I love my cats!
Here they are, Henry and Jasmine. As you can see, they love each other:
Henry is approximately 8. He showed up at our old house as a stray, very sick at the time. He would sit outside our bedroom window at night and cough and he was almost bald. He was pretty wild, so it took awhile for us to catch him so we could get him doctored up. He spent three weeks at the clinic of the local no-kill animal shelter, then they let him come back home with us...we hardly recognized the handsome cat they handed over to us! We had to socialize him to get along with our other cats because he was very territorial and agressive. This meant a year and a half of keeping them seperated, consulting a feline psychologist (!), giving him Bach Flowers and "play therapy". He didn't know what playing was and it scared him the first time I tried.
He's now the goofiest cuddliest cat you can imagine.
Jasmine we got a couple of years later from the same animal shelter, she's approximately 6. She was dumped on the street with three kittens. The kittens found homes fast but she just didn't get adopted (probably because she is very reserved towards strangers). We somehow hit it off and I went to visit her several times there before adopting her. She and Henry liked each other from the moment they laid eyes on each other and are now inseperable. She is affectionate towards my husband and I, but pretty much ignores any visitors we have over.
When we moved into this place we had our yard fenced in with a cat-proof fence. Best thing I ever did! The cats have a nice yard to go out in, but I know they can't get out and are safe and happy.
I recently lost my beloved kitty Tristan to Chronic Renal Failure. He was 18, almost 19, and lived with the disease for almost six years. I miss him.