Felines

I have always been a cat person.  My last cat, Delilah, lived until she was 23 years old!  By the time she died she no longer had the energy to groom herself.  She was really ratty; my girls fondly referred to her by the name of "Death Kitty."  She couldn't even retract her hind claws anymore.  She was the runt of the litter.  My brother found her at the Laurel Race Course when he was a hot walker, back in 1985.  She has been gone over two years now.  It's difficult to realize how tiny she was.  When her health was good she weighed 7 pounds (barely).  In this picture she weighed around 5 pounds.

Here is a picture of Delilah in better days.

Now my oldest daughter, Lauren, has a cat that she rescued from the shelter in Annapolis.  His name is Alfredo (Alfred, Fredo, Little Man).  At his last vet visit he weighed in at a whopping 18.6 pounds.  He is a unique cat.  He loves water (particularly bubble baths), likes to travel (will get right in his cat carrier to go), and chases toys like a dog (a favorite of his is a stuffed monkey).

Here is one of Fredo in his carrier.

This one will give you a better idea of his size (that's a large kitchen sink in a house we rented in Ocracoke in the Outer Banks last summer - yes, he rode by car all the way!).