A few months ago I got a new cat, a tiny brunette with a bitey personality, who’d had kittens (already adopted) when she was only a year old. When you get a small brown-haired knocked-up teen mom with an attitude problem, you name her Juno, and that is what I did. She sure was a pretty little match for Mojo.
So far all these two have done is argue, give each other the stink-eye, and gallop around the apartment, swiping at each other’s faces. But today I look over and what do I see?
AMAZING. Of their own volition, these two have rarely been within 2 feet of each other.
Because honestly, what is the point of multiple animals if they don’t snuggle? I could not be happier.