Yin was three weeks old when I got her. She'd climb up on my shoulder, nestle under my hair and sleep while I typed. Even now, full grown, there are times she tries to do this and only can do so if I help hold her.
Her nick name is Claws, but she rarely makes a sound. Whereas Yang's nick name is Pest for she meows often and loudly. Spaying helped a lot, as has getting older. But she never uses her claws.
She is brave and friendly; Yin is shy and easily scared. Yang was big and Yin stayed tiny for an abnormally long time. Those first two months were hard due to their size difference, for Yang pinned Yin down and made her squeal. It was grand when Yin finally grew to a normal size and can hold her own.
Yin & Yang
Cats are not popular in China. Any you see are loose and dirty, kept outdoors mostly to fend for themselves. I'm not an advocate for indoor cats, but five stories up offered no other choice, especially since their howling echoed in the building.
When they decide it's time to go sleep, they pace across my keyboard. And when I go to bed, Yin (the black one) curls behind my knees and Yang curls up by my face. I feel happily sandwiched.
That first year, I realized I didn't have anything or anyone to take care of, not even a plant. I was so lonely, I tried two puppies, but got tired of the entire apartment being a bathroom.
From day one, the cats have never made a mistake and can be left all summer with the guard at the gate coming in once a day to care for them.
They recognize my step and start purring before I open the door. Now I have plants, cats and have bought furniture. Four years has gone fast, and it's official, we're signing on for another year. Who knew I'd come and stay?