Mug Shots

Quote from The Song of The Jellicles by T.S. Eliot

	You Could Be Next! Who's next on my Mug Shots Gallery? It could be you! Send your photo and feline profile by clicking here	Valentine Bonjour! Greetings from France. Je m'appelle Valentine. I'm a two year-old Parisian female and have lived in Paris for most of my life. I moved to Normandy in July 2002 and am settling in to a more relaxed lifestyle after the hustle and bustle of living in the capital. I think I may have some Siamese in my family line and my main sport is climbing on low roofs, must be the urbanite in me!
	Owen I'm named after footballer Michael Owen. I've only been around five months but loving it. I have a twin sister, Tammy, and also in the family is a playful puppy, Molly. I like running around the house and my favourite toy is a piece of string. I love spending time in the garden but have to wear sunscreen on one ear as it has a white tip. The one thing I hate is the vacuum - it's so noisy!		Tammy You've met my brother, Owen. Unlike him, I'm very small and delicate and a real lady. My pet hates include that stupid puppy, Molly, who's always disturbing me during my naps and the humans when they get me down off the net curtains (they don't know what goes on while they're out!). I love playing outside amongst the flowers (if Molly hasn't eaten them!) and my favourite toy is a squeaky mouse.
Gemini I had a few (unsatisfactory) homes until I was six months old, ended up in a rescue centre, then I got lucky and came here. I'm now six and a half, pure tabby and proud of it. I like all food (except the cheap stuff), guarding the fishpond, sleeping under radiators and lots and lots of fuss. My favourite sports are 'lap-pounding' and sleeping.		George I'm half Turkish Van and half not, and I'm five and a half years old. I came from the rescue centre to live with Gemini when I was eight weeks old, so she became my new 'Mum'. I like wailing, going bonkers, smelly fish and chasing mice. My favourite sport is 'coffee table skating'. I live in the house at the bottom of our road of course, I don't know what town it's in, but it's got pigeons.
	Buster I was left behind when my owners moved house and the new people adopted me as a 'stray'. Their house rules were strict at first. I was only allowed inside the house to eat, then I was only allowed to sleep inside in inclement weather, then I had to sleep in a soft cat bed because the floor was too hard... etc! My remarkable fangs are often a topic of discussion, I'm kind of proud of them!