About 15 years ago, our son was in his Brooklyn apartment kitchen, when a cat came in the window, clearly expecting a welcome and dinner, which he received. Soon named Kook, he trained his new guy well. A year or so later, another cat, abused and injured, was in the yard, so our son took him to a vet, and nursed him back to health. He became Zeke, the Beta cat.
They were settled to live happily ever after, but then came 9/11, and soon our son lost first his job, and then his apartment. He was offered a room with a friend who was allergic to cats. So the cats would have to move elsewhere. We drove to Brooklyn to bring them home with us. Kook (the Alpha cat, on the left) took a while to adjust to country life, but enjoyed going outside to sit under a bush and smell the flowers, and Zeke (on the right) liked to stay in and keep our home clear of small rodents.
One of Kook's favorite places, when not sleeping in my lap, was the middle of our king-sized four poster bed. We tried to discourage him by keeping our bedroom door closed, but he soon discovered that from the balcony over it, he could 'fly' right there. He sailed over just about as soon as I'd snapped this picture.
Zeke, who must have been part Siamese, judging by his voice, became my husband's lap warmer.
They kept us entertained and we kept them healthy and fed until each died, about 4 and 5 years ago now. We still miss them!
Sharon, CT
