I just saw a mug that said "one cat short of crazy" . . . I don't know how many that would be, but I think I'm over the limit there.
We have . . . several. Some were dubbed "barnacles" because if you stop moving, they settle on you. Usually, it's on your lap, but with Rumble, any horizontal (or nearly horizontal) body part will do:
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Tiger, being Tiger:
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The tuxedo in those pics is Oreo. She's the matriarch, and the law-giver. The black cat is Tiger's brother Squeaky. Squeaky (aka "Toothless") has an ongoing problem with two of the barnacles (Jumpy and Frisky). Whenever there are sounds of cat conflict, Oreo comes running into the room and breaks up the fight. Nobody argues with the Scimitars of Death!
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Chubs is our "snoopervisor."
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Whatever you are doing, he's always there to lend a paw
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This was taken after Florence. The roof over this porch was destroyed, there is water well up into the back yard and debris everywhere, you can see the improvised clothesline that I put up because we had no power - Chubs looks like, "Geez! I take my eyes off you guys for a few minutes and
this happens!"