Name: Butterball M013 Gender: Male/Retired Breed: Wild Coat: Pale Ash Red Checker Eyes: Orange Genetic Code: BA//b (Ash Red, Carries Brown) CL//c (Light Checker, Carries Barless) dP//d (Pale, Carries Dilute) +//tr (Yellow Iris, Carries Pearl Iris) Size: 90 Domestication: 83 Friendliness: 91 Noisiness: 62 Parents: None/wild Siblings if known: None/wild Mate: Ruckus F017 Offspring: Jiffy(pop) F032, Coolio M029, Gotintoit M030 M028 (unnamed, unadopted) M030 (... so tempted I really do want this) F031 Diva, owned by Erinnyes, not up now F033 Autumn, owned by Jkat F034 (unnamed, formerly Antiko loft) F035 (unnamed/uadopted) Current Location: Lethe's Loft Art By/Born-Adopted From: Dray/Nidus Corona

Butterball is exactly as his name implies, he's soft, melty, and delightful on toast. Also he is a large boy, always been big, always will be big. Particularly after his breeding days have ended, but he's still not flabby. He's the sort of big cat that just loves to plop himself on your lap when you know you're gonna have to get up to pee later and can't because there he is. He is definitely among the chillest of cats, loves pretty much everyone equally.

(From lethe-loft originally)

Obviously it wasn't too long before the kitties started having more kitties. I was awakened early one morning (grumble mutter gripe gripe) by the sound of chirping - now that wasn't too unusual as the cheetahs made that kind of noise all the time. But this wasn't one of them, it was coming from the attic, and that could mean only one thing.

"Kittens!" I yelled, and carefully navigated the ladder up into the forbidding but warm top space of the house. There were plenty of other critters around, but I could see immediately that Butterball and Ruckus had been successful a couple months back ... it was a riot watching the chubby Butterball acting all manly. I hoped that maybe this would keep Ruckus's noise level down, but that wasn't too likely.

There were a good number of little baby kitten-birds, and immediately I fell in love with a couple of them. But clearly, I couldn't keep them all. I also didn't think bringing them to a parking lot in a box would be a good idea. I brought them to the Healing Den, that was a much better plan.

Jiffypop and Coolio fit at either end of the energetic spectrum: you guess which ends.