We are cat people.  In addition to the cats who share our home, we put food out for various strays, and in fact have feeding stations both in the front yard and in the back.

Most cats come to the front to eat, and follow their own unique schedules.  It is interesting how they are able to share without fighting.  There are even a couple of big toms who stop by.

The back yard tends to attract a few more woodland creatures than cats - various raccoons, bunnies - once even a possum came to the back door for a munch.  It isn't as if we live out in the country, just the outskirts of town.  Anyway.

Our current crop of inside cats are all rescued strays.  They are quite the terrific group.  One cat in particular has adopted our son - she's the best momma kitty I've ever seen.  She actually watches over him while he sleeps.

But we're maxed out of room, so despite our concerns for many of the strays they can never be our inside cats.  Lately we've been trying to find homes for some of the more needy of our outside crowd.

There is one lovely female cat, sort of a tortoise-shell tabby mix who is trying to adopt us.  She has golden eyes.  She's even sleeping on the back porch.  We're trying to find her a home.

My husband has been calling her Moochie.  But we've decided we need a better name for this feline.

 Moochie isn't the best.  Maybe Tiger?  Or Tigra?  

He suggested something that rhymed with Moochie.   So he came up with-

 Coochie?

Hoochie?

Well, if you're going to call her that, you may as well call her Goonya, I said.

 Or just " Here Pussy!"

 Muffy? he countered.

Brings new meaning to fur ball.  Or Hair pie.

Arrgh.

 Any suggestions?

Edited the post to add pictures.  The first two are of Jonesey (Bustopher Jones).

He was special.  Mine.  We lost him  last year, he was 18. It was very hard.

Not long before he grew ill, this little stray kitten wandered across our back yard. 

She ran when I opened the door with food but came back to eat once I'd gone inside.  She was starved, tiny, but once she realized we were safe she stayed put.  She ate and slept right by the back door.  After a week we took her in.  Pixie is her name.

She wants to be my special cat.  She sits in my lap when I'm on my laptop.  It's slower for me, losing Jonesey was very hard but she is winning me over.  And I don't think Jonesey would mind.

We had a total of six cats, all strays, all close to Jonesey's age, and we lost them over the past few years to various ailments or old age.

Now we have five cats, all young, all rescued strays and we're beginning the process all over again.

I'll post more pics of our current crop soon.