Last year as my beloved RJ was growing old, we adopted (or were adopted by) a little shorthair who was a stray but soon became family. Bobby's a sleek black "teenager" now.
What Bobby didn't expect that he'd soon have a stepsister, Cali the calico, who strayed into our hearts during Christmas. She's still a kitten but is growing. Here's Cali yawning and Bobby unimpressed. Naturally the cats have taken the whole sofa as theirs:
A better pic of Bobby, relaxing:
My girlfriend has nicknamed Cali "Nosey Rosie" because she gets into everything! We have to latch the bathroom door, a typical maneuver that cat-owned humans often use. I walk into the kitchen, Cali's there. My girlfriend goes to get a soda or change clothes, Cali's there. And of course, she "helps" us type on our laptops, choosing different keys that we might have, and always managing to find something that totally blanks the screen or wipes out what we've just typed.
Both cats are a treasure but we all 3, Bobby included, will be glad when Cali's outgrown her intense Nosey Rosie phase. Are we lucky or what?