Hobbes
We have had two cats named Hobbes, or a variation of it. Both were and are Grey Russians.
Hobbes 1 was a great big huge lovable mug who cuddled and drooled when his ears were scratched, chased groundhogs and squirrels and left offeringsof dead animal parts at the back door. He drank his saucer of milk out of the baby's hi-chair, and generally ruled the house as a harmless dictator. He passed away many years ago and I never had the heart to replace him.
...until I spotted a little grey russian kitten at our neighbor's ranch. She wasn't a pure bred- but cute as hell.
Hobbs 2, or Hobgoblins, our current feline ruler, is a much smaller female who terrorizes the dogs and the other older bigger cat from the safety of her cardboard box. She can be found on top of the fridge, the bookcases, the TV cabinette...prefers her milk in a saucer, likes salami and knocking over any object she finds. Lego stormtrooper helmets are her favorate play toy. The larger, older, crankier cat (tigger) calls her the Fruit-Bat.
