Cole joined my family in December 1991. She was six weeks old when I bought her. Her mom is a fullbred Siamese who got pregnant by a stray tomcat, so the family was selling the kittens. She was a rambunctious kitten. Always running and climbing and attacking things and people. Not much has changed, she's still like that. She and I moved to Texas in 1993. Together, we adopted Mike into our family in 1994. She's not an overly loveable cat, not much for being touched (guess we have cooties!) but as soon as I sit on the couch, she's there. She will sit there all night, as long as I don't try to pet her. Then she'll yap at me, get down, then 5 minutes later, be back. She tolerates all of us. After 10 years, she's still offended that we got Willie. I've tried to introduce a kitten a couple of years ago, she stalked him. She never attacked him, but I think she put the fear into him.
Willie joined our family in 1995. I was wanting another cat to hopefully calm Cole down. Mike was against it, but after many promises, he relented. We went to PetsMart to check the cats for adoption. I was looking at kittens, Mike wandered around uninterested. He found Willie. We went back a second day, the kittens had changed, but Willie was still there, sleeping in his litterbox. Mike brought Willie to me and said, "I like this one." So that's the one we got. Figured, if he didn't want a cat, but found one he liked, that's the one we should get. Willie has been a terrific addition to our family. Where Cole is spastic, Willie is calm. He loves to be petted (he drools!), loves all the attention, everything. He knows who saved him, he's totally Mike's cat. When Mike's at work, I don't even see him. He follows Mike around like a puppy dog, curls up with him on the couch and gets jealous when he pets Cole.
