I was lonely...
So I adopted a cat. I didn't want her to be lonely, so I adopted a second cat. One cat is like me. She is aloof, isn't overfond of people, and would rather murder you than concede to receive petting. She graces the house with her sleek feline presence and often sits in a position where she can glare at me disapprovingly. Her coat is unique like it couldn't decide whether she should be a tuxedo with a white chest and socks or she should be a calico cat, so instead, she wears a calico tuxedo with a white chest and socks. Rhiannon is special and she knows it. The other cat... well, let's just say that if you start to pet her, don't expect to stop any time soon. She stays perpetually at my side, cuddling and brushing my hand against her head so I keep petting her whether I like it or not. Rosemerita is a ball of fluff in a chocolate, orange, and black coat tortie pattern coat. She is probably the sweetest cat I've ever come across. In fact, my sweet Rosie wa...