Our Cats

My family has three cats: Fred, Petie, and Annie. I'd like to share about each of them.
1. Let's start with Fred. I prefer calling Fred, who is my cat, Sir Frederick, but to everyone else he is Fred or Freddy. We got Fred at Bender's potato farm when I was 8. He was "free" and waiting for me in the bunny cages. I ran screaming to my mom that I wanted the free kitten. She thought I was mistaking a bunny for a cat, but I was right, she gave in, and nine years later he still lives in our house. Fred is my favorite reading companion. He curls up in my lap and sleeps. Honestly, when I go to school Fred is in one position and when I come home he is still in the exact same position. His favorite activity is sleeping! He's skittish and crazy and sheds like a dog, but I love him. (Secretly, I imagine that if Fred would talk, he'd have a British accent.) He's silky soft and grey and white, with sleepy green eyes.
2. Secondly, Annie. Annie is the exact opposite of Fred. While Fred is skinny, Annie could probably join the Biggest Loser reality TV show. Ironically, when we got Annie she fit in my mom's hand. We got Annie from a local farm two days after she was born. Her mommy had been run over by a tractor, and the farmer knew we wanted a kitten, so they called us. Besides being overweight, Annie also doesn't meow. Her mommy died before she could teach her, so Annie only grunts. I do love Annie, and she must love me two, because I'm one of the only two people she lets pick her up. She's brown and bushy and quite lovely once you get to know her.
3. Finally, Petie. While Fred and Annie are indoor cats, Petie is our outdoor cat. He started coming around about two years ago and since then has become a member of the family. He's basically a really large "Tom cat" with brown, silky fur and a large bushy white tail. Unfortunately, Petie still has claws and enjoys scratching people. But still, he's our cat. My dad even made him a "cat-house" so he could live warmly during the winter. (And then during Christmas my dad preceded to string lights around this "cat-house".) Petie is definitely the man of the house. He's always outside the French doors in our kitchen waiting for us in the morning or when we get home from school. I love him.