Proper Introductions: the Kagan Kats

You all know Marc and Joanne. If not, we hope you are enjoying the blog anyway 🙂

It occurred to us you have not been introduced to the majority of this traveling gypsy tribe. We are:

Elling. Orange tabby wiseman grump half human. Zen master who is mildly amused though puzzled by observing human behavior through half-lidded eyes. Was rescued at 2 weeks of age from an industrial park, filthy and hungry. Bottle fed by a human miracle worker named Vencka and Cats R Us.  Adopted  Marc and and Joanne at 8 weeks of age in July 2006. Here is a photo of him at home, and tonight passing out on bed with us. They had a big day. And he didn’t even blorf.

Inca. The other boy in the clan. A warm and gentle uncle to all other foster kitties. Has developed a shape most closely resembling a bowling ball. Despite this interesting Jackie Gleason-like trait, he is the most agile and Athletic when leaping for feathers or capturing a flying catnip mouse. He specializes in the ” back flip single twist face plant” maneuver.

Alaska. The glamour queen, and Inca’s sister. Alternates between brainless Id expression; mindless, repeated, but urgent meowing; and chasing phantoms. Once stimulated, she enters dervish phase, whirling and running for no reason..sliding to a sudden stop often due to an obstruction such as a wall. Will happily run in endless circles after laser light. Oh yes, and she’s gorgeous with her Norwegian Forest cat genes. Her long tail hair, however, often attracts unsightly deposits from the litter box. She still knows she’s beautiful. Alaska and Inca were found as abandondoned kittens by Annapolis Midshipmen, and adopted Marc and Joanne in 2009 through Cats R Us. (Second photo: she’s chilling out with us tonight).

Nashira. Last but not least, and still nearly feral, the little girl. Her name means “The Lucky One.” She was rescued a little late for kittens, so she is domesticated to a large extent, but still has many feral characteristics such as paralyzing fear and distrust of people other than fellow ferals, Marc and Joanne. She spent her first week living in a wicker basket in the sink, receiving kitty drops every morning for her kitty cold before Joanne went to work. When feeling flirtatious, she will bat her large Egyption eyes, stretch out and offer you her long, gray, soft tummy.

She adopted Joanne (and Marc too) in 2011. (Second photo..she’s come a long way from the little trembler this morning 😅)

We decided four was the limit in our adoptive capability.