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Vodka, like his brother Saki, was rescued
on October 7, 2001. I estimated his (and his siblings') age as being
six to eight weeks at the time.
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Vodka and Saki are very similar. In fact, they like to impersonate
each other when you're not paying attention. In general though, we
consider Saki to be the 'cute' one, and Vodka to be the 'juvenile
delinquent.' Look here, the little thug is sticking his tongue out at
us! He is a master thief, a little too smart for his own
good, but ever so helpful around the house.
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Was it coincidence that the two siblings that had white 'splashes'
on their faces were adopted, while Vodka and his brother ended up
staying here? Who knows. But I suspect that kittens with markings
on their faces are generally considered oh so much cuter. By that
standard though, you can see in this kitten picture that Vodka
himself came within just inches of being 'adoptable.'
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Not that Vodka is any slouch in the 'cute' department.
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Nor in the 'fiendish' department. This is a light on top of my
computer monitor. Vodka's mum, The Wench,
also likes to toast her face in this little lamp. Have a look at
her page to see what I mean. Vodka also
apparently inherited his insatiable appetite from 'mom.' They would
probably gladly eat each other, given half a chance. The Wench and
her boys do not get along.
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Actually, there aren't that many good pictures of Vodka as an adult.
Like all predominantly black cats, he's difficult to get a good
exposure on. But more than that, in most pictures I found, he's just
one in a pile of cats, usually with his brother, or with one,
the other, or both, of his uncles.
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