I have three cats. Why three? I have no good reason. Best part is that these three are very zen. No big tiffs.

I will start with just one cat to start.

First cat is Mango, my big orange cat. I got him from a no-kill shelter at an empty the shelter event. I wanted a big cat, I mean Maine Coon size without all that long hair.

Could not find a kitten I wanted but just as we were about to give up, we saw an orange adult in the open area, sleeping on a cat tree. Only $5. We got him.

He was supposedly only four months old but he was full grown, at least we thought the ten pound cat was an adult rather than a baby.

We took him to the vet who was sure he was at least one year rather than a mere sixteen weeks. Then she looked at his teeth, all baby teeth.

She said, "Oh my. This is going to be a BIG cat."

He grew to be twenty pounds, all muscle. Where does he sleep? Anywhere he wants, he is the alpha male cat.

He is a man cat. Any male who comes to visit is attracted to Mango's size. Friendly cat who stretches up on his hind legs and reaches as his way of hugging.