Paris was my best friend, he died recently and it was one of the most horrible things I've felt. He helped me get through the worst times of my life. He was a cuddler, and would lay on my chest after the girls would go to school and just let me cry. When we moved out to the country, he discovered hunting, and would bring me "gifts," mostly voles . This is a picture of him bringing in a nest, after he already brought in all the inhabitants.For a while I had Zoe until we moved down here, she didn't get along with anybody, so I had to rehome her. Paris loved her from when she was a kitten. He took over all her "mothering" needs. She was a gorgeous lynx-point Siamese, and I hated giving her up.
Greg's cats have him well trained. They sit by the door (they do have a cat door), and meow until he gets up and lets them out. We could be in the middle of dinner, or sitting leisurely on the porch. Gippy (I can't find pics of her) is a peach colored tabby, who is the most vocally demanding. She's probably the original Greg-Trainer. Mr Sam and Cali are related, but he can't remember how. We call Cali (the oldest) "Disapproving Kitty" because she always has this look on her face like we aren't good enough for her. She pretty much does what she wants because Greg is a softy. He does say "Now, Cali, we don't do that" but that's pretty much the extent of her punishment. She sits wherever she wants to; and no matter how disapproving she can be, she always runs in and sleeps on Greg as soon as he lays down. (I can't seem to find any pics of Mr Sam either, but he's a black kitty).
They're all quite spoiled, they get treats quite often and a little canned food in the morning (Squeakers announces that I'm late when I try to sleep in). They get quite a bit of loving, and are pretty much allowed to do whatever they want. In return they bring us "gifts" (quite unwelcome ones), purrs, and unconditional love.