My cats
We first adopted a cat in January 2021, and then a second one in November of the same year. Ever since, they have been a part of our family.
Both were adopted as rescues, one from an individual, and another from a charity. The thought of buying a branded cat, as we call the fancy breeds, is completely alien to us. Both are black cats - black cats are much more unlikely to get adopted due to stupid superstitions. Yes, even in the 21st century.
Lady Stout
Lady Stout was our first cat. She’s a lean, elegant cat, who happens to be extremely intelligent. She’s probably used up a few of her lives already, as she was very ill a couple of times in her very first year with us, needing significant medical care. She’s been a happy, healthy cat since.
Poppy
Poppy is our fat cat. She lives to eat. Sometimes it feels like she only has 2 brain cells. She’s a very nervous, but usually very sweet cat. She’s somehow extremely territorial, and she gets very worked up when she sees any other cat through the windows.
Poppy could not be less elegant. While Stout is completely quiet when she jumps to the floor, Poppy always sounds like something crashed. She meows at the moon, and when she can’t find us or Stout in the house. She is a proper lap cat, absolutely loves being on my lap. At times, she likes to pretend she is a scarf and lies down around my neck. She’ll just plop herself there, and I have to support her with my arm or something.
