Rachel says: Vincent and Edward are no longer kittens. They're now three years old, brothers from the same litter. Vincent, the orange one, is and always has been very affectionate, but he still is the boss. As a kitten he always wanted to be on my shoulder, even to sleep. Edward, the tux one, refuses to be an indoor cat and likes climbing trees and sneakily biting people while they sleep. He's a vampire cat.
Their backstory was that they from the litter of a stray rescued by a neighbour. Their mother didn't really have much in the way of nurturing skills. So they weren't quite a month old when we ended up bottle feeding them, and dealing with their eye infections. That's why Vincent was trying to get so close to the pulse in my neck for comfort. He still tries to do that, Edward has always fancied himself as a bit more independent.
Wow! Great description of these two cats--unforgettable. The lover and the vampire. There's a bit of masochism in our tolerance for these furballs. Nevertheless. . .
Ah! I recall this darling duo from their last appearance. I imagine that they have filled out considerably while rightfully being spoiled rotten. All as it should be.