We have three
Charlie - tabby and white male
George - black female
Felix - aka Fred - looks like Felix.
Charlie and George are named so because DH is a fanatical Arsenal support (Charlie George you see) and are brother and sister, 15 years old on 6 August. They are, sadly, getting on rather. Lady George is terribly arthritic, but manages to run when there's the mention of some food

. Charlie is rapidly going downhill and I dread when anything happens to any of my pets, but Charlie had kidney failure when he was a kittie and we nearly lost him then, so he's a bit of a miracle going this long, bless him.
Felix - well, he adopted us three years ago. We can only assume he'd run away. He would not let a human being near him, lived in our garden for 6 months before he trusted us to touch him. He is still very nervous around strangers, especially men who wear big boots, and doesn't like loud noises. He used to cower when we offered him food, so we can only assume some brute used to beat him, especially some of the wounds he first had (if I ever find the person who did this to an animal. . . . .). He is, honest to goodness, the most affectionate cat I have ever known, simply gorgeous and I'm convinced he's paying us back. After all, he chose us
Then we have the last of DD Katie's guinea pigs - Tilly - who has just had her fourth birthday.
We also have a family of badgers who, whilst not our pets, have become part of the clan

, as have Dave and Daisy the ducks who visit our pond for a month each summer
