In June 2007, I adopted a 9-month-old grey tabby who I named Beany. I already had a 14-year-old cat named Booty, and my friends were skeptical about me introducing him to a new, young cat, but Beany and Booty got along fabulously. Beany definitely kept Booty more active than he would have otherwise been, and he always seemed happy to have company in his later years.
This spring, Booty passed away at home. He was seventeen, and he'd been with me since he was a kitten. It was sad, but he'd lived a good cat life and had a stress-free, natural death. Beany and I weren't sure how to live with a one-cat household.
So in the middle of March, I once again visited the Golden Valley Animal Humane Society, and this time I brought home a 6-week-old kitten who I named Birdy. She was so young and small, and Beany took it upon herself to raise 'her' kitten properly. She has been protective and affectionate, and Beany (who had been top cat before) always lets Birdy have her way.
Seeing the connection between my cats, I can't imagine only having one; they tire each other out and keep each other company. I take a lot of pride in providing my cats with a safe and happy home, and visiting friends have often said, 'I don't like cats, but I like YOUR cats!' That makes me feel like I'm doing my job right.