For those of you that haven't had the pleasure of meeting my boys - Lucky (or Lucka as I usually call him) is the large black cat. Yes, that is a torn ear and yes, he has a shady eyeball. This is what happens when you get your cats from a rescue group. However, I think he is the best looking cat this side of the Atlantic.
Pierre is my skittish pretty boy...hence the French name. Although very affectionate with me, he is not often seen by visitors. Unless he is "hiding" under the bed. As you can see below, his version of hiding is akin to an ostrich sticking his head in the sand. He can't see you but we can see him.
So there they are. I love them to death and would be lost without their everyday companionship while here in Spain!
I'm off to our trip! I'll be posting in a couple weeks about my Eastern European vacation.