Meet the Muses.

Nico is our boneless and brainless wonder. It is a common theory that all orange cats share a single brain cell, and unfortunately for Nico, it seems he has already had his turn for the decade. He is a master of the “flop”—he will remain exactly as you place him, melting into whatever surface he touches with zero structural integrity. At just 7 months old, he is the undisputed baby of the household.

Kati is my personal baby—a rescue who, in many ways, rescued me. She is a diva to the nth degree, spoiled beyond measure, and unapologetically sturdy. She is famously jealous, often interrupting phone calls to ensure that my focus remains exactly where she believes it belongs. At 5 years old, Kati is the muse for our most elegant and refined builds.

Max is officially designated as “The Spicy Boy”—a title so well-earned it is actually noted on his permanent file at the vet. Handling him there usually requires heavy-duty gloves and sedation. At home, the spice gives way to incredible affection. He is known for enthusiastic head butts and frantic body rubs. At 8 years old, Max has recently become reasonably comfortable in his new home.

Cali was known for her timid nature—particularly around me. Today, she has undergone a complete transformation, emerging as the most overtly affectionate member of the bunch. She is now a constant presence, often interrupting the workday to claim a lap. At roughly 12 years old, Cali is the heart of the home, embodying the same spirit of loyalty and focused speed as the road bike that bears her name.

Angel is the undisputed queen bee. At 15 years old, she is definitively the matriarch of the household. She maintains a regal, dignified presence—at least until she is stimulated with pets, at which point she becomes endearingly stupid and has a tendency to simply fall off whatever she happens to be sitting on.