Although they didn't get along in the beginning AT ALL, they developed a grudging affection for each other. Midnight is usually the one who comes into our room at 5:30 a.m. and head butts me while I'm trying to get a little more sleep. I walk out of the room, and he leaps of the bed, halfway down the steps. I close the door and snooze for another 30 minutes, until his - pardon the expression - caterwauling finally gets me up .
Midnight is the one who will come into the office and want to sit on my lap. But I can't type if he's on my lap, or on the keyboard, which he's mucked up more than once.
Stormy is more my wife's and my daughter's cat. She'll give me affection if she things it'll get her fed, but usually not. She WILL sit by me on the sofa, though, watching TV. Don't ask me what she likes to watch; I wasn't paying close enough attention.
My wife said the vet commented that both of them need to lose some weight, and thanks to the regimen my wife's put them on, they've both lost over a pound, about half a kilogram. But because they're still a little hungry, they come up to me and say, "Nobody has fed us!" They are SUCH liars!
