Currently we have two cats. One is a studio cat (Princess) and one a house cat (Rascal). They are cool critters.
Princess is my constant studio companion. I inherited her when my mother passed away. She is at least 10 years old and she believes she's my mother. If I go out in the rain or snow she scolds me. In recently walked to the mail box in a small thunderstorm, Princess came out after me even though she is afraid of lightning. She scolded me all the way to the shop. If a stray dog or cat wander up she positions herself between me and the intruder. She's a great cat that doesn't demand affection all the time. She is just content to observe all the activity from the workbench and offer her opinion from time to time. She likes visitors (especially men).
Princess gives her opinion of more cats in the studio.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"Time for a nap."
My wife, Cathy found Rascal under a bush when he was just a few days old. She bottle fed him and took care of him just like a mother cat would. Rascal is now 4 years old and 20 pounds He still thinks Cathy is his mother.
Rascal now. He got into the habit of jumping on my shoulders and draping himself around my neck and having me take him for a ride. He still does this but now weighs 20 pounds.
He won't touch meat but will mug you for a donut or a cookie.
He's a big "Teddy Bear" cat.
