This cat snoozing in a curl is named “King Kitton, Good Kitty.” Fabulous. “Kitten” for short.
Kitten belongs to Councilwoman Stacy Rye, although it’s probably more like she belongs to him. She’s a councilor, but he’s royalty. Here’s Rye on Kitten:
This is Kitten, or King Kitton, Good Kitty. He’s 13 1/2 and had an accident with a fan belt when he was 2, hence the half of a tail. I’ve had him (or he’s had me) since he was the scrawniest, almost hairless, so-ugly-he-hurt-to-look-at kitten. He’s the best cat I’ve ever had. I almost lost him when I was 38 weeks pregnant. I was enormous and looked like the Queen Mary, sailing around the neighborhood for five days until I found him. He had gone back to an old apt. I used to live in. After I had my daughter, I promptly forgot about him for weeks. He hung out, patient until I could pay attention to him again.
Aww. And that’s not all. Meet Kira, who pays her way by catching small animals.
Here’s Rye on Kira:
She’s a calico who came from the pound almost 6 years ago exactly. She was a Christmas kitten. She is an awesome mouser and birder (English sparrows only). We once found her with a front paw holding down a mouse’s tail in a corner of the living room like she was waiting for us to come and get it and throw it out the door. She’s not terribly talented with the litter box and makes a big mess. How hard is it to use the litter box? Good thing she’s a good mouser.
We aren’t voting here, but if this was that TV talent show, King Kitton would take the cake for a superior name, and Kira would win for her hunting abilities.
— Keila Szpaller