This is Cleopatra, a 4 1/2 year old tabby and the matriarch of our kitty clan. She is the Queen; you can call her Mama Patra, Auntie Patra, but just don't call her Cleo. You'll get a paw full! She is a definite daddy's girl; its especially funny to watch her jump on her daddy's lap and start to tread on his belly, purring up a storm an drooling all the while.
This is Qu'ushi, a domestic medium furred kitty. His name is Hebrew for "little black boy"; in some ways, not very original, but Qu'ushi is a one of a kind cat. He's a small fur kid, with a small voice, but a lot of love, and very much a daddy's boy. He is Cleopatra's Prince Consort, even though he walks like a dandy, with a distinct swoosh to his stride. And while he is a black cat, his time spent outside has bleached out some of his color, so he has patches of a deep mahogany brown. If he wants something from you, he'll stand on his hind legs and stretch his forepaws up your leg and dig his claws in, meowing in a complaining voice until you figure out what it is he wants. Typically his requests are for food, to be let outside or occasionally to be picked up.
These three cats are what I call our triumvirate. They are the original cats that my fiance and I brought to the relationship when we moved in together.