This is Yodan (you can call her Yoda for short). "Yodan" means 4th level -- as in 4th level of the alien invasion. We're not sure just how many levels this alien invasion has, but if these aliens are relying on cats to help them take over the planet, then we don't think we have to worry about a successful takeover anytime in the near future.
If you know of other Yodan's or want to learn even more about Yodan's name, see the Yodan Namesakes page.
We call our other cat Vallium--and yes, that's really how she spells it (can your cat spell better?). Vallium used to be a very nervous, active cat but she's become something of a blob over the past couple of years--a softish blob that purrs.
Vallium, also know as the mehandeset (that's Hebrew for engineer), is fascinated by mechanical devices. Back when the VCR used to work, she could often be found contemplating the complexities of the video tape eject mechanism. She still hasn't worked out why a stationary bicycle doesn't move no matter how fast you peddle but she mastered differential equations at an early age. Vallium, when not sleeping, can usually be found perched on top of the TV, where she'll be swatting at the station identification (or any other number that appears). Another favorite haunt is on top of the computer monitor where she supervises Michal's studies something that led to her interest in strategic planning and her writing of her very own strategic plan.
Now you might think that Yodan and Vallium, being of similar size and color, are related one to the other. But while Yodan comes to us directly from the holy grounds of the Old City of Jerusalem (courtesy of our friend Super Cat Lady), Vallium is a genuine Kiryat Ekron garbage cat. Anyway, it doesn't take much looking to notice that Vallium is twice as thick as Yodan around the belly making it hard to mistake one cat for the other.
Due to popular demand we proudly bring you new and exciting pictures of beautiful Vallium, just a click away.
Our Yodan was born a mischief-maker. She knows how to open almost every door in the house so not much was off limits to her destructive nature until she dislocated her leg during a daredevil jump while we were away hiking in Crete. During her recovery she grew up and mellowed-out a bit. She no longer lies around with that evil grin on her sleeping face dreaming up nasty surprises for us. Now she just lies around sprawled in the most impossible positions.
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