I'm currently a thousand miles from my kitty so I don't have a photo here. Many years ago two political science professors moved from GA to SC across the street from me. While they were in GA students brought him a tabby they'd been caught with in the dorm. "Moonshine" became theirs with no choice given to his wife, and then moved to SC. Soon I, too, had adopted him. He was ~very~ terratorrial on our block and I found him flying fir with neighbor "Jasper" one night when I came home form dinner at their house.
As I walked across the street with fur flying like a blizzard (Jasper was a white/black!) I said "Moonsine"! "Jasper"! sharply and they both stopped the aggressive battle. Their haunches both went up. Then those dipped and the tails went up as if to say "I would have won it you'd let me finish!" They stomped off in opposite directions.
Moonshine (grey tabby) lived to be more than 19 and then stopped eating much. We took him to the vet who said he had one of three things, but to find out which, he'd have to take a blood test, but to try, the blood would be his assistents! Using my father's line, I asked what he would do if Moonshine was his? He said he give anti-biotics in case it was something else, and st(?) to encourage him to eat and he could do this every month if needed. We went with this and the nurse asked if I wanted a temp crete to take him home. (Not needed)
Moonshine lasted two more months pampered with seafood, chickent, etc.... and then peasefully passed away. We knew we'd get another kitty, but weren't ready quite yet.
'A year and a half later we acquired Sir Hal (previous owner) from Shakespeare. He's mostly called "Hal" but I often call him "Hallie Kitty". The two professors and I share him since all three of us travel and have only ever left him for one night and once for two nights. Mostly he goes there earlier in the day and later and late evening to my house. He also has an aunt two houses up from me who used to have three kitties until they died around the time she had oepn heart surgery so she's VERY happy to see him!
Hal has us all wrapped around his paw!!!!! He's mostly an outdoor kitty and a great hunter. Last summer he appeared between me and Rob with a giant chipmonk. He looked from one of us to the other and then spit it out between us, nearly a foot from toe to toe! Look at my trophy! What a great hunter I am!!!
Since I'm so far from home I don't have a photo with me, but Hal is a 100% Yellow tabby and scared of his own shadow! (Opposite of his predesessor!)
Why'd it take the divas so long to start a kitty thread!