Sasha

Sasha is our little girl; at six years (and only six pounds) she is the oldest of our three guys, having quickly been promoted from youngest baby to oldest cat in a little under two years.

Sasha has always had a bit of an independent streak, disappearing somewhere in the house for hours and showing herself when she wants attention or it is time to eat. With her attention-hogging baby brother and kitten-sister, she has found herself in front of the camera less recently. But, with the tempting sunlight shining this past weekend, she was front and center for my focus.

Her personality has really expanded these past few years, having gone from a goofy kitten-girl to the boss of the house, demanding attention from her people with snarky yelps, mrowls, and sassing. She really loves being manhandled, and being more fur than meat, she looks like a giant disarray of fluff after a good, long patting.

She still loves to play with Oz. Coco and Sasha have been slow to get along with each other, but we expect they will tolerate each other once territorial lines are drawn (and respected, an act Coco has yet to adopt). She kneads me when I pat her and sleeps above Nicole's head, probably favoring me a little more as her person but accepts attention from both of us whenever she can get it.

And now I don't feel so bad about having so many more pictures of Coco and Oz over Sasha on this site.