Adrian and Tabby
Nov. 30th, 2023 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookofdanielvol2 Also as mentioned in my "comeback" post (one before the last), I have two cats now, a 200% increase from my previous amount of cats.
They came to me at the end of my own previous life, last December. Both from a person who no longer had adequate space for them, along with their two other cats that these two didn't get along with.
They're very much a study in opposites, and while they coexist they don't always fully get along with each other, but they're both extremely lovey towards me. I also kept the names they came with.
Adrian is about seven now. A former stray, who left the streets with a tipped ear, a once-broken tail and a very nervous disposition. She's gray with white trim, including a white triangle on her face with a gray chin and black nose, and is on the chunky side as (as the vet told me) often happens to strays that become housecats. She could best be described as a furry potato, though occasionally I do succeed in getting her to play a little, or catch her batting a toy that's been left out around. She generally doesn't want Tabby getting into her space.
Tabby, about three, is, as the name suggests, a gray/brown tabby, with white tuxedo markings and a white streak down her left back leg. She looks like a perfectly-formed storybook cat, but in miniature - according to the vet she weighs 8 pounds, but I question that, as she's tiny for a fully-grown cat and there's nothing to her. Despite her size she has a seemingly endless supply of energy and can be quite an agent of chaos; very talky (though her meows sound like squeaks, and her purring is usually too soft to hear). She's very much the extrovert of the duo, which Adrian doesn't always appreciate.
Getting them was initially meant to be a group effort, but I unexpectedly ended up a "single parent" to them soon after they came home. But having them helped me through tough times earlier this year, and now I can't imagine life without them.
They came to me at the end of my own previous life, last December. Both from a person who no longer had adequate space for them, along with their two other cats that these two didn't get along with.
They're very much a study in opposites, and while they coexist they don't always fully get along with each other, but they're both extremely lovey towards me. I also kept the names they came with.
Adrian is about seven now. A former stray, who left the streets with a tipped ear, a once-broken tail and a very nervous disposition. She's gray with white trim, including a white triangle on her face with a gray chin and black nose, and is on the chunky side as (as the vet told me) often happens to strays that become housecats. She could best be described as a furry potato, though occasionally I do succeed in getting her to play a little, or catch her batting a toy that's been left out around. She generally doesn't want Tabby getting into her space.
Tabby, about three, is, as the name suggests, a gray/brown tabby, with white tuxedo markings and a white streak down her left back leg. She looks like a perfectly-formed storybook cat, but in miniature - according to the vet she weighs 8 pounds, but I question that, as she's tiny for a fully-grown cat and there's nothing to her. Despite her size she has a seemingly endless supply of energy and can be quite an agent of chaos; very talky (though her meows sound like squeaks, and her purring is usually too soft to hear). She's very much the extrovert of the duo, which Adrian doesn't always appreciate.
Getting them was initially meant to be a group effort, but I unexpectedly ended up a "single parent" to them soon after they came home. But having them helped me through tough times earlier this year, and now I can't imagine life without them.
