Mano is elegant. Like outrageously elegant. I didn’t think a cat could be so classy and elusive before we had her. She’s like Özil.
And she’s also relaxed enough to just chill nearby when I wind down after work. Or maybe she just wants me to clear off the bed so she can sleep alone I can’t always tell. But I adore her.
And Lala… Lala’s a fool.
I expect he enters most peoples top 5 biggest cats lists by default. But aside from being the most huggable feline in East London he’s also an absolute joker.
Their contrasting styles create some amusing dynamics in the house. Here they are kindly asking for some tuna with their own demeanours.
We’ve had our cats about nine years now and just like some others on this thread, I don’t really want to imagine life without them.
This is Lala back in his hay day. When potatoes were phones.
It’s pretty special to have shared their company all these years. Not a day goes by where I don’t cherish my Lala and Mano. And I think all pet owners should do the same.