What is the birthday of each cat?
“Lil’ Ed and Karl were born on May 20, 2010. Alice’s birthday (Little Momma) is unknown, but about a year earlier than the boys.”
What is each cat’s favorite activity?
“Lil’ Ed: Climbing up people and things, sleeping in our hammock, sleeping on Angela’s keyboard when she’s working, and finding ways to get his collar off and hiding it in a trove somewhere.
Karl: Annoying Angela’s brother, Gates, getting in his face nose-to-nose, licking fingers, fitting into things that are smaller than his body, trailing after us when we’re walking away from the court, sniffing around anything new, and furry mouse toys dipped in catnip.
Little Momma: Finding nooks to sleep and snore in, playing with furry mice toys in her box, hanging off the balcony, trying not to bother anyone, and needling her claws.”
Do they all sleep together?
“Yes, they do, even with Little Momma sometimes. They used to sleep all yin and yang like. Nowadays, they’re just as happy to just be in the same room as everyone else.”
Are they house or alley cats?
“Alley-house cats, but our house is the main house.”
Do you dress your cats up?
What is the inspiration behind the names that you chose for each cat?
“Alice was named by Angela’s son, Elliott; since she is their mother we’ve taken to calling her Little Momma, as well. Karl Newman Magoo was named by Angela’s brother, Gates
Magoo. I added Newman to his name because he has Paul Newman’s blue eyes. Lil’ Ed Magoo, also named by her brother, was named because he was the runt of the litter who almost didn’t make it. Thanks to Angela, who carried him and nursed him with an eye dropper for weeks, he came through. They have the last name Magoo, after Angela’s brother (his legal last name is, indeed, Magoo) because when Gates and I took them in to get their shots, their tags, and to be fixed they put them under Gate’s last name by mistake.”
Have any one of the cats ever done anything really naughty?
“We’ve come home to suspicious activity, messes, and ‘gifts’ (that is, dead or half-dead birds or lizards) at the door, but with no pictures or proof— there were no convictions. Otherwise, the rap sheet for them is long.
Karl is known for going over to any of our neighbors’ houses and sleeping in their pet’s beds. He also likes to lie in the middle of the bed so you can’t make it. In fact, if there’s something you’re trying to do or a place you’re trying to get to you can guarantee he’ll be right in the way.
Lil’ Ed has to be in Angela’s lap, or laying on her keyboard when she’s trying to grade. He always loses his collar, to the point that we suspect there’s a pile of them out there somewhere waiting to be discovered. He also likes to pounce on his mother while she’s sleeping, which is just all kinds of wrong in our book. He once, as a kitten, ran full speed up my leg and stopped at my shoulder in an attempt to rescue his brother from a bath.
Karl and Lil’ Ed also like to team up on Angela’s brother, Gates, by sleeping on each side of him so he can’t roll over or adjust the covers. Once we came home to a lamp broken on the bathroom floor and the toilet filled with broken glass from the lamp. No suspects there…
Little Momma pretty much stays out of trouble. Go figure where her boys get it from? Once she did chase a raccoon twice her size from our porch. Don’t mess with a Siamese, man!”
What do you love most about having pets?
Angela: “Oh, the way curmudgeon Gates insists Karl is his nemesis, and yet he gives him loving whenever no one’s looking. The way Lil’ Ed likes to be carried around like when he was a baby, and no matter how you hold him he will always position himself on your left shoulder. The way Little Momma is so sweet about asking to be held, she will put a paw on your knee and not jump up unless you coax her to and if you can’t she’ll curl up right by one of your feet and go to sleep with a paw or her chin on it.”
Tedd: “I love how Karl can’t meow, he can only squeak like squeaky toy. I love how Lil’ Ed actually talks to you like a small child and follows you around the house telling you about their day. I love how Little Momma’s meow ends in inflection upwards, like she’s always asking a question. And no matter what kind of crappy day we have at work, they’re glad to see us, unconditionally.”