Cassie and Azzy 

Casper, Cassie, Kissie, The Bunny.  She's an absolutly
beautiful stray that appears to be part manx (her tail it
just a tiny little puff ball) and part Turkish Angora.  She's
also a little schizophrenic.  Cassie hates loud noises,
bright lights, sudden movement, strangers, and me leaving
home.

Azriel Mathew.  Azzy.  Azzy-L.   Spazin Azin.  The Bear.  This is another
stray we loving picked up off the side of the road when he stepped in front of
oncoming traffic in what I'm sure was a suicide attempt.  Since we picked him
up he's gone from a hairless, terrified, flee ridden, handful of misery, to one
of the most pampered, fluffy, loving, playful cats I've ever had the pleasure to
take care of.  He sleeps on his back in my arms like a baby, and if I say "ow"
when we're playing, he'll stop everything to lick me until he's sure I'm okay.  In
this particular picture I believe I had stopped petting him a good four times
because the phone kept ringing and he decided he wasn't having anymore of that.

Cassie and Azzy playing "I'll show you clean!"  That's where
they take turns trying to pin and lick each other's heads
until one of them gets annoyed enough to leave.
Azzy won this round.

Cassie and Azzy, making with the window love...