On the right is Webster who came from, shall we say, a dysfunctional home. He has been freaked out ever since we got him. He started out as a thumb sucker, until my husband told him to "man up" and knock it off. He probably should have had mental health counseling just for this alone. (Webster, that is. Actually both of them, now that I think of it.) He used to sit on our bed and not move a muscle, but just move his eyes back and forth like one of those old fashioned cat clocks, watching and thinking. Watching and thinking....hmmm...these people are really weird, but they feed me so I guess I'll stay. (As you can see from this picture, he never takes his eyes off of us for a minute!)
The two of them are like Laurel and Hardy. Adds a little personality to our home, which is always a treat!
Kirby: "I know, I know...but they just bought new cat treats, so let's stick around a little longer, bro."