Bogart is probably
a Russian Blue, but we got him from Purrfect Pals in New York, a group that takes in
strays off the Mean Streets for adoption by wonderful folk, or sometimes people like us.
I think they said they found Bogart hiding among trash cans in an alley somewhere. He's not really skittish any more. Anyway, that means they don't know what breed he is either.
We thought, a little too late, of calling him Forrest. He's not the brightest light on the tree, for one. Also, he likes to run from one end of the apartment to the other, and well, there's Jenny, and she could constantly yell, "Run, Forrest! Run!" Gee, that's funny.
Then there's Eponine. Yeah, the name is from Les Miserables. She's kind of a bitch to anyone but the two of us. She's only nice to Jenny because Jenny typically feeds her, and even then she sometimes bites, and hisses, and scratches...but not Dave. Loves her daddy. Daddy lets her roam around in the apartment hallway sometimes. Daddy is nice. Except when Eponine wants to play with Bogart as early in the morning as possible, on the bed.