It occurs to me that I have never posted pictures of my cats. So, without further ado, here they are.
This is the cat we got in Australia, fifteen years ago. He only really likes my father, though he tolerates my company when dad's not around... Very quiet little one, doesn't like children but will pretty much ignore everyone and everything else.
This one is Eliza's cat, also bought in Australia when she lived there after her Bac. He is gorgeous and noisy as a bloody foghorn, but very affectionate when he wants to be. He only really cares for Eliza, though he'll rub foreheads with mum or, less often, with me, if Lizie's not around.
And this one we got two years ago from the Quai. The other two are Bermans (blue-point and seal-point respectively), he's a cross Turkish Angora and Norwegian Forest cat. We think. A lot heftier than the others, but also the most timorous. Likes to play, loves chasing paper or alfoil, and can be persuaded to give anyone cuddles if he's caught at the right moment.
So there you have them: the three pillars of our household. Aren't they gorgeous?