My oldest cat, pictured here dressed for my wedding. Hated most people who weren't me. Tolerated my mom and my wife. I miss him terribly.

Vinnie is very sweet, and not very bright. We joke that there are three thoughts in her head: "Turkey?", "Lap?", and "Huh?" At fifteen, as of this writing, she's starting to decline. It probably doesn't help that she was bonded to Titus.

With Titus gone, Albie has stepped up to run the house pretty efficiently. He doesn't hesitate to bully us into letting him roam the backyard, where he is the Great Lizard Hunter (he doesn't know what to do with them after he's caught them, so we get them out of his mouth and they run). 

Robin came to us fully grown - the shelter thought she was three years old, but that seemed far too old given her behavior. She's our nervous girl, but every day she gets a little braver.