Thanks Ammi. They're a total study in contrast which is why it's cool that we have two of them. Peggy is on the surface too docile to even bother moving but then when you turn around she appears to be on the shop verandas outside our kitchen windows hightailing it over to the neighbors apartments. Time and time again you'll bring her back in and she'll hang off your arms with this "I didn't do nawtin to nowan" glare.
Pat has the nerve and sense of security of a serial crack addict and hides from everyone and everything, planning the day of cat rising. Until I go to bed and she comes and cuddles up next to me purring.
That's awful what happened to Jellybean [clearly the best name]. I wish her well

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