I have 2 cats. I got Seamus shortly after breaking up with my boyfriend and moving into my first-ever all by myself apartment. I was originally looking for a small dog to keep me company, but I am picky about small dog breeds (read: find them annoying) and the animal shelters in the area didn’t have much to offer. So I started looking at cats, and got Seamus because he had these gigantic, silly-looking curly eyebrow whiskers. He’s definitely an interesting-looking cat. (Here he is as a rather small kitten still. That’s not me, it’s my friend) He’s a medium hair tuxedo kitty.
Shortly thereafter my boss rescued a kitten who had taken a nap in his engine (totally unharmed! despite a 10 minute drive) who was a female tux. I took her in, and named her Kiara. I unfortunately have no pictures of her. She was a little lion, even though Seamus was at least twice her size, she showed him who was boss, hissing and spitting and very assertive. She liked to sleep in my pajama drawer (she was tiny enough to crawl under the dresser and squeeze behind the drawers) until she made friends with Seamus, who is a very friendly cat.
I only had Kiara for a month or 2, because she died in a freak accident. She was wearing her collar (all my cats wear collars, in case they escape) and it got caught on the chair she was sitting on, and when she jumped off she strangled herself. I was at school at the time, and came home to find her dead. Wish I had been there to save her We gave her a good send-off, though, a Viking funeral because she was such a badass.
So, thoroughly depressed by the loss of that cat, and upset that Seamus was searching for his friend, I bought another kitten, Bridget. She’s a grey tabby. She was the opposite of Kiara in regards to Seamus- Kiara hissed if Seamus was laying on the other side of the room, but Bridget completely ignored him for a week, even if he was in her face sniffing her. They eventually became friends too (Seamus wouldn’t have it any other way- he is very friendly to other cats) and now spend their time grooming each other or chasing each other across the apartment. Awwww.
They used to be indoor/outdoor cats, because having them both in my tiny apartment really screwed with my allergies (yes, I am allergic to cats. But I now have 2 air purifiers so I am ok). I lived on a quiet street next to an empty lot, and they had a great time. Even made friends with the family of strays that lived in the empty lot. But Seamus, apparently, rides the Short Bus[sup]TM[/sup] because he liked to lay in the road. He followed my friend Marc (his unofficial dad) across the street one morning, and sprawled out in front of an on-coming SUV. Like an idiot, he looked up when the car came barreling down the road, but did not run, or even duck, and took a freakin’ bumper to the face. He shot off like lightning and hid under my building, and it took many hours of crawling around in dirt under pipes to find him. Took him to the vet, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. So, because he is Special, he and Bridget now live inside. They are still making friends with neighborhood cats, though, because my neighbor saw them sitting on the windowsill when I had the windows open, talking to a cat who was sitting on the AC.
Bridget is an attention whore, and will climb all over anyone who comes to visit. Seamus is more aloof, but he still loves being held. It just takes him a minute to warm up to people. They don’t sleep in my bed anymore, because they like to sleep on my head and my allergies aren’t up to it.