My family currently owns 3 cats, and I have had cats for my whole life, always in pairs of siblings. The first pair (Dandy and Beano), were tabbies rescued from an RSPCA shelter. They must've been around 8 or 9 years old when I was born, and they both lived very good, long lives for cats. I believe Dandy was 17 and Beano 18 when they died. They were such gorgeous, friendly cats, although they weren't really into playing because for the time I knew them they could pretty much be considered OAPs
. Beano would always sit outside the front door to greet us when we came home from school.
I still miss them both.
My second lot were also rescued - though I can't remember where my parents said they were from. We were initially going to get a pair of tabby males from our local vet, but unfortunately they were underweight and didn't make it. Because we were young, my parents didn't have the heart to tell us what happened, so they managed to find another pair in need of a home and we came home from school one Friday afternoon to find a surprise waiting for us.
Two tabby-and-white kittens, one male, one female. We decided to call them Bud and Stella, and they were just amazing. Bud was a real adventurer, I remember the first time we let them both outside and they didn't come back for hours.
I won't go into details but sadly we lost both of those kittens within a year or two, we believe due to some sort of hereditory disease.
The cats we currently have are about 5 or 6 years old, adopted from a Cats Protection shelter. They are both sisters and have been together their whole lives, but absolutely LOATHE each other. xD Saffy is fairly timid but can be very affectionate, particularly towards my brother. Patsy is just wild - and bloody huge. Fatsy Patsy. ^_^ They're both crazy and adorable at the same time. Definitely the wildest pair of cats we've had - if you annoy them, they will surely let you know.
As if it wasn't bad enough that those two are at war with each other, we ended up with another cat for them to fuel their anger against. When I say we got another cat, that wasn't really how it happened. It was more that he adopted us.
It started out that we would catch him stealing our cat's food - as soon as he would see one of us he would run away as fast as he could (which wasn't terribly fast, because to start with he had a bit of trouble working the cat-flaps o.o). As he got bolder and we started being nice to him, he started making himself more at home, spending a little longer at our house until eventually he just stopped going to his own house. I don't think he's been "home" now for months, so he's officially ours.
His name is George, and he's an absolute nutcase. He never fails to crack me up with his quirky ways.
OK, enough with the wall of text, picture time.
Saffy
Patsy
George
