So many cats, so little time. Let me start by introducing Harriet Potter, a sweet, fairly feral cat that came into our lives as a kitten about 4 years ago. We were wondering what name would be appropriate for her; "Blackie" or "Midnight" was too obvious. Then we noticed she had an affinity for potted plants; no, she didn't chew on them or dig in the pots. No, she just liked laying in the pots, in the cool soil. Ergo, her name. If you watch an animal long enough, they will "tell" you their name, through their personality. So it was with "Potter". She also goes by "Potsie", or just "Pots", if you will. She doesn't come indoors; she is a cat of the great outdoors, except when she's hanging out in dad's garage. She seems to favor dad, and her black as midnight self is now the self-appointed queen of the garage. She will occassionally hang out on our back porch, but prefers to do her own thing in the pastures. She is her own cat. Dark and mysterious as the night, she keeps her secrets to herself. We love her, though, and respect her place in our "deck of felines".
Enjoy these picture of Potter: then, as a kitten in a pot, and now, as a black beauty.