My name is Butterscotch, but everyone calls me “Buddy.”  I make no bones about being an American shorthair.  I belonged to Daddy’s Mama, but when she went into the nursing home  in 1996, I moved into Pentreath House.  I enjoy snuggling on the couch, eating, and playing with  my brother, Peanut.  However, since I am somewhere in my late teens, I don’t have the energy to keep up with the others.
	My name is Peanut, and I am a Tonkinese, but everyone thinks I’m Siamese because I have a regal air about me as befits the King of Siam. I came to Pentreath House in 2001 following my recovery from being frozen during the horrible winter.   I like to explore my domain and check for any dangers in the backyard or on the porch.  I love to travel, go visiting, and being a therapy cat at the nursing home.  I will deign to come and visit you, but don’t expect me to snuggle on your lap—that I reserve for Mama.
My name is Princess Victorian Lace—that’s what’s listed on my pedigree papers, but you may call me Princess.  I came to Pentreath House in 2003 when the cat rescue lady took me from a horrible nightmare.  I sometimes exhibit erratic behavior, but I’m too beautiful a Snowshoe Siamese for anyone to get rid of me.  I may go flying to hide when I hear the doorbell, but my curiosity gets the better of me.  I also like to inspect my bedrooms to see what the guests are doing.  You may pet me if you can approach me.