One cat.

He's about 7 and an affection sweet void. He is startled by EVERYTHING. He once jumped at the sound of his own fart. He's adorable and is quite spoiled. He was a runt of a litter of strays found by the RSPCA at 4 weeks old with no mother, and he nearly died (they saved his life). 

Wouldn't know it now. He's big and strong and living his best life. He dribbles and plays and naps, he loves food, he's like a quiet little sentinel. 

I also adopted his sister, a tuxie, who was very different in temperament. Big bold eyes that met the world head on. Found mischief and joy in literally everything she did. Brave, adventurous, fearless. She always wanted to know what was happening and why. Her favourite activity was bringing in leaves from the garden and shredding them with delight all over the house. I was her rock, her soul person. Wherever I was was where she wanted to be. She'd often nudge into bed with me under the covers and fall asleep in my arms like a teddy. 

They've both brought me so much joy 🥰