Lopsided relationships don't turn me on anymore. My furry soul mate lived in loneliness when I wasn't about, and with time this isolated fuzz ball began to remind me of a little human instead of the individual cat it was suppose to be. Domestic cats really are all for themselves and themselves for themselves, if that bit of craziness makes any kind of sense to you. They don't form packs.
My Michael was an only cat. Renting in an old apartment building with steam heat, you know...radiators...I occasionally would catch a glimpse of this half grown grayish kitten in the boiler room in the basement when the water would quit heating and making steam, and I had to reset the equipment or suffer freezing my fanny off. His owners band him from their apartment, and relegated him and his litter pan to a life in that noisy boiler room.
Several months later, just after the loneliest Christmas I ever spent in my entire young life, he came calling at my window sill and found himself a toasty warm apartment that was refreshingly quiet. I swear...after a few months he was beginning to develop into a little human being. All that was needed to complete the fantasy was to one midnight, after finishing shift work, open that front door and be greeted with a slight English accent rolling of his purring lips as he rubbed against my legs, and lovingly whispered "I've missed you tremendously, my sweet". He was my little man...so perfect.
Jesse happened onto the scene while Michael was in his old age, so Jesse never was an only kitty, although by the way he eventually treated all his roommates, he wasn't too keen on the buddy system except with me. The short end of this extremely long point I'm making is both Michael and Jesse always spent much time with me, even though they had a houseful of too many other companions...they just weren't little humans any more...they were totally cats. With luck, Andee may have his playmate at last, if Lacey has her way, and Andee can survive her wild kittenhood.
Zoe and Lacey
Zoe's becoming a phantom of the night again, only seen when in a hissing frenzy with a kitten that doesn't know when to make a detour. Zoe retreats to the spare bathroom to be fed, as Lacey thinks she's starving no matter how much she guzzles down multiple times a day. Open three cans of food and she would pig out until she poofed out and exploded. I can't even munch in peace without a barrage of complaints about me not sharing my eats.
Andee and Lacey