These are our sweet boys. Squeaker on the left, the fluffy one with the big bear paws, is as gentle as a lamb. He likes to sing in empty rooms with his very high pitched squeak of a meow. Loki is the tubby trouble maker on the right. He likes to play fetch and give cat hugs. His meow sounds like a tone deaf Humphrey Bogart. Both are rescue cats from the humane society. We brought home Squeaker in 2012, and Loki almost exactly one year later. They have grown up together, and love each other so much. When one is injured or sick, the other gets very, very distressed. They fight sometimes, just like brothers, but mostly they cuddle and play.
As a side note, I find both cats perfectly trainable. Squeaker can now shake, lay down, sit, twirl, give kisses, and jump up on command. Loki is my husbands cat, but I did teach him shake and sit while my husband was away for 3 weeks.
“Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where's it going to end?”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead