Our two cats are littermates. We adopted them from the Humane Association when they were tiny little kittens who had lost their mom.
They were the last two kittens left after all their other mates were chosen. The people who were their foster parents didn’t want to them to be adopted without each other.
When we first saw them, we couldn’t resist. They were adorable (well, they still are in their full-size adult versions of themselves).
Since we have two daughters, why wouldn’t we adopt two kitten daughters? The four of them knitted together well in their unique ways over the years.
Cats are great at bonding with their humans no matter what. Our two cats merged with our family 8 years ago.
Choosing cats for roommates is a long-term commitment. The longer you have them, the closer you all become.
Dessy was sickly and required medications to mend her back to normal status. She’s been the needier one (for food) all along. She’s made up for her skinny status back then and has mastered eating and lounging…and begging. Those eyes speak “feed me” all the time.
Her sister Tizzie has learned well from Dessy on how to come across as needy. She does so more by getting into things and rustling bags just to make her presence known. She tends to have the “what – I wasn’t doing anything” look in her eyes. Her sister is always close (lurking in some comfortable position somewhere) listening for clues to potential feeding times.
Cats help each other that way. They unify together. If one’s technique doesn’t work, the other one’s pesky tactics pull through to interlock us into their routine.
Sure, we hoped when the daughters moved out, they’d take their own cat with them. We eventually came to realize it was impossible to do so, we’d miss them as much as they’d miss us.
We’ve knitted them into our lives and they’ve knitted us into theirs as well.
Oh, my, it is hard to tell who owns the countertops in our house they blend in so well…
