Mocha was my kitty for a decade before I turned her over to my mom for company. She's fourteen years old and still lively.

Little Watson looks so much like Mocha - and is just as ornery.

Mocha always loved a nice cuddle with me.

A little stray cat when I lived in Missouri. I named him Mika because he looks like Mocha.

Mocha and Mika looking out the window of the Missouri house. I think Mocha is the one on the right.

This is Mrs. Puff - she wandered onto the porch of the Missouri house every once in a while. Pretty sure she had a home, but she was a sweetheart.

Me with Teeny Houdini a couple of days before taking her home with me.

Poor Houdini took a tumble into the bathtub while exploring the perimeter. She's still obsessed with all things plumbing-related.

I don't know why Mocha always looks pissed off...

Houdini is really the one responsible for most of my writing, video editing, and website design.

Houdini stole my camera and took a selfie. She's hip.

My darling Watson after I adopted her and her sister (Houdini) at less than a year old.

Sweet little Houdini after I adopted her, at less than a year old.

The progression of the sister kitty bath.

I can't believe Watson was ever so little! She was still ornery as heck, though.