I live in a small raised-ranch style house, with my five cats (all male -- the "bachelor pad"), Beauregard (Beau), Spike, Tucker, Hank, and Whiskas. Some pictures of "the boys":

This is Spike, the "alpha male" of the group. He's about 12 years old, and two years ago was diagnosed as FIV positive (feline AIDS).

This is Tucker, the "antisocial" boy. He's about 10 years old, and is my 2nd cat that has been diagnosed as FIV positive. Found on the streets of Naugatuck, CT (thus the name "Tucker") by a friend of mine, I inherited him when she got married.

This is Whiskas, my last "adoption". He was abandoned down the street from a friend of mine's mother, very beat up, and his ear is permanently flopped over. I joke he has the "beat up old sailor" look.

And here is "fat-boy" Hank, who has gone from being the terrorist little kitten to being a real affectionate little guy. Some friends and I were downtown a few years ago, standing in a doorway alcove in the rain, and this little black & white guy ran into the doorway and... well, adopted *me* really.

And this is Beauregard (the ex named him Beauregard the Painter, because of the white tip on the end of his tail), otherwise known as "Beau". When I got him, as a kitten (he's 7 years old now), he was into EVERYTHING, and I was always telling him "No, no, no, Beau... you should't do that...", so he became little "no, no, no, Beau".

... And then ...

The boys had a friend stop by the other year for a visit... their little groundhog friend. I happened to be out on the deck and noticed him, ran inside and grabbed my digital camera (and made sure Hank was inside, since I figured he might want to "play"), and followed my boys and their friend around the yard for a while (as they circled the house)...

He seemed like a pretty friendly guy... wasn't phased at all by having me sitting inches away from him taking his picture. Tucker seemed to be quite comfortable, as he walked right up to his buddy, sniffed him nose to nose, and then flopped down on his side in the lawn to relax...

Beau equally didn't seem to have an issue with him, and just followed him around with a little curiosity, watching their "neighbor" munch on the weeds in the yard...

They had a little party going in the driveway... three of the boys just sitting around watching the "new guy" nibble on all the weeds (yeah... I really need to get more gravel and weed killer for the driveway...).

And then the procession proceeded to the front yard, where they hung out for a while enjoying the day. Their new friend wandered off into the woods a short time afterwards, and the boys just went about their merry way...