|A little retarded.|
They're not the coolest cats around (one of our favorite pastimes is throwing a ball at the wall and watching them chase and slam into it) but they are mine. Scrambles is a glutton for attention, constantly meowing for you to look at her if you haven't in a while. Slinky is more of a hands-off type of girl, never wanting to be touched, until she gets sleepy and decides to come curl up on my chest.
Together they are crazy. Both were born outside; Scrambles was a stray someone had dropped off to my boyfriend's kind-hearted mother, and Slinky was a kitten of a barn cat. Having them inside has been a change that they both like, but they still have their moments. When doors to the outside world come open, the cats like to sit and stare at birds and squirrels. They each do their warbling to try to tempt the other animals in, and in the summer it's a cacophony of meowing, squirrel hissing, and bird calls. Very melodic.
I love them though. They're my babies.