My wife and I have a pair of cats – Burmese cats. Magic is eighteen years old and Merlin is fifteen. Magic was purchased from a pet shop, which no longer exists and Merlin from a local breeder. Magic had a lot of sinus trouble when he was young and had surgery and Merlin was the runt of the litter. Magic was the laid back lord of all he surveyed and Merlin was the aggressor, unafraid of toppling the larger Magic. Magic wanted to be on your lap and Merlin resented being held.
My, how they have changed. Magic now prefers to sleep alone and Merlin wants to curl up with you. In the afternoon and evening Magic wants your lap; Merlin, vocally, urges you come back to bed so he can nestle against you and sleep. Merlin is now a bit “chunky” and Magic has lost some weight.
Magic now refuses to eat any but “wet” food (He likes to eat at four, am and pm, which is a lot of fun when the clocks are moved forward and back, or you are late getting home.) and Merlin eats both “wet and dry” food. Magic will only drink out of their water bowl and Merlin complains when the toilet seat cover is down because he likes the water from the toilet bowl.
And, at times, in the evening I’ll end up with both of them curled together in my lap sleeping as I nod off to dreamland before getting up out of my chair and going to bed.
Postscript: We lost both of the guys in February. Merlin was found to have inoperable cancer and was put to sleep; about ten days later Magic passed away, the vet says probably from stress, while undergoing a dental exam and cleaning.
My wife is looking for a pair of traditional Siamese kittens to “replace” the boys; she thinks that another pair of Burmese would cause her too much grief when she thought about Merlin and Magic. Me? I’d adopt a pair of rescue cats.
Now that the guys are gone, the house can be a lonely place when my wife is at work and the birds are quiet.