Hello! I am new. 
My husband and I never planned on having more than two cats, but we now have nine inside, a feral who lives on our porch, and a small colony that we help support. I have two grown children from my previous marriage, so cats just seemed the best way to go! go!
We saved Astrid Cordelia Rose and her sister, Estella Flannery Thyme, from someone who was going to use them as target practice and then bury them in his yard. My daughter told me about it, and I went and saved them. I also cussed out the jerk and reported him.
Next came Willow Elizabeth Sage and Fennimore Strider Black, about four months after Estella and Astrid. A friend of a friend found Willow, Fennimore, and their brother Pip near her barn. The mother and two siblings disappeared and were likely taken by coyotes. They were a wild little bunch, but they ended up happy. Pip stayed with my friend because her elderly cat loved him, and Willow and Fennimore came with me.
Two months later, that same friend's mother found our next two, Tara Lenore Tierney and Simon Greystoke Thane, near her home. Tara actually led her to Simon who was found starving and very ill. My friend was going to keep Tara and I was going to take Simon, but Tara ended up loving me. I also did not like the idea of separating Tara and Simon. (Had I known, Tara would have been named River Lenore Tierney. Any "Firefly" fans should know why!)
We thought, "We are dangerously close to being crazy cat people." But, unless you can not care for all you cats, is it really that bad to be crazy cat people? A couple of years passed and it seemed as if six was it.
Then Freya Adaline Pryne came into our life. Found in a bush near our home by my daughter, Freya was a wild baby. It was like having babies Willow, Fennimore, and Pip on their worst day wrapped up in an eight-week-old kitten. She loved my daughter instantly, but it took her a year to warm up to the rest of the humans and some of the cats. The other cats, she ignores or begrudgingly lets them groom her.
Around the same time, a local feral took up nightly residence on our front porch. We bought him a little house and heater. I named him Linden Maximus Poe. He has been coming nightly to our house for three years, and I have only gotten close to him when we TNRed.
My son works at a restaurant and spent more than a year trying to win the trust of our eight cat, who evaded traps and was afraid of everything. We had been planning on doing a TNR, but when he finally gained her trust and caught her, we changed our minds. The vet said she was deaf, which is why she was scared all the time. Our cats took to her quickly. We named her Evangeline Evayne Snow. Soon she earned the titles "Her Royal Highness" and "Princess Piggy Piggy."
A year passed with no new cats. Then, two weeks ago, I found a starving baby kitten, covered in fleas, spots of mange, and a burn on his hip. I could not very well ignore him! After his vet check-up, I decided there was no way I could let him go. That added Silas Endeavour Book to our family. He was pretty much separated the first week due to the mange, but it cleared quickly and he is running around with his brothers and sisters. He is almost two pounds already!
I am looking forward to talking with everyone!
My Big Boy Fennimore (He is an easy 16 pounds)
Estella and Astrid (Astrid has more grey) still cuddle
Little Willow! She is our second smallest and half the size of her brother!
Simon, our Handsome Man
Tara, our Wack-A-Doodle
Linden before getting fixed and before we redid the porch (Ignore the paint!)
Freya
Her Royal Highness Evangeline Evayne Snow, Princess Piggy Piggy
Silas, Little Man!
My husband and I never planned on having more than two cats, but we now have nine inside, a feral who lives on our porch, and a small colony that we help support. I have two grown children from my previous marriage, so cats just seemed the best way to go! go!We saved Astrid Cordelia Rose and her sister, Estella Flannery Thyme, from someone who was going to use them as target practice and then bury them in his yard. My daughter told me about it, and I went and saved them. I also cussed out the jerk and reported him.
Next came Willow Elizabeth Sage and Fennimore Strider Black, about four months after Estella and Astrid. A friend of a friend found Willow, Fennimore, and their brother Pip near her barn. The mother and two siblings disappeared and were likely taken by coyotes. They were a wild little bunch, but they ended up happy. Pip stayed with my friend because her elderly cat loved him, and Willow and Fennimore came with me.
Two months later, that same friend's mother found our next two, Tara Lenore Tierney and Simon Greystoke Thane, near her home. Tara actually led her to Simon who was found starving and very ill. My friend was going to keep Tara and I was going to take Simon, but Tara ended up loving me. I also did not like the idea of separating Tara and Simon. (Had I known, Tara would have been named River Lenore Tierney. Any "Firefly" fans should know why!)
We thought, "We are dangerously close to being crazy cat people." But, unless you can not care for all you cats, is it really that bad to be crazy cat people? A couple of years passed and it seemed as if six was it.
Then Freya Adaline Pryne came into our life. Found in a bush near our home by my daughter, Freya was a wild baby. It was like having babies Willow, Fennimore, and Pip on their worst day wrapped up in an eight-week-old kitten. She loved my daughter instantly, but it took her a year to warm up to the rest of the humans and some of the cats. The other cats, she ignores or begrudgingly lets them groom her.
Around the same time, a local feral took up nightly residence on our front porch. We bought him a little house and heater. I named him Linden Maximus Poe. He has been coming nightly to our house for three years, and I have only gotten close to him when we TNRed.
My son works at a restaurant and spent more than a year trying to win the trust of our eight cat, who evaded traps and was afraid of everything. We had been planning on doing a TNR, but when he finally gained her trust and caught her, we changed our minds. The vet said she was deaf, which is why she was scared all the time. Our cats took to her quickly. We named her Evangeline Evayne Snow. Soon she earned the titles "Her Royal Highness" and "Princess Piggy Piggy."
A year passed with no new cats. Then, two weeks ago, I found a starving baby kitten, covered in fleas, spots of mange, and a burn on his hip. I could not very well ignore him! After his vet check-up, I decided there was no way I could let him go. That added Silas Endeavour Book to our family. He was pretty much separated the first week due to the mange, but it cleared quickly and he is running around with his brothers and sisters. He is almost two pounds already!
I am looking forward to talking with everyone!
My Big Boy Fennimore (He is an easy 16 pounds)
Estella and Astrid (Astrid has more grey) still cuddle
Little Willow! She is our second smallest and half the size of her brother!
Simon, our Handsome Man
Tara, our Wack-A-Doodle
Linden before getting fixed and before we redid the porch (Ignore the paint!)
Freya
Her Royal Highness Evangeline Evayne Snow, Princess Piggy Piggy
Silas, Little Man!
In fact, all your cats are beautiful! Fennimore is such a stud. And Silas is such a little doll.
Beautiful cats. 
Thank you for rescuing them. 
