The tail of three

Max is the orange tabby. He is the brilliant one, though you can't tell by this photo. When he is not snoozing, he is known on occasion. to open the glass shower door; when I am taking a shower, stick his head in and peer around. He takes his own snacks out of the bag, as long as you hold the bag open. He also loves to drink, out of a glass. We found this out by leaving a glass a water on the table, one day. Now whenever he sees someone carrying a glass, he wants it.








Then there are the girls. Sophie is on the right, Zoe is on the left. They are sisters. Sophie is the petite, long and lean one; while Zoe is the short legged, low to the ground, major junk in her trunk one.
We believe Sophie was born in a box, in a garbage bin. The reasoning behind this is that she will crawl in any box, of any size. If the box is too small; not a issue, as she will keep on trying. Going hand and hand with her love of boxes, is her love of smells. Stinky smells to be precise. If it stinks, she is there.


Ah, my precious Zoe. Lets just say the lights are on, but no one is never, ever, ever home. Her picture below, is the way she looks all the time, not just in photos.

Even though their personalities are very different; all of them do not like a change, in their surroundings. We had the carpet cleaned this morning. Last night we moved everything up off the floor; chairs, coffee tables, etc. etc. etc. Max and Sophie were looking around, like little detectives; going from one room to another as if we had moved, forgot to tell them and they found out by coming home to a empty house.
If Zoe had come out from under the bed and was not in her own little world; she would have been doing the same thing.