This is my cat Jumper. I found him as a kitten half starved to death near an old covered bridge in the middle of nowhere two years ago, and I couldn't bear to leave him there so I brought him home. When I first found him he kept jumping up and down to about chest level on me which was impressive. Now he'll jump on command. He's now my friend's cat but I see him when I'm over there.
This is my current cat who I've had since she was a kitten (about 2 weeks longer than jumper). She's a barn cat and completely psychotic to everyone but me. I'm the only person who can safely pet her without getting their hand ripped open. She's my guard cat.
This was my old Himalayan, Putin, being held by a a rapper I was doing video work for. He referred to her as "holy fuck you got mothafuckin garfield in here". She had been shifted around to 3 owners between her original and me. Going in reverse order, her names were Putin, Putz, Precious, and her original certificate name which was Little Miss Billie Joe Precious. She would get pissed if I used the full name on her. Being a Himalayan she was mentally retarded. She could not be taken on my flight/move to Florida because she wasn't in the greatest health so we found an old lady who likes that breed to adopt her. She'll be missed.