We acquired Dinah in December of 2011.  She was about 6 months old at the time.  When I saw her picture, there was no doubt in my mind that she was our little kitty.  She is a very bight little kitty, but also very shy.  It has taken her a while to get used to being in our household.  He main nemesis is Daphne.  They still want to kill each other, but at least the fights are down to less than one a week.  And Dinah still has a way to go on being 100% comfortable in the house.

The picture right below is Homer, the latest addition to my household.  Not exactly a large cat, he is pretty good size.  He is big enough that he can knock me down, although, that is not particularly hard to do anymore.  He is a rescue cat.  He was found wandering the streets of Ventura, badly injured, almost starved to death.  Once the vet fixed him up, it only took him about 3 days to recover, which is pretty amazing because the Vet thought his back leg would have to be amputated.  He is also one of the most aggressive cats I have ever had.  My nephew is afraid of him.  He bites me on a regular basis, not mean bites, play bites.  At least he doesn't draw blood any more, well, most of the time.

Update:  Homer is now about 5 years old.  For the most part, he is a very health kitty, although he has had a urinary blockage three times now.  That problem seems to be brought about by the stress of being boarded, so, now he gets a cat sitter to take care of him at home.  Although, he still doesn't like it when I am away.  The last time he put on quite a demonstration of being glad to see me.  It was hilarious.

Homer is also finally beginning to calm down, just a little.  He is not quite as wild as he used to be, although, he will on occasion chew me up quite badly.  He has turned into a quite affectionate pet, something I did not think was going to be possible.  When I first got him, he would really get pissed off if I picked him up.  In fact, the first time I did that he bit me on the leg real hard when I put him down.  But it is almost impossible now for me to be alone.  Where ever I am, Homer is right there with me.  He sleeps on the bed with me every night now, and if it is cold outside, he will insist on being under the covers.  He will keep tapping my nose with his paw until I let he go under.  On other nights, he seems to like to play a game that I call "Let's see if I can keep Jim awake all night".  It may be that he just doesn't like me snoring., still it is quite annoying to be woken up every half hour.

Update

Homer passed away in April of 2009.  He developed a very bad heart murmur and congestive heart failure.  He was diagnosed with this on a Thursday, and passed away on Wednesday the following week.  He will be sorely missed.  He was a very unique cat, and had a very distinct personality.

The above picture was taken on June 5, 2004.

The two photos above were taken on June 5, 2004
This is what I call Homers Teddy.  It is actually a toy skunk.  I originally purchased this toy for Lucky (see below).  And she played with it quite a bit, but, when she outgrew it, it was in pretty much like new condition.  Homer really took to this toy, almost from the moment I brought him home.  And, the above two photos show the results of five years of pretty hard playing.  The poor thing is about ready to fall apart.  I stopped washing it a couple of years ago, because I am afraid it would not survive another bout with the washing machine and dryer.

They are so cute when they are sleeping.

And not so cute when you are trying to work on your model railroad.

These are the newest editions to my sisters brood.  In the back, the silver tabby, is Siegfried, the oldest cat in their family.  And in the foreground,
Freia and Fafner, acquired in July of 2001

This is a picture of just Freia and Fafner by themselves.