Felix, Woody & Figaro
This is Felix, my parent's cat. I watch after him every time they are on holidays. He's a quite old Gentleman by now, has long white hair and a slightly overhanging tooth. He's quite lazy, unless a neighbour's cat is in our garden and he sees them from his window seat. He's very skittish - one day he will drop dead when scared from his own shadow.
This is our cat, Clint Eastwood (or just Woody), when we got him one year ago. He's 18 months now, and quite high-spirited sometimes.
A more recent picture of Woody in his favourite position - yawning at the camera.
Taking a nap with Figaro, who is the "old" cat of my now wife. That one can cuddle you to death, trust me.
Woody is quite a patient cat with whom you can do just about anything. Like pulling a blanket over him while he's sleeping. Oh, and he likes to be carried around on your shoulders. However, if you don't get up in the morning on time (at least when HE thinks it's time to), he starts nibbling your nose and ears.