The female, that shared my life for the longest period of time, that put up most patiently with all of my foibles and, without fail, was there waiting for me, when I came home from a long day at work or a long night on the binge, died just over two months ago. We had been together for eighteen years.

When we first met, she was accompanied by her brother. He lived with us for a few years, but died after being hit by a car.
At eighteen, she was getting old - on cold days, you could really hear her joints complain when she moved. She was unable to move very quickly as she got older, but she always acted with great dignity and only rarely did she complain.

I missed her, when she went - eighteen years is a long time and a good age for a cat.

Neighbours were quick to ask, if I wanted to replace her ...
... last Tuesday I took delivery of this pair.



They are a pair of nuisances! They can't remember what I have told them for longer than fifteen seconds and are always getting into trouble!
I had forgotten, what it is like to have young kittens around.
I've named them Becca and Benson, but if they persist in presenting me with pictures like this, I might rename them Ying and Yang ...