Everything is better with a friend and my cats make the best friends. I love how they generally migrate to whichever room I’m in, just to hang out. They don’t need to be entertained. It just so happens that what I’m doing can be very entertaining, but that’s besides the point. There isn’t a lot of drama and they don’t need to talk too much. B will do the talking for you if you are willing to listen. I regularly have to deal with hair pulling if I miss their expectations on the timing of breakfast, but that’s a small compromise that’s part of any good friendship. Hank likes to see what I’m working on and often gives me input when he thinks the cursor is in the wrong place. B doesn’t mind when I work either as long as the keyboard leaves some room on my lap for her. Overall, good friends are hard to find, but I count myself lucky to have two of the best ones right here at home.
Did I mention that B (in front) wasn’t initially a big fan of her new brother, Hank? The idea of getting a second cat came about when B was past her initial stress meowing but on to her meowing-for-attention phase. You might think you know what I’m talking about, but this was seriously a level or two past normal. I even voice recorded her one day when I got home from work when she would follow me around for 10 minutes despite having food in her bowl. I sent it to a friend and he said it was “off the hook”, or maybe it was “off the chain” – I’m not sure about the hip lingo these days. Either way, after a year it was clear that she needed a friend. Who we brought home one November Saturday, however, was not that friend. After Hank warmed up to his surroundings, he began his transformation into the king of the condo, which included terrorizing B, who’s meowing instantly stopped because it seemed to attract too much attention. After some time (and forced separation), they have found a comfortable companionship. They are often on the same couch or even in the same closet. Hank has started grooming B’s head, although that is frequently followed by an attempt at her jugular. When one of them finds themselves alone for too long, we will sometimes hear a lonely howling, like they are lost in a maze of rooms. Despite all the togetherness and hints of fondness, I’m still not convinced it isn’t all about who has the better sleeping spot. The one who got there first doesn’t want to leave, and the one who wants it is willing to share.