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 was the first cat that I met while I was visiting the shelter that day. She was super friendly and curious. I was in love and ready to adopt. Then... the animal shelter told me of another kitten around her age. And that there was an adopt two for the price of one deal. And that kittens really do better when they grow up with other animals.
So I adopted this aloof angry little kitten to be a partner to the sweet little fluffy kitten.
As it turns out - they match each other perfectly. They love to play and wrestle. If one lays by me, so does the other (although only Rosie will ever willingly touch me... Honestly, I don't think she understands the concept of personal space). They sneak up on each other. They get upset when one is stuck somewhere they shouldn't be.
They also bonded well with my daughter. So much so that they would both rather sit with her than me when she is home.
I was lonely so I adopted two kittens.
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 was the first cat that I met while I was visiting the shelter that day. She was super friendly and curious. I was in love and ready to adopt. Then... the animal shelter told me of another kitten around her age. And that there was an adopt two for the price of one deal. And that kittens really do better when they grow up with other animals.
So I adopted this aloof angry little kitten to be a partner to the sweet little fluffy kitten.
As it turns out - they match each other perfectly. They love to play and wrestle. If one lays by me, so does the other (although only Rosie will ever willingly touch me... Honestly, I don't think she understands the concept of personal space). They sneak up on each other. They get upset when one is stuck somewhere they shouldn't be.
They also bonded well with my daughter. So much so that they would both rather sit with her than me when she is home.
I was lonely so I adopted two kittens.
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