:
Thank you for sharing...I miss my cats...
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