I talk a lot about my cats. They’re pretty much my every-day family and constant companions.

Mario and Yoshi are Maine Coon mixes, about ten years old. I got them two years ago at a shelter. I’d always wanted a Maine Coon, but couldn’t justify paying for a kitten when there are so many animals in need. I did surf the adoption pages though, and one day I happened across two adult male Maine Coons at a shelter. I didn’t know their names, but I knew I needed to see them, so the next day I went over and asked to meet them. The catch was I’d waited in line so long they were about to close for the day. I’d been told by one worker the boys were scheduled to be euthanized the next day so I didn’t want to wait. I told the desk worker I could decide in five minutes if these were the cats for me, so they put me in a room and brought the boys out. It was then I learned these two weren’t there by chance. They’d been raised together and had never been apart. Ten minutes later I walked out of the shelter lugging a now forty pound cat carrier and two meowing cats home. It’s been heaven ever since.

Mario is my talker. He likes to be right on top of you, all the time, and will tell you all about his day. He’s got some seal point coloring to him and the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen on a cat.

Yoshi makes you think he’s the more timid of the two, but he’s really a stand-back-and-watch kind of cat. He likes snuggles and yowling at doors. Not people.