Furbabies from Hell

I've been inspired by The Gal Herself--I loved her descriptions of her cats.  I thought I'd introduce you to OUR 5 furbabies.

Ginger--is the sole dog.  She's no longer a puppy, more like middle aged (she's 6).  She's half-Basenji and half-German Shepherd.  She leans towards the Basenji side though--she hunts by sight (Basenjis are gaze-hounds) and looks just like one, only a bit bigger.  She's fawn, with a white chest and belly.  Her forehead wrinkles when she looks at you.  Her German Sheperd blood has made her ears bigger, and has caused the curly Basenji tail to uncurl.  We adopted her for Joe, but she is my baby.  She barks rarely, and yodels when she wants to go out.  The cats drive her crazy, especially Randall.

Randall--is the alpha animal in the house.  He was our first rescue--a white and ginger neutered tom, who was so incredibly sickly when he was a kitten, we didn't think he would make it.  Amazing how he's turned in to Master of the Universe.  He beats up on everyone, including the dog.  His purr, however, is unique--it's "broken"--he sort of whistles/purrs at the same time.  It's most likely from the string of respiratory infections he barely survived as a kitten.  He loves to jump up on my shoulder, to be held like a baby.  He tucks his head into my neck and just whistles away.  He's LOUD!

Ellie--a ginger tabby.  We rescued her to keep Randall company.  She's named after Ellie on the TV show Scrubs.  She's our little alien kitty.  She's the "normal" one of the bunch.  Sort of.  We always say she's waiting for the mothership to show up.  She enjoys staring at a single point on a wall, among other weirdnesses.  She loves curling up on soft, fluffy things.

Lucy--a black and white spayed female, a bit, shall we say, fat.  She was adopted by former boss lady for "the kids" who were toddlers at the time.  Her name was "Oreo" (dear God in heaven), and she would hide from the kids by jumping on the top shelf of the closet where former boss lady kept all her expensive suits.  She used the expensive suits as a ladder to get on the top shelf, so former boss lady started talking about taking her back to the pound.  Oh no, I was not having that.  We rescued poor Oreo, and gave her a real name.  Then it was home to cat heaven.  'Course, she was at the bottom of the furbaby totem pole, but she handled it with grace.

Lily--a white "oriental" with blue eyes.  She looks like a Siamese without the points.  We truly rescued her from certain death.  The evil assholes across the street back in the hated Richmond got evicted and abandoned her Halloween before last.  Joe noticed her sitting forlornly on the porch, getting skinnier by the day.  We went over there and she curled all around his legs and he picked her up, and it was love at first sight.  We brought her back into the house and she made Joe's office her own.  She's a little weird--she occasionally pees on the counters, poops in the sink, and all the other cats beat up on her mercilessly.  We bought her a deep, cushy bed, and it gives her a place to hide out, sleep, and keep away from the others.  I wish she were "happier", but at least she's not starving.

And that's them.  The fam.  The furbabies.