Meet my family’s cats:
This is Callie, our elder cat. She isn’t our first cat, but she definitely acts like it. She’s extremely picky about when people are allowed to pet her, and she’s always defensive when anybody tries to play with her. She prefers being alone and away, except when it’s feeding time.
Here is our precious idiot, Fancy. Some of our family members call her Pooky, but I’m sticking with the name she had when we adopted her. She used to look and act like an abused stray when we first got her, full of scabs and missing hair as well as a fear of going outside. Now that she’s nursed back to health, she’s more active and lively, and with it comes a clear expression of her mental retardation. Her attention span is pretty bad and her tongue sticks out sometimes when she sleeps. Above all, however, she is rather affectionate, especially when her food bowl is empty. It’s kinda like taking care of a poor abused airheaded catgirl loli…except it’s a cat. But that’s fine too, I guess.