We have three cats.
Felix, all white, male, about four years old, can be a real stinker, but was also my best helper when I was dealing with anxiety attacks a few years ago. Sleeps with us most nights, knocks things on the floor when he thinks we should be paying attention to his food bowl. Acquired as a kitten when he was almost hit by a car in front of our house. We live in a rural area and had no was of knowing where his 10 week old self had come from.
Doodle, grey/beige/black tabby, female, six years old. Has the power of sleepy waves. All she has to do is sit on or next to you and POOF! you have taken a two hour nap. Is not nice to her new sister, but generally nice to us. The only cat my husband has been unable to give a pill or liquid medication. Has nasal allergies, so we watch for flying snot when she’s around. When she plays, she makes a sound like she is distressed. The first couple of times it happened, we ran to find her. She was fine, just playing. Acquired from our local shelter. She had been there almost a year for no reason than anyone could figure out. All we can think is she was waiting for us.
Thistle, black with a small white splotch on her neck, two years old. She has been with us eight months, and has only been 100% integrated into the house for the last couple of months. It was the slowest introduction we’ve had. Her tendency to be skittish and two semi-territorial siblings made a slow entrance a better idea. She gets very lovey around 4AM, if she happens to be in our sleeping area. We are trying to train her to stay off the kitchen counters.
There have been many other cats in our lives, and we fiercely miss those who have passed.