When we moved to our current neighborhood almost two years ago, one of the first things we noticed was that our street was over-run with cats. They all belonged to the neighbor next door but they seemed to have free reign and made themselves at home in all the neighbors yards. I never gave much thought to them other than the annoyance I felt when I discovered my yard is part litter box. A couple of months ago the neighbor who owns the cats lost her home and had to move out quickly. She was unable to find homes for her kitties and so she decided to abandon them and leave them in the neighborhood to fend for themselves. The animal lover in me refused to let them starve and couldn't bare to call the humane society. Now every evening the Kitty Club meets in our driveway for their evening meal and play time. There are five beautiful cats with very distinct looks and personalities and each of us has our favorite.
My personal favorite is Princess (named by Amanda). She is the chunkiest, fluffiest, sweetest kitty in the bunch. She just can't get enough lovin' and we can't seem to keep our hands off her.
She is such a purr-ty cat and I don't know that we will be able to leave this house without her.
I held her like a baby for half an hour the other day and she was in heaven.
I never thought I would become a "catwoman". You never know what is going to drift into your life.
As the evening cools, the kitties all come out from the shade of the bushes, ready to eat and snuggle.
Even Austin who is not really an animal person has enjoyed having them around. Holding them is very soothing as long as he can immediately use a lint roller to remove every last strand of hair from his clothes.
This is Dolly. She started out as one of our favorites until she went through a moody spell. Now she has been bumped down the favorite cat lineup, being replaced by Princess and Scout . 
This is Scout. For a long time Austin and I tried to think of the perfect name for her. We didn't want anything too girlie. We came up with Scout at the same time. I was thinking of the young girl in "To Kill a Mocking Bird" and he was thinking of a military sniper scout sneaking through the bushes. Whatever, it works for us both. 
