Got Milk?

The Milkman. Silky Milky. The Milkmeister. Milkalicious. Milkaroonie.

We got him from a shelter and they had named him already, "Milkman." Due, no doubt, to his one white lip, which makes him look like he's been dipping his face into a bowl of...you-know-what.

He is huge, 20 pounds, and the friendliest cat on Earth. He likes to head-butt you. I saw a panther do that on TV the other day, and I realized it is a form of greeting in Cat Land.

Milky is my son's cat too, but once again we have inherited him. Bastet absolutely HATES him. They compete over affection from us, and food. Whenever he comes into the room she growls and flattens her ears. He could easily beat her up, but is so good natured he just slinks along with his head down, trying not to meet her eye. He's quite the diplomat.

This concludes my tour of the cats, we have four. At the moment. One never knows...they are hard to resist, and strays seem to find their way to me.