Had chili today at the neighbors' while watching a football game.
In order of appearance ...
Obi, 1 ½ years old, (as in Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ they are Star Wars fans) who has a huge inappropriate crush on me.
Atza, 11 years old. Her name is from the Inuit language, meaning "little bear."
Puck, a rescue and very skittish. Reminds me so very much of Annie.
Khaleesi, one of 4 cats. Her name is from Game of Thrones and while there is a long explanation of her name, all you really need to know is that it involves dragons. The reason the cat was named after her was that she [the cat] had four kittens just before she was rescued, and took on a wild skunk who was
eating killing her kittens. She managed to save two of them, and hence her name. She is a brave and fierce Khaleesi.
I've yet to meet one of their other four cats, and two of the four actually came with the house because the previous owners of the house abandoned them. I've met one, Katie, who looks as if she ate a basketball and is on a diet. The other is a manx named Jack. (Don't get me started on my opinion of the previous owners of the house. I will not be politically correct and there may be some offensive four-five-and seven lettered words used.) Katie and Jack now reside in their garage where they are protected from the below-freezing temperatures we've had lately.
Occasionally one of them comes to our back door on very cold nights, and I can tell by the prints that it pauses possibly to see if it will be let into the house.
Breaks my heart.